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华兹华斯诗歌

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

华兹华斯诗歌

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 stretch'd 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 Out-did 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.

margin n.页边空白；差额；余地，余裕；边，边缘 sprightly adj.愉快的，活泼的 jocund adj.快乐的，高兴的 pensivea.沉思的,哀思的,忧沉的 bliss n.狂喜，福佑，天赐的福

A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal

A slumber did my spirit seal1; I had no human fears:

She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course With rocks, and stones, and trees.

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man; I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

The World Is Too Much With Us

The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours,

Composed Upon Westminster Bridge

---September 3, 1802

Earth has not anything to show more fair: A sight so touching in its majesty:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! The very houses seem asl-ee-p; And all that mighty heart is lying still!

And are up-gathered now like sl-ee-ping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn

Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie

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Lucy

----William Wordsworth

STRANGE fits of passion have I known: And I will dare to tell,

But in the lover's ear alone,

What once to me befell.

When she I loved look'd every day Fresh as a rose in June,

I to her cottage bent my way,

Beneath an evening moon.

Upon the moon I fix'd my eye, All over the wide lea;

With quickening pace my horse drew nigh Those paths so dear to me.