With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
丛飞的燕子在天空呢喃不歇。
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
红胸的知更鸟就群起呼哨；
Until they think warm days will never cease,
因为夏季早填满它们的粘巢。
让镰刀歇在下一畦的花旁；
缀满茅屋檐下的葡萄藤蔓；
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.
这时啊，河柳下的一群小飞虫
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让熟味透进果实的心中，
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Then in a waiful ch九_九_藏_书_网oir the small gnats mourn
忽而下落，随着微风的起灭；
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
你们密谋用累累的珠球，
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Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun,
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你和成熟的太阳成为友伴；
by John Keats J.
篱下的蟋蟀在歌唱，在园中
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
让发丝随着簸谷的风轻飘；
To Autumn
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Thee 九九藏书sitting careless on a granary floor,
Dows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
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想这些吧，你也有你的音乐——
（查良铮译）
啊．春日的歌哪里去了？但不要
或者．像拾穗人越过小溪，
Or by a cyder-press, with pa99ｌiｂ•ｎettient look,
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
弥有时随意坐在打麦场上，
使屋前的老树背负着苹果，
当波状的云把将逝的一天映照，
你昂首背着谷袋，投下倒影，
Thy hair sort-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
或者就在榨果架下坐几点钟，
有时候，为罂粟花香所沉迷，
使它们以为日子将永远暖和，
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.九九藏书
以胭红抹上残梗散碎的田野，
你耐心地瞧着徐徐滴下的酒浆。
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
好塞进甜核；又为了蜜蜂
你倒卧在收割一半的田垄，
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
The red-breast whistles form a garden-croft;
而群羊在山圈里高声默默咩叫；
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
For 藏书网Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
谁不经常看见你伴着谷仓？
使葫芦胀大，鼓起了榛子壳，
在田野里也可以把你找到，
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
秋颂
一次一次开放过迟的花朵，
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雾气洋溢、果实圆熟的秋，
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;