演讲比赛的诗歌
MP3:the solitary reaper 孤独的割麦女
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The Solitary Reaper
BEHOLD her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;——
I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
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3．《孤独的收割人》另一译本
看，一个孤独的高原姑娘
在远远的田野间收割，
一边割一边独自歌唱，——
请你站住。或者悄悄走过！
她独自把麦子割了又捆，
唱出无限悲凉的歌声，
屏息听吧！深广的谷地
已被歌声涨满而漫溢！
还从未有过夜莺百啭，
唱出过如此迷人的歌，
在沙漠中的绿荫间
抚慰过疲惫的旅客；
还从未有过杜鹃迎春，
声声啼得如此震动灵魂，
在遥远的赫布利底群岛
打破过大海的寂寥。
她唱什么，谁能告诉我？
忧伤的音符不断流涌，
是把遥远的不幸诉说？
是把古代的战争吟咏？
也许她的歌比较卑谦，
只是唱今日平凡的悲欢，
只是唱自然的哀伤苦痛——
昨天经受过，明天又将重逢？
姑娘唱什么，我猜不着，
她的歌如流水永无尽头；
只见她一面唱一面干活，
弯腰挥镰，操劳不休……
我凝神不动，听她歌唱，
然后，当我登上了山岗，
尽管歌声早已不能听到，
它却仍在我心头缭绕。
Do not Go Gentle into That Good Night
by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light:
Though wise man at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
They frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men, who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze likemeteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
不要温顺地走入那个良宵，
龙钟之年在日落时光也要燃烧并痛斥；
要咆哮、对着光明的消泯咆哮。
人生终点的智者明白黑暗的合理公道，
他们的话不再能够激发出闪电，尽管如此
也不会温顺地走入那个良宵。
善良的人，当最后一浪扫过，会吼叫
说他们脆弱的善举本可在绿色海湾舞得白炽，
并咆哮、对着光明的消泯咆哮。
狂暴的人会抓紧飞驰的太阳高唱，知道
他们已经令它悲伤了一路，虽说明白得太迟
但不会温顺地走入那个良宵。
阴沉的人临近死亡视界会刺目般独到
失明的眼睛像流星般闪光而荡漾着欣喜，
并咆哮、对着光明的消泯咆哮。
而您，我的父亲，升到了悲哀的至高，
尽管以纵横的老泪诅咒我、祝福我，但求你
决不要温顺地走入那个良宵，
要咆哮、对着光明的消泯咆哮。
Because I could not stop for Death--
Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality.
We slowly drove--He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my Leisure too,
For His Civility--
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess--in the Ring--
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain--
We passed the Setting Sun--
Or rather--He passed Us--
The Dews drew quivering and chill--
For only Gossamer, my Gown--
My Tippet--only Tulle--
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground--
The Roof was scarcely visible--
he Coraice--in the Ground--
Since then--’tis Centuries--and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’Heads
Were toward Eternity--
因为我不能停下来等待死神
因为我不能停下来等待死神
他和善地停下来等我——
那辆车只能容我们两个——
还有不朽。
我们慢慢驱车——他不慌不忙
我也把我的劳与闲
统统丢掉一边，
为了他的礼让——
我们走过校园，孩子们你推我搡，
在休息时间，在圆形广场——
我们走过在田间凝眸的麦杆——
我们走过落日旁——
或毋宁说，他走过我们身旁
寒露降，身子冻得打颤——
因为我的长衫落纱般——
我的披肩如丝网——
我们停步在一所房子前，
那似乎是隆起的土地一片
屋顶几乎看不见——
屋檐在地里面——
离那时已是几个世纪
过了还不到一天，
我首次猜测到，马头
在朝向永恒奔窜。
振奋的：
Oh, Captain! My Captain!
---By Walt Whitman
Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is worn,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here, Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, O Shores! and ring, O bell!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
中文译文：
船长！我的船长！
瓦尔特?惠特曼
啊， 船长！我的船长！可怕的航程已完成；
这船历尽风险，企求的目标已达成。
港口在望，钟声响，人们在欢欣。
千万双眼睛注视着船----平稳，勇敢，坚定。
但是痛心啊！痛心！痛心！
瞧一滴滴鲜红的血！
甲板上躺着我的船长，
他到下去，冰冷，永别。
啊， 船长！我的船长！起来吧，倾听钟声；
起来吧，号角为您长鸣，旌旗为您高悬；
迎着您，多少花束花圈----候着您，千万人蜂拥岸边；
他们向您高呼，拥来挤去，仰起殷切的脸；
啊，船长！亲爱的父亲！
我的手臂托着您的头！
莫非是一场梦：在甲板上
您到下去，冰冷，永别。
我的船长不作声，嘴唇惨白，毫不动弹；
我的父亲没感到我的手臂，没有脉搏，没有遗言；
船舶抛锚停下，平安抵达；航程终了；
历经艰险返航，夺得胜利目标。
啊，岸上钟声齐鸣，啊，人们一片欢腾！
但是，我在甲板上，在船长身旁，
心悲切，步履沉重：
因为他倒下去，冰冷，永别。
感人的：
With Rue My Heart Is Laden
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
--A.E.Housman
施颖洲译：
《我的心载满了伤悲》
我的心载满了伤悲，
为了我的金石故人，
为多少玫瑰唇的少女，
为多少捷足的少年。
在宽广难越的溪滨，
捷足的少年头已埋下，
玫瑰唇的少女们长眠
在玫瑰花落的田野。
tommyleea译：
《悲满怀》
何事悲满怀
金玉良友俱已逝
几多蛾眉红颜
几多捷足少年
涧广不得跃
纵青春步履轻健
朱唇少女长眠
野地蔷薇凋谢
“假如生活欺骗了你”
（1825年） 普希金
假如生活欺骗了你，
不要忧郁，也不要愤慨！
不顺心时暂且克制自己，
相信吧，快乐之日就会到来。
我们的心儿憧憬着未来，
现今总是令人悲哀：
一切都是暂时的，转瞬既逝，
而那逝去的将变为可爱。
If by life you were deceived
Don't be dismal,don't be wild
In the day of grief,be mild
Merry days will come believe
Heart is living in tomorrow
Present is dejected here
In a moment,passes sorrow
That which passes will be dear
When you are old（爱情诗歌经典中的经典）
Yeats
叶芝
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look,
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled,
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
爱尔兰诗人 叶芝：经柳园而下
Down by the sally garden
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
在莎莉花园深处，吾爱与我曾经相遇。
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
她穿越莎莉花园，以雪白的小脚。
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
她嘱咐我要爱得轻松，当新叶在枝桠萌芽。
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
但我当年年幼无知，不予轻率苟同。
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
在河边的田野，吾爱与我曾经驻足。
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
她依靠在我的肩膀，以雪白的小手。
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
她嘱咐我要活得轻松，当青草在堤岸滋长。
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
但我当年年幼无知，而今热泪盈眶。
Down by the Salley Gardens 走进莎莉花园
My love and I did meet 我和我的爱人相遇
She passed the Salley Gardens 她穿越莎莉花园
With little snow-white feet 踏著雪白的纤足
She bid me take love easy 她请我轻柔的对待这份情
As the leaves grow on the tree 像依偎在树上的群叶
But I being young and foolish 但我是如此年轻而无知
With her would not agree 不曾细听她的心声
In a field by the river 在河流畔的旷野
My love and I did stand我和我的爱人并肩伫立
And on my leaning shoulder在我的微倾的肩膀
She laid her snow-white hand是她柔白的手所倚
She bid me take life easy她请我珍重生命
As the grass grows on the weirs像生长在河堰的韧草
But I was young and foolish但我是如此年轻而无知
And now am full of tears如今只剩下无限的泪水
Down by the Salley Gardens走进莎莉花园
My love and I did meet我和我的爱人相遇
She passed the Salley Gardens她穿越莎莉花园
With little snow-white feet踏著雪白的孅足
She bid me take love easy 她请我轻柔的对待这份情
As the leaves grow on the tree像依偎在树上的群叶
But I being young and foolish但我是如此年轻而无知
With her would not agree不曾细听她的心声
But I was young and foolish但我是如此年轻而无知
And now am full of tears如今只剩下无限的泪水
此歌是根据叶芝的同名诗歌〈Down By the Salley Garden〉谱曲而成，最初翻译为《柳园里》，是叶芝早年的诗作。他的早年诗歌韵律优美，感情细腻，辞藻华丽，象征意味浓郁，明显受到英国浪漫主义和法国象征主义诗歌的影响。
这首诗貌似简单，但却向人们揭示了生活的哲理：对待爱情和生活，人们应当顺其自然，就像“绿叶长在树枝上”，“青草长在河堰上”。不然，回因为一时的“愚蠢”而遗恨终生。
这首诗很美给人很飘逸的感觉 ，音乐也很棒让人有置身大海的意境 。
它有蓝色的忧郁； 绿色的清新； 白色的恬淡。
1. 埃德蒙·斯宾塞
Sonnet
十四行
Fresh spring the herald of loves mighty king,
新春啊，你这君临万方的爱神的先驱，
In whose cote armour richly are displayed
你的外衣富丽堂皇,展现出
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring
世间的繁花万朵，不胜枚举，
In goodly colours gloriously arrayed.
她那婀娜多姿的服装，耀人眼目。
Go to my love, Where she is carelesse laid,
找我的爱人去吧，她满不在乎，
Yet in her winters bowre:
她仍在她冬天的闺房里深睡不醒：
Tell her the joyous time will not be staid
告诉她：快乐的时光不会永驻，
Unlesse she do him by the forelock take,
除非她能把它牢牢地捏在手中；
Bid her therefore her selfe soon ready make,
嘱咐她要把一切的准备快快完成，
To wait on love amongst his lovely crew.
好去那一群丽人当中把爱神恭迎：
Where every one that misseth then her make,
谁若是还打动不了爱人的魂灵，
Shall be by him amercest with penance dew.
爱神就必定给他以应有的严惩。
Make hast therefore sweet love, whilest it is prime,
快抓住这甜蜜的爱，趁着青春时候，
For none can call againe the passed time.
青春一去难再，像是大海东流。
2.威廉布莱克 William Blake
The Tyger 老虎
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright 老虎！老虎！光焰闪耀，
In the forests of the night, 在黑夜的丛林中熊熊燃烧， '
What immortal hand or eye 什么样的不朽之手和眼
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 造成你那可怕的匀称外貌？
In what distant deeps or skies 你眼中的烈火熊熊
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 来自多远的深处或高空？
On what wings dare he aspire? 他凭什么翅膀敢飞到九天？
What the hand dare seize the fire? 什么样的手敢去抓这火焰？
And what shoulder, and what art, 什么样的臂力，什么样的技艺
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 才能拧成你那心脏的腱肌？
And when thy heart began to beat, 什么样的手,什么样的脚,
What dread hand? And what dread feet? 才使得你的心脏开始弹跳？
What the hammer? What the chain? 用什么样的锤子？什么样的链条？
In what furnace was thy brain? 在什么样的炉里炼成了你的大脑？
What the anvil? What dread grasp 在什么样的铁砧上？用什么样的臂力
Dare its deadly terrors clasp? 敢抓住这可以致命的可怕东西？
When the stars threw down their spears, 当星星投下他们的矛枪，
And watered heaven with their tears, 用他们的泪水浇灌穹苍，
Did he smile his work to see? 他见到自己的作品时可微笑？
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 难道是他造了你也造了羊羔？
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright 老虎！老虎！光焰闪耀，
In the forests of the night, 在黑夜的丛林中熊熊燃烧，
What immortal hand or eye, 什么样的不朽之手和眼
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? 造成你那可怕的匀称外貌？
3. 威廉华兹华斯
I Wondered Lonely as a Cloud
I wondered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils ;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in the never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay :
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced ; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee :
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company :
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought :
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude ;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
我孤独地漫游，像一朵云
我孤独地漫游，像一朵云
在山丘和谷地上飘荡，
忽然间我看见一群
金色的水仙花迎春开放，
在树荫下，在湖水边，
迎着微风起舞翩翩。
连绵不绝，如繁星灿烂，
在银河里闪闪发光，
它们沿着湖湾的边缘
延伸成无穷无尽的一行；
我一眼看见了一万朵，
在欢舞之中起伏颠簸。
粼粼波光也在跳着舞，
水仙的欢欣却胜过水波；
与这样快活的伴侣为伍，
诗人怎能不满心欢乐！
我久久凝望，却想象不到
这奇景赋予我多少财宝，——
每当我躺在床上不眠，
或心神空茫，或默默沉思，
它们常在心灵中闪现，
那是孤独之中的福祉；
于是我的心便涨满幸福，
和水仙一同翩翩起舞。