John Keats之 希臘古甕頌 英漢 及賞析

1、Ode on a Grecian Urn Thou still unravishd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Ar

2、cady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeard, Pipe to the spirit dittie

3、s of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal - yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, ha

4、ppy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoyd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far abo

5、ve, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Leadst thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea s

6、hore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can eer return. O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With fores

7、t branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst, «Beauty is truth, truth beauty,»- that is all

8、 Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. 希臘古甕頌 你委身“寂靜”的、完美的處子，  受過了“沉默”和“悠久”的撫育，  呵，田園的史家，你竟能鋪敘  一個如花的故事，比詩還瑰麗：  在你的形體上，豈非繚繞著  古老的傳說，以綠葉為其邊緣；  講著人，或神，敦陂或阿卡狄？  呵，是怎樣的人，或神！在舞樂前  多熱烈的追求！少女怎樣地逃躲！  怎樣的風(fēng)笛和鼓謠！怎樣的狂喜！  聽見的樂聲雖好，但若聽不見  卻更美；所以，吹吧，柔情的風(fēng)笛；&

9、#160; 不是奏給耳朵聽，而是更甜，  它給靈魂奏出無聲的樂曲；  樹下的美少年呵，你無法中斷  你的歌，那樹木也落不了葉子；  鹵莽的戀人，你永遠(yuǎn)、永遠(yuǎn)吻不上，  雖然夠接近了但不必心酸；  她不會老，雖然你不能如愿以償，  你將永遠(yuǎn)愛下去，她也永遠(yuǎn)秀麗！  呵，幸福的樹木！你的枝葉  不會剝落，從不曾離開春天；  幸福的吹笛人也不會停歇，  他的歌曲永遠(yuǎn)是那么新鮮；  呵，更為幸福的、幸福的愛！  永遠(yuǎn)熱烈，正等待情人宴饗，  永遠(yuǎn)熱情地心跳，永遠(yuǎn)年

10、輕；  幸福的是這一切超凡的情態(tài)：  它不會使心靈饜足和悲傷，  沒有熾熱的頭腦，焦渴的嘴唇。  這些人是誰呵，都去趕祭祀？  這作犧牲的小牛，對天鳴叫，  你要牽它到哪兒，神秘的祭司？  花環(huán)綴滿著它光滑的身腰。  是從哪個傍河傍海的小鎮(zhèn)，  或哪個靜靜的堡寨山村，  來了這些人，在這敬神的清早？  呵，小鎮(zhèn)，你的街道永遠(yuǎn)恬靜；  再也不可能回來一個靈魂  告訴人你何以是這么寂寥。  哦，希臘的形狀！唯美的觀照！  上面綴有石雕的男人和女人，&

11、#160; 還有林木，和踐踏過的青草；  沉默的形體呵，你象是“永恒”  使人超越思想：呵，冰冷的牧歌！  等暮年使這一世代都凋落，  只有你如舊；在另外的一些  憂傷中，你會撫慰后人說：  “美即是真，真即是美，”這就包括   你們所知道、和該知道的一切。Beauty is truth, truth is beauty Living in such a crowded and busy world, we sometimes feel confused of what to do and astonished w

12、hat is important to our future life. Lots of work to do、 raising the family、 buying our own houses and cars and so on, with so much pressure on our shoulders, we feel so tired and gradually losing ourselves in the highly developed commercial society. Then, try to find the solution to solve the probl

13、em from the ancient poem named “Ode on a Grecian urn” written by John Keats, he told us a simple but useful truth that whatever ordinary a thing it is judging from its appearance maybe contain the purest beauty, because it express itself without any decoration compared with the other splendid things

14、 with masks on their faces, and it shows us the really one. From the aspect, things curved on the urn entertain us with their natural and vivid behaviors. Yes, beauty is truth, truth is beauty. The same to us human beings, could you imagine that a man is on the go couples of months and does the same

15、 job he doesnt like, he has to pretend to be satisfied to his colleagues and officers, days after days, what he get from the job eventually in addition a tired soul, money、 fame、or any thing? But I dare to say that all of above mentioned count nothing compared with the health and our heart freedom. From my perspective, we everyone have the necessity to p