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When she©¦pherds pipe ©¦on oa©¦ten straws, And mer©¦ry larks©¦ are plough ©¦men¡¯s clocks, When turt©¦les tread, ©¦ and rooks, ©¦and daws, And mai©¦dens bleach ©¦their sum©¦mer socks, The cu©¦ckoo then, ©¦on eve©¦ry three, Mocks mar©¦ried men; ©¦for thus ©¦sings he, Cuckoo, Cuckoo, ©¦cuckoo! ©¦Oh word ©¦of fear Unplea©¦sing to©¦ a mar©¦ried ear! ²Î¿¼ÒëÎÄ£º µ±ÔÓÉ«µÄ³û¾Õ¿ª±éÄÁ³¡£¬ À¶µÄ×ÏÂÞÀ¶£¬°×µÄÃÀÈËÉÀ£¬ »¹ÓÐÄǶž黨ÍÂÀÙ½¿»Æ£¬ Ãè³öÁËһƬ¹ã´óµÄÐÀ»¶£» Ìý¶Å¾éÔÚÿһÖêÊ÷ÉϽУ¬ °ÑÄÇÈ¢ÁËÆÞµÄÄÐÈ˼¥Ð¦£º ¿©¹¾£¡ ¿©¹¾£¡¿©¹¾£¡°¡£¬¿ÉŵÄÉùÒô£¡ º¦µÃ×öÕÉ·òµÄÈâÌøÐľª¡£ µ±ÎÞ³îµÄÄÁͯ¿Ú´µÂóµÑ£¬ Ç峿µÄÔÆÈ¸¾ªÐÑÁËÅ©ÈË£¬ °ßð¯ÎÚÑ»¶¼ÔÚÃÙÂÂÇóÆ¥£¬ Å®ÀÉÃÇÆ¯Ï´Ïļ¾µÄÒÂȺ£» Ìý¶Å¾éÔÚÿһÖêÊ÷ÉϽУ¬ °ÑÄÇÈ¢ÁËÆÞµÄÄÐÈ˼¥Ð¦£º ¿©¹¾£¡ ¿©¹¾£¡¿©¹¾£¡°¡£¬¿ÉŵÄÉùÒô£¡ º¦µÃ×öÕÉ·òµÄÈâÌøÐľª¡££¨ÖìÉúºÀ£© 3 To Be or Not To Be To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ¡¯tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die¡ªto sleep¡ª No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. ¡¯tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die¡ªto sleep. To sleep¡ªperchance to dream: ay, there¡¯s the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There¡¯s the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor¡¯s wrong, the proud man¡¯ contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law¡¯s delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death¡ª The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns¡ªpuzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ill we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o¡¯er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. ¾çÇ飺 ¡¶¹þŠÃÀ³ÌØ¡·ÊÇɯʿ±ÈÑÇÖØÒª¾ç×÷Ö®Ò»£¬Ð´ÓÚ1601Äê¡£¾çÖеÄÖ÷È˹«Êǵ¤ÂóÍõ×ÓHamlit¡£¹þÄ·À³Ìصĸ¸Ç×£¬¼´µ¤Âó¹úÍõ£¬±»¹þÄ·À³ÌصÄÊ常Claudius ÃØÃܺ¦ËÀ£¬²»µ½Á½¸öÔ£¬ÓÖÓë¹þÄ·À³ÌصÄĸÇ×£¬¼´Íõºó£¬½á»é¡£»¹ÇÔÈ¡ÁËÍõλ¡£¹þÄ·À³ÌصÄÊ常CaudiusÊǸö»µÍ¸¶¥Á˵ÄÈË¡£¹þÄ·À³ÌØÔòÊÇһλÓÐÀíÏë¡¢ÓеÀµÂµÄÈË£¬Ëû¾öÐÄҪΪ¸¸Ç×±¨³ð¡£ÎªÁ˲»±»¿´³öÀ´£¬Ëû×°³É·è×Ó¡£¹þÄ·À³ÌØÒªÎª¸¸Ç×±¨³ð£¬µ«ÖмäÓÐÆäĸÇ×´©²åÆä¼ä£¬ÕâʹËûÐÄÇ鼫Æä¸´ÔÓ£¬ÓÚÊÇÕûÈÕÐÄÇéÒÖÓô£¬²úÉúÁËÑáÊÀÇéÐ÷¡£ÓÚÊÇÕæµÄÓеã·è·èµßµßÁË¡£¾çÇéºÜÇúÕÛ£¬´ó¼Ò¿ÉÔÚ¿ÎÍâÕÒÓйØ×ÊÁ϶Á¡£ÍƼö¶Á¶ÁÓ¢ºº¶ÔÕÕ±¾¡¶É¯Ê¿±ÈÑÇÏ·¾ç¹ÊÊ¡·£¨Tales from Shakespeare, by Charles Lamb and Mary Lamb, ÏôǬ¡¢ÎĽàÈô·Òë¡£ÉÌÎñÓ¡Êé¹Ý1984Äê³ö°æ¡££© Õâ¶Î¶À°×¾ÍÊǹþÄ·À³ÌØÔÚ¼«¶ÈÀ§»ó¡¢²»ÖªËù´ëµÄÐÄÇéϵÀ³öµÄ£¬Ì¸µ½ÁËÉúÓëËÀ¡¢Ë¼¿¼ÓëÐж¯¡¢±¨¸´Óë¿íÈݵȵÈÈËÉúÖеÄÓÀºãì¶Ü£¬ÅúÅÐÁËÏÖʵÊÀ½çµÄºÚ°µ£¬¸»ÓÐÉî¿ÌµÄÕÜÀíÒâζ¡£³öÏÖÔÚÔ¾çµÚÈýÄ»µÚÒ»³¡¡£ ×¢ÊÍ£º slings and arrows of outrageous fortune: ¿ñ±©ÃüÔ˵Äʸʯ½»¹¥¡£sling: ͶʯÆ÷£¬µ¯ ¹£»Í¶ÖÀ£¬´ò»÷Ò»»÷. 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Thus we©¦ salute ©¦thee with ©¦our ear©¦ly song And wel©¦come thee, ©¦and wish ©¦thee long. ²Î¿¼ÒëÎÄ£º ¾§Ó¨µÄ³¿ÐÇ£¬°×ÈÕµÄÏÈÇý£¬ ËýÎ赸×Å´Ó¶«·½´øÀ´½¿Â£¬ °Ù»¨µÄÎåÔ£¬´ÓÂÌÉ«µÄ»³ÖÐÈöÏ ½ð»ÆÉ«µÄ¾ÅÂÖ»¨ºÍµºìµÄÓ£²Ý»¨¡£ »¶Ó£¬¸»ÀöµÄÎåÔ°¡£¬Ä㼤Ñï »¶ÀÖ¡¢Çà´ººÍÈÈÇéµÄÏ£Íû£» ÁÖľ¡¢Ê÷´ÔÊÇÄãµÄ×°Êø£¬ ɽÁꡢϪ¹È¿ä˵ÄãµÄÐÒ¸£¡£ ÎÒÃÇÒ²ÓÃÇ峿µÄ¸èÇúÏòÄãÀñÔÞ£¬ »¶ÓÄ㣬²¢ÇÒ×£¸£ÄãÓÀºãÎޱߣ¡ Alexander Pope (1688¡ª1744) ×÷Õß¼ò½é£ºÆÑ²®ÊÇ18ÊÀ¼ÍÓ¢¹ú×îÖØÒªµÄÊ«ÈË¡£×÷Æ·ºÜ¶à¡£Ëû»¹ÓÃÓ¢ÐÛË«ÐÐÌåÊ«·ÒëÁ˺ÉÂíÊ·Ê«¡£ÎÄѧÉϳçÉо«µñϸ×Á£¬ÊÇйŵäÖ÷ÒåµÄ´óʦ¡£ÉíÌå²»ºÃ£¬ÖÕÉíδ»é¡£ËûµÄ¸¸Ä¸ÊÇÌìÖ÷½Ìͽ£¬µ±Ê±ÌìÖ÷½ÌͽÊÇÊÜÆÈº¦µÄ¡£Ò»Éú»ù±¾ÉϹýµÄÊÇÒþ¾ÓÈÕ×Ó¡£¡¶¶À´¦ËС·ÊÇÆäÔçÆÚ×÷Æ·¡£×Ô³ÆÐ´ÓÚ12Ëêʱ¡£ 6 Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, £¨acres[/eik ]£© Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern¡¯dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mix¡¯d; sweet creation; And innocence, which most does please With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. ×¢ÊÍ: the first stanza can be rewritten like this: the man is happy, whose wish and care are bound by a few paternal acres, and who is content to breathe his native air in his own ground. 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As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in Luve am I, And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a¡¯ the seas gang dry! Till a¡¯ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi¡¯ the sun! And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o¡¯ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve! And fare thee weel, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho¡¯ it were ten thousand mile! ×¢ÊÍ£º Luve¡¯s = Love is melodie = melody£¬ÌðÃ۵ĸèÇú play¡¯d in tune = played in tune¡£³ªµÃºÏÅÄ¡£ As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,/ So deep in Luve am I: Bonnie: beautiful. Lass[laes]: girl, maiden.¿É¸ÄдΪ£ºas you are fair, my bonnie lass, so I am deep in love. ÄãÄÇôÃÀ£¬ÎÒÒ²ÄÇô°®Äã¡£ÎÒ°®ÄãµÄ³Ì¶ÈÓëÄãÃÀµÄ³Ì¶È³ÉÕý±È¡£So µÄÒâ˼ÊÇ¡°in the same proportion", "in like manner", "in the same way". Another example: As you treat me, so I will treat you. I will love thee still = I will always love thee. Till a¡¯ the seas gang dry: a¡¯ = all. gang = go. wi¡¯ = with. 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The waves| beside| them danced, |but they Out-did |the spark|ling waves |in glee: A po|et could |not but |be gay In such |a jo|cund com|pany: I gazed ¡ª|and gazed |¡ª but litt|le thought What wealth |the show |to me |had brought: For oft, | when on |my couch |I lie In va|cant or |in pen|sive mood, They flash |upon| that in|ward eye Which is| the bliss |of so|litude; And then| my heart| with plea|sures fills, And dan|ces with |the da|ffodils. 9 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? ¡ª 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; ¡ª 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. ×¢ÊÍ£º Yon£ºyonder£¬ÄDZߵģ¬Ô¶´¦µÄ¡£ No Nightingale did ever chaunt\More welcome notes to weary bands\ Of travellers in some shady haunt,\Among Arabian sands;:¼´Ê¹ÔÚÈ˼ʺ±ÖÁµÄ°¢À²®É³Ä®µÄÓݵ֮´¦£¬Ò¹ÝºÒ²²»ÔøÎªÆ£±¹µÄÐÐÈ˳ª¹ýÈç´Ë¶¯È˵ĸèÇú¡£Chaunt: chantµÄ±äÌå¡£ A voice so thrilling ne¡¯er was heard\In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,\Breaking the silence of the seas: In spring-time , a voice so thrilling was never heard from the Cuckoo-bird, whose song breaks the silence of the seas among the farthest Hebrides. 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And, as I mounted up the hill, \The music in my heart I bore,\Long after it was heard no more. µ½ÎÒµÇÉÏÁËɽ¸Úʱ£¬ËäÈ»ÄǸèÉùÔçÒÑÌý²»¼ûÁË£¬µ«»¹ÊÇÔÚÎÒÐĵ׻ØÏì¡£Bear: ¸ºµ££¬µ£¸º£¬´øÉÏ¡£ ÄÚÈÝ£º´ËʫдµÄÊÇËÕ¸ñÀ¼¸ßÔµØÇøÒ»Å©¼ÒÉÙÅ®¶À×ÔÔÚÌï¼äÀͶ¯¸è³ªµÄÇé¾°¡£´ËÒ»Çé¾°ÉîÉîµØ´¥¶¯ÁËÊ«È˵ÄÐÄÏÒ¡£ÎªÁËÈÃÕâ´¾ÆÓÇÚÀ͵ÄÅ®º¢¾¡Ç鵨¸è³ª¡¢¾¡Ç鵨Êã·¢ËýµÄÄÚÐĵÄÊÀ½ç£¬Ê«È˲»ÈÌÐľª¶¯Ëý£¬ËûÏ룬Ҫô¾Í´ËÖ¹²½£¬ÒªÃ´ÇÄÇÄ×ß¿ª¡£Ò¹Ýº¡¢²¼¹ÈÄñµÄ¸èÉùÊÇÌìô¥Ö®Éù£¬Ê«ÈË˵¸îÂóÅ®µÄ¸èÉù±Èҹݺ¡¢²¼¹ÈÄñµÄ¸èÉù»¹Òª¶¯ÈË£¬±íÃûÆä¸èÉùÊÇ´¿Õæ¶ø×ÔÈ»µÄ¡£Å©¼ÒÅ®º¢Ã»ÓÐÊܵ½³ÇÊÐÉú»îµÄÎÛȾ£¬Èç¡°ÇåË®³öÜ½ÈØ£¬ÌìȻȥµñÊΡ±£¬¶À×ÔÒ»ÈËÔÚ¿Õ¿õµÄÌïÒ°£¬Ïò´ó×ÔÈ»ÇãËßÖÔÇ飬µ±È»»á´ò¶¯ÏòÍù´ó×ÔÈ»µÄÊ«ÈË¡£½ñÌ죬¸¡Î±Ö®·ç±ÈÆäÒ»°Ù¶àÄêǰʫÈËËù´¦µÄÄǸöʱ´ú£¬¸üÀ÷º¦²»Öª¶àÉÙ±¶£¬Òò¶ø´ËÊ«ËùÃèдµÄÇé¾°¸üÄÜÒýÆðÈËÃǵÄåÚ˼ÉñÍù¡£´ËÊ«µÄÒâ¾³¿ÕÁ鯮ÒÝ£¬¸ÐÇé¸ß½àÕæÖ¿£¬¼«¸»ÀËÂþÆøÏ¢£¬Ã»ÓÐË¿ºÁÓ¹Ë×Çéµ÷¡£ ÐÎʽ£º´ËÊ«ËĽڣ¬Ã¿½Ú°ËÐУ¬³ýµÚËÄÊÇÈýÒô²½Í⣬ÆäÓàÆßÐж¼ÊÇËÄÒô²½¡£ÒÖÑï¸ñ¡£Ã¿½ÚµÄÔÏʽΪ ababccdd Behold| her, sing|le in |the field, Yon so|lita|ry High|land lass! Reaping |and sing|ing by |herself; Stop here, |or gent|ly pass! Alone |she cuts |and binds| the grain, And sings |a me|lancho|ly strain; O li|sten! for| the Vale |profound Is ov|erflow|ing with| the sound. No Nigh|tingale |did ev|er chaunt More wel|come notes |to wea|ry bands Of travel|lers in |some sha|dy haunt, Among| A/ra|bian sands; A voice| so thril|ling ne¡¯er |was heard In spring|-time from| the Cu|ckoo-bird, Breaking |the si|lence of| the seas Among |the far|thest He|brides. Will no |one tell| me what |she sings? ¡ª Perhaps |the plain|tive num|bers flow For old, | unhap|py, far-|off things, And ba|ttles long |ago; Or is |it some| more hum|ble lay, Fami|liar mat|ter of |to-day? Some na|tural sor|row, loss, | or pain, That has |been, and| may be| again? Whate¡¯er |the theme, |the Mai|den sang As if| her song |could have |no ending; I saw| her sing|ing at| her work, And o¡¯er |the sick|le bending; ¡ª I li|sten¡¯d, mo|tionless| and still; And, as |I moun|ted up |the hill, The mu|sic in| my heart |I bore, Long af|ter it| was heard |no more. |

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