300 poems

27 THE BEGINNING OF SUMMER

Stags and does frolic in the deep woods;

Snakes and insects are pleased by the rank grass.

Winged birds love the thick leaves;

Scaly fish enjoy the fresh weeds.

But to one place Summer forgot to come;

I alone am left like a withered straw…

Banished to the world's end;…

I am only wearing my own heart away.

Better far to let both body and mind

Blindly yield to the fate that Heaven made.…

I will fill my cup and never let it be dry.

28 A BELATED VIOLET

Very dark the autumn sky,

Dark the clouds that hurried by;

Very rough the autumn breeze

Shouting rudely to the trees.…

Sang the thrush so sweet and clear

That the sun came out to hear,

And, in answer to her song,

Beamed on violet all day long;

And the last leaves here and there

Fluttered with a spring-like air.

Then the violet raised her head,—

"Spring has come at last!" she said.

31BORROWING—Emerson

Some of the hurts you have cured,

And the sharpest you still have survived,

But what torments of grief you endured

From evils which never arrived!

32BREAK, BREAK, BREAK—Tennyson

And I would my tongue could utter

The thoughts that arise in me.

…

But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,

And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,

At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!

But the tender grace if a day that is dead

Will never come back to me.

33THE BRIDGE—Longfellow

A flood of thoughts came o'er me

That filled my eyes with tears.

How often, oh how often,

In the days that had gone by,

I had stood on that bridge at midnight

And gazed on that wave and sky!

…

For my heart was hot and restless,

And my life was full of care,

And the burden laid upon me

Seemed greater than I could bear.

…

And forever and forever,

As long as the river flows,

As long as the heart has passions,

As long as life has woes;

35 THE BUILDERS—Longfellow

All are architects of Fate,

Working in these walls of Time;

Some with massive deeds and great,

Some with ornaments of rhyme.

Nothing useless is, or low;

Each thing in its place is best;

And what seems but idle show

Strengthens and supports the rest.

For the structure that we raise,

Time is with materials filled;

Our to-days and yesterdays

Are the blocks with which we build.

…

Let us do our work as well,

Both the unseen and the seen;

Make the house, where Gods may dwell,

Beautiful, entire, and clean.

Else our lives are incomplete,

Standing in these walls of Time,

Broken stairways, where the feet

Stumble as they seek to climb.

Build to-day, then, strong and sure,

With a firm and ample base;

And ascending and secure

Shall to-morrow find its place.

Thus alone can we attain

To those turrets, where the eye

Sees the world as one vast plain,

And one boundless reach of sky.

36.THE BUSH

Give us when noontide comes

Restin the woodland free—

Fragrant breath of the gums,

Cold, sweet scent of the sea.

Give us the wattle's gold

And the dew-laden air,

And the loveliness bold

Loneliest landscapes wear.

These are the haunts we love,

Glad with enchanted hours,

Bright as the heavens above,

Fresh as the wild bush flowers.

38A CHILD—Gilder

Her voice was like the song of birds,

Her eyes were like stars

Her little waving hands were like

Birds' wings that beat the bars.

40.THE CHILDREN'S HOUR

The patter of little feet…

They almost devour me with kisses…

And there will I keep you forever,

Yes, forever and a day,

Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,

And moulder in dust away!

41CHRISTMAS BELLS

And in despair I bowed my head;

"There is no peace on earth," I said:

"For hate is strong,

And mocks the song

Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:

"God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!

The Wrong shall fail,

The Right prevail,

With peace on earth, good-will to men!"

42.A CLEAR MIDNIGHT

This is thy hour O soul, thy flight into the wordless,

Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,

Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,

Night, sleep, death and the stars.

43.COME HITHER, CHILD

…How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me,

Thoughts that I would—but cannot quelk?…

I stole away from crowds and light

And sought a chamber dark and cold.

I had no one to love me there,

I knew no comrade and no friend;

And so I went to sorrow where

Heaven, only heaven saw me bend.

Loud blew the wind;' twas sad to stay

From all that splendour barred away.

I imaged in the lonely room

A thousand forms of fearful gloom.

And with my wet eyes raised on high

I prayed to God that I might die.…

So full of soul, so deeply sweet,

I thought that Gabriel's self had come

To take me to thy father's home.…

Then died, nor breathed again;

But still the words and still the tone

Dwell round my heart when all alone.

44.COMPENSATION—James Edwin Campbell

No title high my father bore,

The tenant of thy farm,

He left me what I value more:

Clean heart, clear brain, strong arm

And love for bird and beast and bee

And song of lark and hymn of sea,…

The boundless sky to me belongs,

The paltry acres thine;

The painted beauty sings thy songs,

The lavrock lilts me mine;

The hot-housed orchid blooms for thee,

The gorse and heather bloom for me…

45.A CRADLE SONG

God's laughing in heaven

To see you so good;

The Sailing Seven

Are gay with his mood.

I sigh that kiss you

For I must own

That I shall miss you

When you have grown.(孩子请不要长大)

46.THE CREATION

And God stepped out on space,

And He looked around and said,

"I'm lonely—

I'll make me a world."…

Spangling the night with the moon and stars.…

Then the greengrass sprouted,

And the little red flowers blossomed,

The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky,

And the oak spread out his arms,

The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground,

And the rivers ran down to the sea;

And God smiled again,

And the rainbow appeared,

And curled itself around His shoulder.

THE DAFFODILS

I wandered 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 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

Outdid 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.

53. DRINKING ALONE BY MOONLIGHT(李白的《月下独酌》)

A cup of wine, under the flowing trees;花间一壶酒

55.DUST

What is dust?

Ashes of love, charred letters, faded heliotrope,

…and it is dust that keeps my eyes from being blinded by the stars!

56. EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE

Afire-mist and a planet—

A crystal and a cell,—

A jelly-fish and a saurian,

And caves where the cave-men dwell;

Then a sense of law and beauty,

And a face turned from the clod,—

Some call it Evolution,

And others call it God.

…Like tides on a crescent sea-beach,

When the moon is new and thin,

Into our hearts high yearnings

Come welling and surging in,—

Come from the mystic ocean

Whose rim no foot has trod,—

Some of us call it longing,

And others call it God.

…Socrates drinking the hemlock

And Jesus on the rood;

The millions who, humble and nameless,

The straight, hard pathways plof,—

Some call it Consecration,

And others call it God.

60. Fable

The mountain and the squirrel

Had a quarrel;

And the former called the latter"Little Prig."

Bun replied,

"You are doubtless very big;

But all sorts of things and weather

Must be taken in together,

To make up a year

And a sphere.

And I think it no disgrace

To occupy my place.

If I'm not as large as you,

You are not so small as I,

And not half so spry.

I'll not deny you make

A very pretty squirrel track;

Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;

If I cannot carry forests on my back,

Neither can you crack a nut."

61. FAME IS A FOOD THAT DEAD MEN EAT

Fame is a food that dead men eat,—

I have no stomach for such meat.

In little light and narrow room,

They eat it in the silent tomb,

With no kind voice of comrade near

To bid the banquet of cheer.

62. FANCY

Ever let the fancy roam,

Pleasure never is at home:

At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,

Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;…

Open wide the mind's cage-door,

She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.

…(接下来涵盖了一年四季)

Summer's joys are spoilt by use,

And the enjoying of the Spring

Fades as does its blossoming;

Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too,

Blushing through the mist and dew,

Cloys with tasting: What do then?

Sit thee by the ingle, when

The sear faggot blazes bright,

Spirit of a winter's night;…

(一整首：

let the Fancy roam,

Pleasure never is at home:

At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,

Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;

Then let winged Fancy wander

Through the thought still spread beyond her:

Open wide the mind’s cage-door,

She’ll dart forth, and cloudward soar.

O sweet Fancy! let her loose;

Summer’s joys are spoilt by use,

And the enjoying of the Spring

Fades as does its blossoming;

Autumn’s red-lipp’d fruitage too,

Blushing through the mist and dew,

Cloys with tasting: What do then?

Sit thee by the ingle, when

The sear faggot blazes bright,

Spirit of a winter’s night;

When the soundless earth is muffled,

And the caked snow is shuffled

From the ploughboy’s heavy shoon;

When the Night doth meet the Noon

In a dark conspiracy

To banish Even from her sky.

Sit thee there, and send abroad,

With a mind self-overaw’d,

Fancy, high-commission’d:–send her!

She has vassals to attend her:

She will bring, in spite of frost,

Beauties that the earth hath lost;

She will bring thee, all together,

All delights of summer weather;

All the buds and bells of May,

From dewy sward or thorny spray;

All the heaped Autumn’s wealth,

With a still, mysterious stealth:

She will mix these pleasures up

Like three fit wines in a cup,

And thou shalt quaff it:–thou shalt hear

Distant harvest-carols clear;

Rustle of the reaped corn;

Sweet birds antheming the morn:

And, in the same moment, hark!

‘Tis the early April lark,

Or the rooks, with busy caw,

Foraging for sticks and straw.

Thou shalt, at one glance, behold

The daisy and the marigold;

White-plum’d lillies, and the first

Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst;

Shaded hyacinth, alway

Sapphire queen of the mid-May;

And every leaf, and every flower

Pearled with the self-same shower.

Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep

Meagre from its celled sleep;

And the snake all winter-thin

Cast on sunny bank its skin;

Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see

Hatching in the hawthorn-tree,

When the hen-bird’s wing doth rest

Quiet on her mossy nest;

Then the hurry and alarm

When the bee-hive casts its swarm;

Acorns ripe down-pattering,

While the autumn breezes sing.

Oh, sweet Fancy! let her loose;

Every thing is spoilt by use:

Where’s the cheek that doth not fade,

Too much gaz’d at? Where’s the maid

Whose lip mature is ever new?

Where’s the eye, however blue,

Doth not weary? Where’s the face

One would meet in every place?

Where’s the voice, however soft,

One would hear so very oft?

At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth

Like to bubbles when rain pelteth.

Let, then, winged Fancy find

Thee a mistress to thy mind:

Dulcet-ey’d as Ceres’ daughter,

Ere the God of Torment taught her

How to frown and how to chide;

With a waist and with a side

White as Hebe’s, when her zone

Slipt its golden clasp, and down

Fell her kirtle to her feet,

While she held the goblet sweet

And Jove grew languid.–Break the mesh

Of the Fancy’s silken leash;

Quickly break her prison-string

And such joys as these she’ll bring.–

Let the winged Fancy roam,

Pleasure never is at home.）

65.THE FIRE SOUL

When sudden I saw in the vanishing light

A phantom hovering o'er me

It wavered an instant in its flight;

Then faded from sight, into night, into night,

And left but the darkness before me.

73.A FRIEND'S GREETING

I'd like to do the big things and the splendid things for you,

To brush the gray from out your skies and leave them only blue;…

I' m wishing at this Chrismas time that I could but repay

A portion of the gladness that you've strewn along my way;

74.FROM DEWY DREAMS, MY SOUL, ARISE—James Joyce

From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,

From love's deep slumber and from death,

For lo! The trees are full of sighs

Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.

Eastward the gradual dawn prevails

Where softly-burning fites appear,

Making to tremble all those veils

Of grey and golden gossamer.

While sweetly, gently, secretly,

The flowery bells of morn are stirred

And the wise choirs of faery

Begin(inumerous!)to be heard.

75.FROM THE SHORE

Alone gray bird,

Dim-dipping, far-flying,

Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults

Of night and the sea

And the stars and storms.

Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,

…Glories of chance and hazards of death

On its eager and palpitant wings.

Out into the deep of the great dark world,

Beyond the long birders where foam and drift

Of the sundering waves are lost and gone

On the tides that plunge and rear and crumble.

77.GIVE ALL TO LOVE

Give all to love;

Obey thy heart;

Friends, kindred, days,

Estate, good fame,

Plans, credit, and the Muse—

Nothing refuse.

83.THE GREEN GRASS UNDER THE SNOW

When the winds of winter blow,

Wailing like voices of woe…

84. GREEN—D.H Lawrence

The dawn was apple-green,

The sky was green wine held up in the sun,

The moon was a golden petal between.

She opened her eyes, and green

They shone, clear like flowers undone

For the first time, now for the first time seen.

87.HEAT

O wind, rend open the heat,

Cut apart the heat,

Rend it to tatters.

88. HER REPLY

But time drives flocks from field to fold;

When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;

And Philomel becometh dumb;

The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields

To wayward Winter reckoning yields:

A honey tongue, a heart of gall,

Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

89.HERO-WORSHIP

…quench this fierce, untamable desire.

92."HOPE" IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS

"HOPE" is the thing with feathers—

That perches in the soul—

And sings the tune without the words—

And never stops—at all—

93. HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE

How doth the little busy bee

Improve each shining hour,

And gather honey all the day

From every opening flower!

How skilfully she builds her cell!

How neat she spreads the wax!

And labors hard to store it well

With the sweet food she makes.

In works of labor or of skill,

I would be busy too;

Foe Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.

In boojs, or work, or healthful play,

Let my first years be passed,

That I may give for every day

Some good account at last.

94.The humble bee

Singing over shrubs and vines...

Wait, I prithee, till I come

Within earshot of thy hum--

All without is martyrdom.

When the south wind, in May days,

With a net of shining haze

Silvers the horizon wall,

And with softness touching all,

Tints the human countenance

With a color of romance...

95. I DIED FOR BEAUTY

I died for beauty, but was scarce

Adjusted in the tomb,

When one who died for truth was lain

In an adjoining room..

until the moss had reached our lips,

And covered up our names.

96. I FELT A FUNERAL IN MY BRAIN

I felt a funeral in my brain,

And mourners, to and fro,

Kept treading, treading, till it seemed

That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated

A service like a drum

Kept beating, beating, till I thought

My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,

And creak across my soul

With those same boots of lead, again.

Then space began to toll.

As all the heavens were a bell,

And being but an ear

And I and silence some strange race,

Wrecked, solitary, here.

98.I TASTE A LIQUOR NEVER BREWED

Inebriate of Air—am I

101.I'M NOBODY

How dreary to be somebody!

How public, like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!

102.IF

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,

And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee

Things would seem fair,

Yet they'd all despair,

For if here is not there

We wouldn't be we.

108.IN OCTOBER

Now comes the sunset of the verdant year,

Chemic fires, still and slow,

Burn in the leaves, till trees and groves appear

Dipped in the sunset's glow...

The day sends down its beams...

I take my way where sentry cedars stand

Along the bushy lane...

The hazel-bush holds up its crincled gold

And scents the loit'ring breeze—

A nuptial wreath amid its leafage old

That laughs at frost's decrees...

And yonder sugar maple's wild desire

To match the sunset sky...

Is part of autumn's dower.

The plantive calls of bluebirds fill the air,

Wand'ring voices in the morn;

The ruby kinglet, flitting here and there,

Winds again his elfin horn.

A true autumnal sound...

In genial sun and breeze.

Once more the tranquil days brood o'er the hills,

And soothe earth's toiling breast;

A benediction all the landscape fills

That breathes of peace and rest

110. IN THE SHADOWS

For the laggard river, dozing,

Only wakes from its reposing

where I float...

where the river mists are rising,

all the foliage baptizing

with their spray;

there the sun gleams far and faintly,

with a shadow soft and saintly,

in its ray...

114. THE INWARD MORING

…Illumes my inmost mind...

Where' er his silent beams intrude

The murky night is gone...

116.THE IVY GREEN

…Creeping where no life is seen…

And a stanch old heart has he...

Creeping where grim death has been,

A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

118. JUST THINK

Just think! some night the stars will gleam

Upon a cold, grey stone...

Your life is but a little beat

Within the heart of Time.

A little gain, a little pain,

A laugh, lest you may moan;

A little blame, a little fame,

A star-gleam on a stone.

119.THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes

dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the

cricket sings;

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet' wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway,or on the pavements gray,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

121.THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER

'Tis the last rose of summer

Left blooming alone;

All her lovely companions

Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred,

No rosebud is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes,

To give sigh for sigh...

When true hearts lie withered

And fond ones are flown,

Oh! who would inhabit

This bleak world alone?

128.LET US BE MERRY BEFORE WE GO

To joy a stranger, a wayworn ranger...

129.LET US DRINK AND BE MERRY

...to cure melancholy...

Your most beautiful bride who with garlands is crown'd

And kills with each glance as she treads on the ground..

Then why should we turmoil in cares and in fears,

Turn all our tranquill'ty to sighs and to tears?

Let's eat, drink, and play till the worms do corrupt us...

131.LIFE

Life, believe, is not a dream

So dark as sages say...

Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,

But these are transient all;

...can courage quell despair!

132.LINES---wordsworth

Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up

With which she speaks when storms are gone,

A mighty unison of streams!

Of all her Voices, One!

...yon star upon the mountain-top

Is listening quietly.

...a power is passing from the earth

To breathless Nature's dark abyss...

133.THE LISTENERS

"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,

Knocking on the moonlit door;

And his horse in the silence champed the grasses

Of the forest's ferny floor.

And a bird flew up out of the turret,

Above the traveller's head:

...

135. THE LITTLE PEACH

A little peach in the orchard grew, —

A little peach of emerald hue;

Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,

                                                      It grew.

137. THE LORD'S PRAYER

Our Father in heaven,

hallowed be your name.

Your kingdom come,

your will be done,

On earth, as it is in heaven...

And lead us not into temptation,

But deliver us from evil.