夜莺颂的作品原文

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第一节
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock1 I had drunk,
Or emptied some ll opiate2 to the drains3
One minute past4, and Lethe5-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness --
That thou, light winged Dryad6 of the trees,
In some melodious plot7
Of beechen8 green, and shadows numberless9,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease10.
第二节
O, for a draught of vintage11! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved12 earth,
Tasting of Flora13 and the country green,
Dance, and Provencal song14, and sunburnt mirth15!
O for a beaker full of the warm South16
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene17,
With beaded bubbles18 winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth,
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade19 away into the forest dim20.
第三节
Fade far away, dissolve21, and quite forget
What thou amongst the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan22;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs.
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin23,and dies;
Where nut to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed24 despairs;
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous25 eyes,
Or new Love pine at thembeyond to-morrow26.
第四节
Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted27 by Bacchus28 and his pards29,
But on the viewless30 wings of Poesy31,
Though the ll brain perplexes32 and retards.
Already with thee! tender33 is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Clustered around by all her starry Fays34;
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes35 blown
Through verrous36 glooms and winding mossy ways.
第五节
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incensehangs upon the boughs37,
But, in embalmed38 darkness, guess each sweet39
Wherewith the seasonable month40 endows
The grass, the thicket41, and the fruit-tree wild--
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine42;
Fast fading violets43 covered up in leaves;
And mid-May's eldest child44,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves45.
第六节
Darkling46 I listen; and for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme47,
To take into the air my quiet breath48;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring49 forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy50!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain --
To thy high requiem51 become a sod52.
第七节
Thou wast53 not born for death, immortal Bird54!
No hungry generations55 treadthee down;
The voice I hear this passing night eas heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown56:
Perhaps57 the self-same58 song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth59, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times60 hath61
Charm’d magic casement62, opening on the foam
Of perilous63 seas, in faery lands64 forlorn65.
第八节
Forlorn66! the very word is like a bell
To toll67 me back from thee to my sole self68!
Adieu69! the fancy cannot cheat70 so well
As she is famed to do, deceiving elf71.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem72 fades73
Past the near meadows74, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side75; and now 'tis buried76 deep
In the next valley-glades77:
Was is a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music -- Do I wake or sleep78?