中英对照：世界上最美丽的英文（1-4篇）

propeller · 发表于 2009-5-30 07:29

第一篇：A Grain of Sand 一粒沙子

　　by William Blake/威廉.布莱克

　　To see a world in a grain of sand,
　　And a heaven in a wild flower,
　　Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
　　And eternity in an hour.

　　从一粒沙子看到一个世界，
　　从一朵野花看到一个天堂，
　　把握在你手心里的就是无限，
　　永恒也就消融于一个时辰。
(一沙一世界/一花一天堂/把无限放在掌心/永恒在刹那收藏)

第二篇：Love Your Life 热爱生活

　　by Henry David Thoreau/享利.大卫.梭罗

　　However mean your life is,meet it and live it ;do not shun it and call it hard names.It is not so bad as you are.It looks poorest when you are richest.The fault-finder will find faults in paradise.Love your life,poor as it is.You may perhaps have some pleasant,thrilling,glorious hourss,even in a poor-house.The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.

　　I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there,and have as cheering thoughts,as in a palace.The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any.May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.Most think that they are above being supported by the town;but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means.which should be more disreputable.Cultivate poverty like a garden herb,like sage.Do not trouble yourself much to get new things,whether clothes or friends,Turn the old,return to them.Things do not change;we change.Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

　　不论你的生活如何卑贱，你要面对它生活，不要躲避它，更别用恶言咒骂它。它不像你那样坏。你最富有的时候，倒是看似最穷。爱找缺点的人就是到天堂里也能找到缺点。你要爱你的生活，尽管它贫穷。甚至在一个济贫院里，你也还有愉快、高兴、光荣的时候。夕阳反射在济贫院的窗上，像身在富户人家窗上一样光亮；在那门前，积雪同在早春融化。我只看到，一个从容的人，在哪里也像在皇宫中一样，生活得心满意足而富有愉快的思想。城镇中的穷人，我看，倒往往是过着最独立不羁的生活。也许因为他们很伟大，所以受之无愧。大多数人以为他们是超然的，不靠城镇来支援他们；可是事实上他们是往往利用了不正当的手段来对付生活，他们是毫不超脱的，毋宁是不体面的。视贫穷如园中之花而像圣人一样耕植它吧！不要找新的花样，无论是新的朋友或新的衣服，来麻烦你自己。找旧的，回到那里去。万物不变，是我们在变。你的衣服可以卖掉，但要保留你的思想。

第三篇：These Things Shall Never Die 这些美好不会消逝

　　by Charles Dickens/查尔斯.狄更斯

　　The pure.the bright,the beautiful, 一切纯洁的,辉煌的,美丽的,
　　That stirred our hearts in youth, 强烈地震撼着我们年轻的心灵的,
　　The impulses to wordless prayer, 推动着我们做无言的祷告的,
　　The dreams of love and truth; 让我们梦想着爱与真理的;
　　The longing after something's lost, 在失去后为之感到珍惜的,
　　The spirit's yearning cry, 使灵魂深切地呼喊着的,
　　The striving after better hopes- 为了更美好的梦想而奋斗着的-
　　These things can never die. 这些美好不会消逝。

　　The timid hand stretched forth to aid 羞怯地伸出援助的手，
　　A brother in his need, 在你的弟兄需要的时候，
　　A kindly word in grief's dark hour 伤恸、困难的时候，一句亲切的话
　　That proves a friend indeed ; 就足以证明朋友的真心；
　　The plea for mercy softly breathed, 轻声地乞求怜悯，
　　When justice threatens nigh, 在审判临近的时候，
　　The sorrow of a contrite heart- 懊悔的心有一种伤感--
　　These things shall never die. 这些美好不会消逝。

　　Let nothing pass for every hand 在人间传递温情
　　Must find some work to do ; 尽你所能地去做；
　　Lose not a chance to waken love- 别错失去了唤醒爱的良机-----
　　Be firm,and just ,and true; 为人要坚定，正直，忠诚；
　　So shall a light that cannot fade 因此上方照耀着你的那道光芒
　　Beam on thee from on high. 就不会消失。
　　And angel voices say to thee---你将听到天使的声音在说-----
　　These things shall never die. 这些美好不会消逝。

第四篇：Think it over……好好想想……

　　Today we have higher buildings and wider highways,but shorter temperaments and narrower points of view;
　　今天我们拥有了更高层的楼宇以及更宽阔的公路，但是我们的性情却更为急躁，眼光也更加狭隘；

　　We spend more,but enjoy less;
　　我们消耗的更多，享受到的却更少；

　　We have bigger houses,but smaller famillies;
　　我们的住房更大了，但我们的家庭却更小了；

　　We have more compromises,but less time;
　　我们妥协更多，时间更少；

　　We have more knowledge,but less judgment;
　　我们拥有了更多的知识，可判断力却更差了；

　　We have more medicines,but less health;
　　我们有了更多的药品，但健康状况却更不如意；

　　We have multiplied out possessions,but reduced out values;
　　我们拥有的财富倍增，但其价值却减少了；

　　We talk much,we love only a little,and we hate too much;
　　我们说的多了，爱的却少了，我们的仇恨也更多了；

　　We reached the Moon and came back,but we find it troublesome to cross our own street and meet our neighbors;
　　我们可以往返月球，但却难以迈出一步去亲近我们的左邻右舍；

　　We have conquered the uter space,but not our inner space;
　　我们可以征服外太空，却征服不了我们的内心；

　　We have highter income,but less morals;
　　我们的收入增加了，但我们的道德却少了；

　　These are times with more liberty,but less joy;
　　我们的时代更加自由了，但我们拥有的快乐时光却越来越少；

　　We have much more food,but less nutrition;
　　我们有了更多的食物，但所能得到的营养却越来越少了；

　　These are the days in which it takes two salaries for each home,but divorces increase;
　　现在每个家庭都可以有双份收入，但离婚的现象越来越多了；

　　These are times of finer houses,but more broken homes;
　　现在的住房越来越精致，但我们也有了更多破碎的家庭；

　　That's why I propose,that as of today;
　　这就是我为什么要说，让我们从今天开始；

　　You do not keep anything for a special occasion.because every day that you live is a SPECIAL OCCASION.
　　不要将你的东西为了某一个特别的时刻而预留着，因为你生活的每一天都是那么特别；

　　Search for knowledge,read more ,sit on your porch and admire the view without paying attention to your needs;
　　寻找更多的知识，多读一些书，坐在你家的前廊里，以赞美的眼光去享受眼前的风景，不要带上任何功利的想法；

　　Spend more time with your family and friends,eat your favorite foods,visit the places you love;
　　花多点时间和朋友与家人在一起，吃你爱吃的食物，去你想去的地方；

　　Life is a chain of moments of enjoyment;not only about survival;
　　生活是一串串的快乐时光；我们不仅仅是为了生存而生存；

　　Use your crystal goblets.Do not save your best perfume,and use it every time you feel you want it.
　　举起你的水晶酒杯吧。不要吝啬洒上你最好的香水，你想用的时候就享用吧！

　　Remove from your vocabulary phrases like"one of these days"or "someday";
　　从你的词汇库中移去所谓的“有那么一天”或者“某一天”；

　　Let's write that letter we thought of writing "one of these days"!
　　曾打算“有那么一天”去写的信，就在今天吧！

　　Let's tell our families and friends how much we love them;
　　告诉家人和朋友，我们是多么地爱他们；

　　Do not delay anything that adds laughter and joy to your life;
　　不要延迟任何可以给你的生活带来欢笑与快乐的事情；

　　Every day,every hour,and every minute is special;
　　每一天、每一小时、每一分钟都是那么特别；

　　And you don't know if it will be your last.
　　你无从知道这是否最后时刻。

anne · 发表于 2009-5-30 07:53

vikkipost · 发表于 2009-5-30 10:08

今天受教育了，不关是英语方面的，还有心灵方面的！

billzhao · 发表于 2009-5-30 10:38

很美的诗歌。
The first poem is beautiful. But it is not very clear how we can hold infinity in our hands. Does it mean what we did will have an eternal effect?

billzhao · 发表于 2009-5-30 10:40

珍品，有必要天天把玩一下

peterfox · 发表于 2009-6-1 13:03

第一段是Blake诗, Auguries of Innocence, 的前四句,全文很长！看看全文是不是有助于理解作者的本意。（不知道，太长了，没耐心看）

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

billzhao · 发表于 2009-6-2 00:30

不是一般的长

marszhang5 · 发表于 2009-6-3 18:52

收藏.

人行明镜中 · 发表于 2009-6-15 18:43

谢谢. 有时间会试着背诵.

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