华兹华斯诗歌原文五首

1、【精品文档】如有侵权，请联系网站删除，仅供学习与交流华兹华斯诗歌原文五首.精品文档.I Wandered Lonely as a CloudI 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.Continuous as the stars t

2、hat shineAnd twinkle on the milky way，They stretch'd in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay：Ten thousand saw I at a glanceTossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced， but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee：A Poet could not but be gayIn such a jocund company！I

3、gazedand gazedbut little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought；For oft， when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood，They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude；And then my heart with pleasure fillsAnd dances with the daffodils. margin n.页边空白；差额；余地，余裕；边，边缘sprightly ad

4、j.愉快的，活泼的 jocund adj.快乐的，高兴的 pensive a.沉思的,哀思的,忧沉的 bliss n.狂喜，福佑，天赐的福A Slumber Did My Spirit SealA slumber did my spirit seal1;I had no human fears:She seemed a thing that could not feelThe 

5、touch of earthly years.No motion has she now, no force;She neither hears nor sees;Rolled round in earths diurnal courseWith rocks, and stones, and trees.My heart leaps up when I beholdA

6、 rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;So be it when I shall grow old,Or let me die!The Child is father of the Man;I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety.The World Is Too Much With UsThe world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and sp

7、ending, we lay waste our powers:Little we see in Nature that is ours;We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;The winds that will be howling at all hours,And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;For this, for everything, we are out of tune;It moves

8、us not.Great God! I'd rather beA Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn;So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd hornComposed Upon Westminster Bridge-September 3, 1802Ear

9、th has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:This City now doth, like a garment, wearThe beauty of the morning; silent, bare,Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lieOpen unto the fields, and to the sky;All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.Never did sun more beautifully steepIn his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;Ne'er saw I