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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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5 Song On May Morning Now the bright morning star, Day¡¯s harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy dressing; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song And welcome thee, and wish thee long. ×¢ÊÍ£º morning star: ÆôÃ÷ÐÇ¡¢Ì«°×ÐÇ¡¢³¤¸ýÐǵȡ£Ô糿ÔÚ¶«·½³öÏÖ¡£ÍíÉÏÔÚÎ÷·½³öÏÖ£¬½Ð³¤¸ý£¬Ó¢ÎÄ×÷¡°evening star¡±.¡£Í¬ÊÇÒ»¿ÅÐÇ£¬¼´Venus¡£ harbinger [/ha: bind ]Ïȵ¼£¬ÏÈÕ× primrose [/primroz] Ó£²Ý»¨£¬±¨´º»¨¡£ Bounteous [/baunti s] ¿¶¿®µÄ of thy dressing£ºdressed in thy fashion Dost£ºµÚ¶þÈ˳ÆÏÖÔÚʱµ¥Êý¡£¼´do Doth: Ò»°ãÓÃÓÚµÚÈýÈ˳Ƶ¥Êý£¬µ«ÃÖ¶û¶ÙÒ²³£³£ÓÃÓÚ¸´Êý¡£ÔÚËûµÄ×÷Æ·Öкܳ£¼û¡£ÖøÃûÓ¢Óïר¼Ò½ÅåÏÒ×ܽáÃÖ¶û¶ÙµÄÓïÑÔÌØµã£¬ÆäÖÐÒ»Ìõ¾ÍÊÇ ¡°singular verb for plural subject¡±¡£´ËÖÖÇé¿öÔÚɯʿ±ÈÑǵÄ×÷Æ·ÖÐÒ²²»Ê±ÄÜÓö¼û¡£ Long: long life. ÐÎʽ·ÖÎö£ºÒÖÑï¸ñ´©²åÑïÒÖ¸ñ£¨7¡¢8Á½ÐÐÊÇÑïÒÖ¸ñ£¬Å®ÔÏ£¬ÏÔµÃÊ®·ÖÇá¿ì£©¡£ÔÏʽΪaa£¬bb£¬cc£¬dd£¬ee¡£ Now the ©¦bright mor©¦ning star, ©¦ Day¡¯s har©¦binger, Comes dan©¦cing from ©¦the east, ©¦ and leads ©¦with her The flowe©¦ry May, ©¦who from ©¦her green ©¦lap throws The ye©¦llow cow©¦slip and ©¦the pale©¦ primrose. Hail, boun©¦teous May, ©¦that dost ©¦inspire Mirth, ©¦ and youth, ©¦and warm ©¦desire! Woods and ©¦groves are ©¦of thy ©¦dressing; Hill and ©¦dale doth©¦boast thy ©¦blessing. 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. ÆäÒâ˼Ï൱ÓÚ¡¶ÖÐÓ¹¡·ÉÏËù˵µÄ¡°¾ý×ÓËØÎ»¶øÐУ¬²»Ô¸ºõÆäÍâ¡£¡±Jude The Obscure ÖÐÓÐÒ»¾ä»°Ëµ£ºa contented mind is a continual feast.(Jude the Obscure.P378) Whose herds with milk, /whose fields with bread,/Whose flocks supply him with attire; ǰÁ½ÐÐÊ¡ÂÔÁË¡°supply him with¡±¡£Attire£º·þ×°¡£ unconcern¡¯dly£¬¼´unconcernedly£ºÂþ²»¾ÐÄ£¬ÎÞÓÇÎÞÂÇ£¬ÓÆÈ»×ԵᣵÚÈý½Ú¿ÉÒÔ¸Äд³É£ºBlest is the man who can unconcern¡¯dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away In health of body and in peace of mind Ï൱ÓÚ¡° I see him leave.¡±ÕâÑùµÄ¾ä×Ó¡£ study and ease /Together mix¡¯d; sweet creation;/And innocence, which most does please/With meditation. 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Blest, who ©¦can un©¦concern¡¯d©¦ly find Hours, days, ©¦and years ©¦slide soft©¦ away In health©¦ of bo©¦dy, peace©¦ of mind, Quiet ©¦by day, Sound sleep©¦ by night; ©¦ study©¦ and ease Toge©¦ther mix¡¯d; ©¦ sweet cre©¦ation; And in©¦nocence, ©¦ which most ©¦does please With me©¦ditation. Thus let ©¦me live, ©¦unseen, ©¦unknown; Thus un©¦lamen©¦ted let©¦ me die; Steal from ©¦the world, ©¦ and not©¦ a stone Tell where ©¦I lie. ²Î¿¼ÒëÎÄ£º ÈËÉúÈçºÎ·½ÎªÀÖ£¬Î¨ÓÐÖª×㲻̰ÐÄ¡£ Ö»ÊØ×æÉÏÊýĶÌµ«Îü¹ÊÔ°ÆøÇåС£ ÃàÑò²úÃ«ÖÆÉÀÅÛ£¬ÈéÅ£¸ûµØ¹©Ê³Òû¡£ ÏÄÀ´ÃÜÒ¶³ËŨÒñ£¬¶¬ÖÁÊèÖ¦×ö²ñн¡£ Ò»ÈÎËêÔÂÇáÇáÈ¥£¬ÄÇ¿°ÓÇ˼´¦´¦Ñ°¡£ °×ÈÕÏÐÒÝÒ¹°²Ãߣ¬Ò»ÉíÇ¿½¡ÐÄÆøÆ½¡£ ¶ÁÊéÀÍÒÝÏà½áºÏ£¬ÓéÀÖÌðÃÀÔÃÈËÐÄ¡£ ×î¼Ñʤ¾°ÓÐڤ˼£¬¼«ÀÖÊÀ½çÊôÌìÕæ¡£ ËÀºó²»ÊÜÊÀ°§µ¿£¬ÉúʱÆñÁîÈ˼ûÎÅ¡£ ÓÄÓÄ͵´Ç×ÇÊÀÈ¥£¬²»ÃúºÎ´¦ÔáÎÒÉí¡££¨Ê¯z£© Robert Burns (1759¡ª1796) ÂÞ²®ÌØ•Åí˹£¬ËÕ¸ñÀ¼Ê«ÈË¡£³öÉíÓÚÆ«Æ§Ïç´å¡£ËûµÄÊ«¸è³ä·ÖÎüÊÕÁËËÕ¸ñÀ¼Ãñ¸è³É·Ö£¬ÈÈÇé±¼·Å£¬ÓÅÃÀ¶¯Ìý£¬±»ÓþΪΰ´óµÄËÕ¸ñÀ¼Ãñ×åÊ«ÈË¡£19ÊÀ¼ÍÓ¢¹úÀËÂþÖ÷ÒåÊ«¸èÔ˶¯µÄÏÈÇý¡£ËûµÄһЩʫ¸è±»Æ×д³É¸èÇú£¬¹ãΪÁ÷´«¡£Èç¡¶ÓÑÒêµØ¾ÃÌ쳤¡·£¨Auld[o: ld] Lang Syne[sain]: old long then: long ago.£©¡¢¡¶ÎÒµÄÐÄÔÚ¸ßÔ¡·(My heart's in the high lands)µÈ¡£ 7 A Red, Red Rose O, my Luve¡¯s like a red, red rose, That¡¯s newly sprung in June. O, my Luve¡¯s like the melodie, That¡¯s sweetly play¡¯d in tune. 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. While the sands¡¯ o¡¯ life shall run: Ö»ÒªÎÒÉúÃü²»Ï¢¡£o¡¯= of¡£sands o¡¯ life£ºÉ³Â©¡£¹Å´úÈËÃÇÔÚʱÖÓ·¢Ã÷ǰ£¬Óò£Á§Æ÷Ãóʢɳ£¬Ê¹É³´ÓС¿×ÖЩ¹ý£¬ÒԴ˼ÆÊ±¡£Òò´ËÊ«È˳£ÓÃɳ©ÖеÄɳ±ÈÓ÷ÈËÉú¡£ fare thee weel£ºgoodbye.¡£Weel[wi:l] = well. Farewell: "proceed happily". Goodbye: ±¾À´ÊÇ"God be wy ye"(God be with you), ºóËõд³É"God-bye", ºóÀ´ÎªÓë"good day"¡¢¡°good night" Ò»ÖÂ, "God bye" ÓָijÉÁË"goodbye". Tho¡¯ = though ÄÚÈݽâÎö£º ÕâÊÇÅí˹×îÓÐÃûµÄ°®ÇéÊ«£¬½Ú×àÇ¿ÁÒ£¬¼¤ÇéÅìÅÈ£¬ºÜÓиÐȾÁ¦¡£µ«ÊÇ´ËÊ«Ëù±í´ïµÄ¸ÐÇéËÆºõ²»Ì«Éî¿Ì£¬Æä°®ÇéËÆºõ´¿´âÊǽ¨Á¢ÔÚÈÝÃÀòµÄ´¡Éϵġ£ÈÝòһ˥ÍË£¬ºÜÄѱ£Ö¤º£¿ÝʯÀò»±äÐÄ¡£ÁíÒ»Ó¢¹úÊ«È˼Ö³(Thomas Carew, 1594---1640)ÓÐÒ»Ê×ÃûThe True BeautyµÄÊ«£¬¿ÉÄÃÀ´¶ÔÅí˹µÄÕâÊ×Ê«×÷×¢½Å£º He that loves a rosy cheek Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires:---- Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes. £¨smooth and steadfast mind£ºÐÔÇéκ͡¢ÒâÖ¾¼á¶¨¡£Hearts with equal love combined£ºÕý³£ÓïÐòΪ£ºhearts combined with equal love.ÄÜÒ»ÊÓͬÈʵÄÐÄÁé¡££© Åí˹˵ËûµÄ°®ÈËÈçͬõ¹å»¨Ò»ÑùÃÀ£¬ËûµÄ°®ÓëÆä°®È˵ÄÃÀÀö³ÉÕý±È£¬¼Ö³·´¹ýÀ´Ëµ£¬Ë×·Çóõ¹å»¨Ò»ÑùµÄÈÝò£¬ËµÄ°®ÇéµÄË¥Í˳̶ÈÓë¾ÍÈÝò˥Àϵij̶ȳÉÕý±È¡£¼Ö³½²µÄËäÈ»ÓеÀÀí£¬ËûµÄ̬¶ÈÒ²ºÜ¿ÉÈ¡£¬µ«ÊÇÊÀÉϵÄÈËÏñ¼Ö³ÄÇÑùµÄºÜÉÙ£¬ÏàÅí˹ÕâÑùµÄÈËÔò¶à²»Ê¤Êý¡££¨Åí˹ÊǸö³ÁÄçÓÚÃÀ¾Æ¡¢Ê«¸èºÍ°®ÇéµÄÈË£©¡£È˵ĸÐÇéÍùÍùÄܳ寯ÀíÖǵÄ˵½Ì£¬¼´Ê¹ÕâÖÖ°®Çé²»Ò»¶¨Äܳ¤¾Ã£¬ÈËÃÇÍùÍùҲҪ׷ÇóËü¡£ËùÒÔ²»ÄÜÒÔ˵½ÌµÄÐÄ̬·ñ¶¨Ê«¸èµÄÒÕÊõ¼ÛÖµ¡£ ÐÎʽ·ÖÎö£º»ù±¾ÉÏÊÇÒÖÑï¸ñ£¬Ã¿½Ú¶þ¡¢ËÄÁ½ÐÐѺÔÏ¡£ O, my ©¦Luve¡¯s like ©¦a red, ©¦red rose, That¡¯s new©¦ly sprung ©¦in June. O, my ©¦Luve¡¯s like©¦ the me©¦lodie, That¡¯s sweet©¦ly play¡¯d ©¦in tune. As fair©¦ art thou, ©¦my bon©¦nie 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 on©¦ly Luve! And fare©¦ thee weel, ©¦ a while! And I©¦ will come ©¦again, ©¦ my Luve, Tho¡¯ it were ©¦ten thous©¦and mile! |

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