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雪莱是英国浪漫主义诗歌杰出代表诗人之一,他提出的诗歌理论同样具有深刻的思想意义。下面是我带来的雪莱英文诗歌欣赏，欢迎阅读!

To Night

Swiftly walk over the western wave,

Spirit of Night!

Out of the misty eastern cave

Where, all the long and lone daylight,

Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear,

Which make thee terrible and dear, -

Swift be thy flight!

Wrap thy form in a mantle grey,

Star-inwrought!

Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day,

Kiss her until she be wearied out,

Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,

Touching all with thine opiate wand -

Come, long-sought!

When I arose and saw the dawn,

I sighed for thee;

When light rode high, and the dew was gone,

And noon lay heavy on flower and tree,

And the weary Day turned to his rest,

Lingering like an unloved guest,

I sighed for thee.

Thy brother Death came, and cried

`Wouldst thou me?'

Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,

Murmured like a noontide bee

`Shall I nestle near thy side?

Wouldst thou me?' -And I replied

`No, not thee!'

Death will come when thou art dead,

Soon, too soon -

Sleep will come when thou art fled;

Of neither would I ask the boon

I ask of thee, beloved Night -

Swift be thine approaching flight,

Come soon, soon!

When the Lamp is Shattered

When the lamp is shattered

The light in the dust lies dead -

When the cloud is scattered,

The rainbow's glory is shed.

When the lute is broken,

Sweet tones are remembered not;

When the lips have spoken,

Loved accents are soon forgot.

As music and splendour

Survive not the lamp and the lute,

The heart's echoes render

No song when the spirit is mute -

No song but sad dirges,

Like the wind through a ruined cell,

Or the mournful surges

That ring the dead seaman's knell.

When hearts have once mingled,

Love first leaves the well-built nest;

The weak one is singled

To endure what it once possessed.

O Love! who bewailest

The frailty of all things here,

Why choose you the frailest

For your cradle, your home, and your bier?

Its passions will rock thee,

As the storms rock the ravens on high;

Bright reason will mock thee,

Like the sun from a wintry sky.

From thy nest every rafter

Will rot, and thine eagle home

Leave thee naked to laughter,

When leaves fall and cold winds come.

To the Moon

Art thou pale for weariness

Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,

Wandering companionless

Among the stars that have a different birth, -

And ever changing, like a joyless eye

That finds no object worth its constancy?

To Mary

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

致玛丽

-珀西·比希·雪莱

O Mary dear, that you were here

With your brown eyes bright and clear.

And your sweet voice, like a bird

Singing love to its lone mate

In the ivy bower disconsolate;

Voice the sweetest ever heard!

And your brow more...

Than the ... sky

Of this azure Italy.

哦，玛丽，你能在这里多好，

你和你明亮开朗的棕色眼睛，

你那甜美的话语声，似小鸟

向常春藤荫寂寞忧郁的伴侣

倾吐爱情时的婉转嘤鸣，

那天地间最甜美动听的乐音!

还有你的秀额……

更胜过这蔚蓝色意大利的

天空。

Mary dear, come to me soon,

I am not well whilst thou art far;

As sunset to the sphered moon,

As twilight to the western star,

Thou, beloved, art to me.

O Mary dear, that you were here;

The Castle echo whispers 'Here!'

亲爱的玛丽，快来到我的身旁，

我失去了健康，当你远在他乡;

你对于我，玛丽，亲爱的，

就像黄昏对于西方的星辰，

就像日落对于圆满的月亮。

哦，亲爱的玛丽，但愿你在这里，

古堡的回声也低语：“在这里!”