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Guan! Guan! Cry the fish hawks
on sandbars in the river:
a mild-mannered good girl,
fine match for the gentleman.

A ragged fringe is the floating-heart,
left and right we trail it:
that mild-mannered good girl,
awake, asleep, I search for her.

I search but cannot find her,
awake, asleep, thinking of her,
endlessly, endlessly,
turning, tossing from side to side.

A ragged fringe is the floating-heart,
left and right we pick it:
the mild-mannered good girl,
harp and lute make friends with her.

A ragged fringe is the floating-heart,
left and right we sort it:
the mild-mannered good girl,
bell and drum delight her.

NOTES:
This is a love poem, describing a man of the royal family in love with a girl collecting edible water plants , and his efforts to court her.

关雎 <<诗经>>
关关雎鸠，在河之洲。窈窕淑女，君子好逑。 参差荇菜，左右流之。窈窕淑女，
寤寐求之。求之不得，寤寐思服。悠哉悠哉，辗转反侧。 参差荇菜，左右采之。
窈窕淑女，琴瑟友之。参差荇菜，左右芼之。窈窕淑女，钟鼓乐之。

A Farewel to Worldly Joyes

Anne Killigrew

 Farewel to Unsubstantial Joyes，
Ye Gilded Nothings，Gaudy Toyes，
Too long ye have my Soul misled，
Too long with Aiery Diet fed：
But now my Heart ye shall no more
Deceive，as you have heretofore：
for when I hear such Sirens sing，
Like lthica's fore－warned King，
With prudent Resolution I
Will so my Will and Fancy tye，
That stronger to the Mast not he，
Than I to Reason bound will be：
And though your Witchcrafts strike my Ear，
Unhurt，like him，your Charms I'll hear.

永别了，尘世的欢乐
　安妮·基丽格鲁

Alfred Tennyson

William Wordsworth

I wander’d 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!
E gaze –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.

水仙
威廉·华兹华斯

I shall not see the shadows,
　I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
　Sing on as if in pain:
And deraming through the twilight
　That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
　And haply may forget.

当我离开人间，最亲爱的
        克里斯蒂娜.罗塞蒂

当我离开人间，最亲爱的，
　别为我哀歌悲切；
我的墓前不要栽玫瑰，
　也不要柏树茂密；
愿绿茵覆盖我的身躯，
　沾着湿润的灵珠雨水；
假如你愿意，就把我怀念，
　假如你愿意，就把我忘却。

我不会重见那荫影，
　不会感觉雨天来临；
我不会听见夜莺
　一声声仿佛哀鸣；
我置身梦境，在朦胧的黎明，
　它从不升起，也永不沉沦；
也许我会怀念，
　也许我会忘却。

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Fneral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattlt!
Be a hero in the strife!

Thrust no future,howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act-act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And , departing , leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us , then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any face;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.

 生之赞歌
    亨利·瓦茨沃斯·朗费罗

莫唱伤感调：
梦幻是人生！
须知灵魂睡，
所见本非真。

Again the wood, and long with－drawing vale，
　In many a tint of tender green are dressed,
Where the young leaves unfolding scarce conceal
　Reneath their early shade the half－formed nest
Of finch or wood－lark；and the primrose pale，
　And lavish cowslip，wildly scattered round，
Give their sweet spirits to the sighing gale.
　Ah！Season of delight!－could augght be found
To soothe awhile the tortured bosom's pain，
　Of sorrow's rankling shaft to cure the wound，
And bring life's first delusions once again，
'Twere surely met in thee！－Thy prospect fair，
Thy sounds of harmony，thy balmy air，
Have power to cure all sadneess—but despair.

Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys，
　　Your real griefs，and painted joys，
　　Your pleasure which itself destroys.
Lovers like men in fevers burn and rave,
And only what will injre them do crave.
　　Men's weakness makes love so severe,
　　They give him power by their fear，
　　And make the shackles which they wear.

Who to another does his heart submit,
Makes his own idol，and then worships it.
　　Him whose heart is all his own,
　　Peace and liberty does crown，
　　He apprehends no killing frown.
He feels no raptures which are joys diseased，
And is not much transported，but still pleased.
　

 I went by the Druid stone

That broods in the garden white and lone,

And I stopped and looked at the shifting shadows

That at some moments fall thereon

From the tree hard by with a rhythmic swing,

And they shaped in my imagining

To the shade that a well-known head and shoulders

Threw there when she was gardening.

　

I thought her behind my back,

Yea, her I long had learned to lack,

And I said: "I am sure you are standing behind me,

Though how do you get into this old track?"

And there was no sound but the fall of a leaf

As a sad response; and to keep down my grief

I would not turn my head to discover

That there was nothing in my belief.

　

Yet I wanted to look and see

That nobody stood at the back of me;

But I thought once more: "Nay, I'll not unvision

A shape which, somehow, there may be."

So I went on softly from the glade,

And left her behind me throwing her shade,

As she were indeed an apparition-

My head unturned lest my dream should fade.

　

踪影

　

我漫步经过一块石碑

它晶莹而又孤零零立在花园中，

我停步注视着

碑上移动的树影，

树枝在有节奏的摆动。

在我的想象里，

影子化作我熟悉的头和双肩，

是她在园中操作的身影。

　

我想准是她站在我的背后，

我久已失去她的音容。

我说：“我知道你在我背后，

可你怎么到这常来的旧径？”

寂然无语，只有凄凉的落叶声。

我抑制住我的悲哀，

我不愿回过头去，

怕看不到一个人影。

　

可是我又想看个分明，

看背后有否人踪。

但我又想：“可不能使这一形象消失，

她就在我身后也很可能。
……