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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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.
I walked slowly like a cloud which floats high over the valleys and hills.
Suddenly I notice many golden daffodils beside the lake and under the trees.
They are shaking and dancing in the wind.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The daffodils are numerous as if they are shining stars sparkling on the galaxy.
The line of flowers never ends which is along the bank of the bay.
I glance at ten thousand flowers which shaking their heads when they are dancing happily.

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:
The waves beside the flowers were dancing too, but the happiness of flowers surpasses bright waves.
How happy a poet would be with such a joyful companion!
I gazed for a long time and never thought of how much wealth the wonderful view had brought to me.

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;2
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
When I lie on my bed feeling bored or thinking about something, the flowers often flash in my mind which is the ecstasy of my life.
Then my heart is filled with pleasure and dances with the daffodils.

Paradise Lost
OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit
Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast
Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat,
Man’s first sin that he tasted the forbidden fruit, caused death and troubles, and lost the paradise until the Messiah came and save us and regain the happy paradise.

And mad'st it pregnant:What in me is dark
Illumin, what is low raise and support;
That to the highth of this great Argument
I may assert Eternal Providence,
And justifie the wayes of God to men.

You illuminate what is dark in me.
You raise and support what is low in me to this high argument.
I will support the god’s everlasting power and tell the god’s treatment to men is justified.

Ode to the West Wind
51. Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven
52. As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
That is not a dream.
I would never have pleaded with you urgently.

65. And, by the incantation of this verse,
66. Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
67. Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
68. Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth
69. The trumpet of a prophecy!
With the help of magic verse, my words were scattered among mankind through my mouth to the sleeping earth, like the ashes and sparks from the burning stove.
Let the predictions be scattered!
O Wind,
Oh, Wind,
70. If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

The Flea
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is;
Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.

Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, nay more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, we are met,
And cloisered in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me
Let not to that, self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thy self nor me the weaker now;
'Tis true; then learn how false fears be: and then you know, indeed there was no need to fear for it.
Just so much honor, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death look life from thee.

Romeo and Juliet
Selected R from Romeo and Juliet (ACT II SCENE II)
Capulet's orchard.
[Enter ROMEO.]
ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
He (Mercutio), who never felt a wound, makes fun of my scars.
[JULIET appears above at a window.2]
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
But, hush! What light break through the window over there?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon3, 5
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
You, the moon’s maid, are much more beautiful than she is,
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green1
You are not her maid, since she is envious. The uniform ("livery") worn by virgins ("vestal") in the service of Diana is sick and green.
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. 2 10
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
I wish that she knew she were my lover!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses3; I will answer it.
She speaks, yet her lips are not moving; what of that? Her eyes speak, and I will answer them.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: 15
I am too reckless. She doesn’t speak to me.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.4
Two of the most brilliant stars in the sky who have to leave their orbits, ask Juliet’s eyes to twinkle in their place until they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
What if her eyes were in the sky and the stars become her eyes in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, 20
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.5
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand, 25
That I might touch that cheek!
The brightness of her cheek would shame the stars in the sky, as daylight does to a lamp. Her eyes in the sky would flow through the airy sky so brightly that birds would sing and think it were not at night. Look, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Oh, I wish I were a glove on her hands so that I could touch her cheek!

JULIET Ay me! 1
ROMEO She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head 30
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air. 35
She speaks. Oh, speak again, bright angel! Because you are as glorious to the night over my head. You are as if a messenger from heaven with wings and I was one of the mortals look up to you with wondering eyes and bestriding the slowly walking clouds, sailing through the sky.
JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?2
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Oh, Romeo, Romeo! Why are you Romeo? Deny your father and change your name. Or if you will not, just promise me your love to me and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Can I hear more or can I speak?
JULIET 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy3; 40
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
But only your name is my enemy. You would be yourself even if you had some other name.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
Oh, change your name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose 45
By any other name would smell as sweet;
What’s the inner meaning of a name? What we call a rose would smell fragrant by any other name.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes4
So if Romeo is not called Romeo, he will still keep his precious perfection he own.
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name1,
And for that name which is no part of thee 50
Take all myself.
Without your title, Romeo, discard your name, and take all myself to replace that name which is no longer a part of you.

第二部分
OMEO

［To JULIET］If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine，the gentle fine is this：My lips，two blushing pilgrims，ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss．

JULIET

Good pilgrim，you do wrong your hand too much，Which mannerly devotion shows in this；For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch，And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss．

ROMEO

Have not saints lips，and holy palmers too？

JULIET

Ay，pilgrim，lips that they must use in prayer．

ROMEO

O，then，dear saint，let！lips do what hands do；They pray，grant thou，lest faith turn to despair．

JULIET

Saints do not move，though grant for prayers' sake．

ROMEO

Then move not，while my prayer's effect I take．Thus from my lips，by yours，my sin is purged．

JULIET

Then have my lips the sin that they have took．

ROMEO

Sin from thylips？O trespasssweetly urged！Give me my sin again．

JULIET

You kiss by the book．

HAMLET

独白部分
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Should I live on or should I kill myself? That is a question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer 65
Whether it is determined to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
The fatal attacks of cruel destiny,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
Or to fight against numerous troubles.
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks 70
And make them end by defiance. To die is no more than to sleep; and we no longer suffer from the aching of heart and many natural attacks the body is suffering.
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
It is a result we eagerly wish. To die is to sleep.
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
We may dream when sleeping. Ah, this is the dilemma.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
Because when we died what dreams may we have?
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 75
When we have got rid of the turmoil of mortality,
Must give us pause8: there’s the respect
The sleeping-like death must bring about our hesitation. There exists the consideration
That makes calamity of so long life;
That makes the disorder/disaster long live.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time11,
For who have to endure the punishment and insult in this world,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely12,
The oppressor’s evil and the proud man’s scornful insolence,
The pangs of dispised love, the law's delay, 80
The pain of rejected love and the justice of law coming late.
The insolence of office and the spurns13
That patient merit of the unworthy takes14,
The insolence of the power and the contemptuous rejections, which the people of praiseworthy take of the unworthy.
When he himself might his quietus make15
With a bare bodkin16? who would fardels17 bear,
To grunt18 and sweat under a weary life, 85
If he himself might make an end of his life/might free himself from all troubles of life with a mere dagger? Who would shoulder the burdens to groan and sweat in a boring and tiring life?

But that the dread of something after death,
If not for the fear of the things after death,
The undiscover'd country19 from whose bourn20,
No traveller returns, puzzles the will21
The unknown place where we go after death, no traveler returns from the boundary of which after death, confuses the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Makes us prefer to stand the evil
Than fly to others that we know not of? 90
Than to fly to other places we don’t know?
Thus conscience1 does make cowards of us all; 2
Thus the consciousness makes all of us dastards
And thus the native hue of resolution3
And the natural color of determination,
Is sicklied o'er4 with the pale cast of thought5,
Is made sick with the pale look of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment6
And the plans of great height and importance,
With this regard their currents turn awry7, 95
Because their direction turn aside,
And lose the name of action8.--Soft you now!9
And lose the honor that derives from action,--- Restrain yourself!