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英诗欣赏 EAGLE ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON (1809~1892) He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. 这短短六行,生动地刻划出鹰之为王者的特质。 首节三行写其静、高孤而尊贵。作者以he、hands、stands分别取代it、claws(爪)、和perches(栖息),拟人 (personification)的用法使读者感到鹰的非比寻常。更何况它像王者一般独居(in lonely lands),有青天环绕(Ringed with the azure world),与白日相亲(Close to the sun)。首行/k/和/kr/的双声铿锵地暗示出鹰的遒劲。 后三行写其动。作者仍旧以周围环境衬托出鹰的威仪。从高踞山墙之内的鹰眼看来,汹涌的波涛不过是皱纹,在它脚下匍匐。闪电般的俯冲既是写实,也显示出鹰的「神」威-古代神只以雷电为刑罚工具。 这首短诗的三、六两行各以掉尾句(periodic sentence)结束。予人雄浑、踏实的感觉,十分切合诗中所述鹰的王者身份。
THE ANT RICHARD ARMOUR(1906~) The ant, a prodigy of strength, Lifes objects twice his weight and length And never stops or sighs or glowers Because it's after working hours. Though underground, he bears the onus And peril without thought of bonus, And never once is heard to mention Retiring on a tax-free pension. Nor does he frown or look askance At other, lighter-burdened ants. Not one to bicker, blame, or sob. The ant has but one flaw I see, To wit, he doesn't work for me. 简评: 蚂蚁一向被誉为“勤做工”的典范。此诗更是一一列举这位“模范工人”的美德:工作能力强,多做不抱怨,犯难不求赏,与“人”不计较,见利不思迁。这种工人真是只应“地下”有,“人”世间难求。无怪乎说话者要扼腕叹道:“只可惜他不为我工作。” 作者借蚂蚁而反衬出人类的私心。工整的韵脚添增了全诗的幽默轻松气氛。 大意: 蚂蚁这个大力士能举起比他体重身高多一倍的东西。它从不因过了下班时间而停工、叹气、或瞪眼。虽然在地下,他背负重担和危险,却从没想到红利,而且没听他谈到退休用免税年金养老;他也不会对其他担子较轻的蚂蚁横眉竖目。蚂蚁不是斗嘴、怪罪或呜咽之徒,也不贪图较好的工作。我看蚂蚁只有一样瑕疵-那就是:他不为我工作。 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; 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. 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 上一页 [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] |