西风颂 Ode to the West Wind

西风颂优美句子两句雪莱的名言一次《西风颂》是英国浪漫主义诗人雪莱的一首优美的诗篇，诗中描绘了西风带来的美好与恶劣的两个方面。

以下是一些相关的名言和优美的句子，以及对其含义的解析。

1. "If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"（如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？）此句出自《西风颂》的结尾部分，通过对季节的变化进行寓意，表达了希望与希冀的情感。

在人生的困境和困难之后，必然会有希望和好的时光到来。

2. "Ode to the West Wind! thou breath of Autumn's being"（西风颂啊！你是秋天的呼吸）这句话将西风比喻为秋天的呼吸，表达了秋风带来的清新和活力。

通过这个比喻，雪莱将自然界与人类的情感和精神联系在一起。

3. "Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own? The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone."（使我成为你的竖琴，正如森林一样：我的叶子如同它自己的一样飘落？你强大而激动的和谐将带来一种深沉的、秋天的声音。

）这段诗描写了风将树叶吹落的景象，以及风带来的音乐与和谐。

通过与自然界的融合，诗人表达了对风的渴望和追求。

4. "The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shallblow"（当冷冽地躺卧于地，像是坟墓中的尸体，直到蓝色的春天的妹妹吹来。

Ode to the West WindIO wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves deadAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,Who chariotest to their dark wintry bedThe winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,Each like a corpse within its grave, untilThine azure sister of the Spring shall blowHer clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)With living hues and odours plain and hill:Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!IIThou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,Angels of rain and lightning: there are spreadOn the blue surface of thine a{:e}ry surge,Like the bright hair uplifted from the headOf some fierce Maenad, even from the dim vergeOf the horizon to the zenith's height,The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirgeOf the dying year, to which this closing nightWill be the dome of a vast sepulchre,Vaulted with all thy congregated mightOf vapours, from whose solid atmosphereBlack rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!IIIThou who didst waken from his summer dreamsThe blue Mediterranean, where he lay,Lull'd by the coil of his cryst{`a}lline streams,Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,And saw in sleep old palaces and towersQuivering within the wave's intenser day,All overgrown with azure moss and flowersSo sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powersCleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wearThe sapless foliage of the ocean, knowThy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!IVIf I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;A wave to pant beneath thy power, and shareThe impulse of thy strength, only less freeThan thou, O uncontrollable! If evenI were as in my boyhood, and could beThe comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speedScarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have strivenAs thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'dOne too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.VMake me thy lyre, even as the forest is:What if my leaves are falling like its own!The tumult of thy mighty harmoniesWill take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!Drive my dead thoughts over the universeLike wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse,Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearthAshes and sparks, my words among mankind!Be through my lips to unawaken'd earthThe trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?。

雪莱的《西风颂》中英文版及赏析《西风颂》英语原文Ode to the West WindIO wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,Who chariotest to their dark wintry bedThe winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,Each like a corpse within its grave, untilThine azure sister of the Spring shall blowHer clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)With living hues and odours plain and hill:Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!IIThou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spreadOn the blue surface of thine a{:e}ry surge,Like the bright hair uplifted from the headOf some fierce Maenad, even from the dim vergeOf the horizon to the zenith's height,The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirgeOf the dying year, to which this closing nightWill be the dome of a vast sepulchre,Vaulted with all thy congregated mightOf vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear! IIIThou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,Lull'd by the coil of his cryst{`a}lline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day,All overgrown with azure moss and flowersSo sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, knowThy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!IVIf I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If evenI were as in my boyhood, and could beThe comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have strivenAs thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.VMake me thy lyre, even as the forest is:What if my leaves are falling like its own!The tumult of thy mighty harmoniesWill take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!Drive my dead thoughts over the universeLike wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse,Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken'd earthThe trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?《西风颂》中文译文西风颂一哦，狂野的西风，秋之实体的气息！由于你无形无影的出现，万木萧疏，似鬼魅逃避驱魔巫师，蔫黄，黢黑，苍白，潮红，疫疠摧残的落叶无数，四散飘舞；哦，你又把有翅的种籽凌空运送到他们黑暗的越冬床圃；仿佛是一具具僵卧在坟墓里的尸体，他们将分别蛰伏，冷落而又凄凉，直到阳春你蔚蓝的姐妹向梦中的大地吹响她嘹亮的号角（如同牧放群羊驱送香甜的花蕾到空气中觅食就饮）给高山平原注满生命的色彩和芬芳。

Ode to the West WindIO wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves deadAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,Who chariotest to their dark wintry bedThe winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, untilThine azure sister of the Spring shall blowHer clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill:Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!IIThou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,Angels of rain and lightning: there are spreadOn the blue surface of thine a{:e}ry surge,Like the bright hair uplifted from the headOf some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height,The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing nightWill be the dome of a vast sepulchre,Vaulted with all thy congregated mightOf vapours, from whose solid atmosphereBlack rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear! IIIThou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,Lull'd by the coil of his cryst{`a}lline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowersSo sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powersCleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, knowThy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!IVIf I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;A wave to pant beneath thy power, and shareThe impulse of thy strength, only less freeThan thou, O uncontrollable! If evenI were as in my boyhood, and could beThe comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. VMake me thy lyre, even as the forest is:What if my leaves are falling like its own!The tumult of thy mighty harmoniesWill take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!Drive my dead thoughts over the universeLike wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse,Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearthAshes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken'd earthThe trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?西风颂[英]珀西·比西·雪莱一剽悍的西风啊, 你是暮秋的呼吸, 因你无形的存在, 枯叶四处逃窜, 如同魔鬼见到了巫师, 纷纷躲避;那些枯叶, 有黑有白, 有红有黄, 像遭受了瘟疫的群体, 哦, 你呀, 西风, 你让种籽展开翱翔的翅膀,飞落到黑暗的冬床, 冰冷地躺下, 像一具具尸体深葬于坟墓, 直到你那蔚蓝色的阳春姐妹凯旋归家,向睡梦中的大地吹响了她的号角, 催促蓓蕾, 有如驱使吃草的群羊, 让漫山遍野注满生命的芳香色调;剽悍的精灵, 你的身影遍及四方, 哦,听吧, 你既在毁坏, 又在保藏!二在你的湍流中, 在高空的骚动中, 纷乱的云块就像飘零飞坠的叶子, 你从天空和海洋相互交错的树丛抖落出传送雷雨以及闪电的天使; 在你的气体波涛的蔚蓝色的表面, 恰似酒神女祭司的头上竖起缕缕亮闪闪的青丝, 从朦胧的地平线一直到苍天的顶端, 全都披散着即将来临的一场暴风骤雨的发卷,你就是唱给垂死岁月的一曲挽歌, 四合的夜幕, 是巨大墓陵的拱顶, 它建构于由你所集聚而成的气魄,可是从你坚固的气势中将会喷迸黑雨、电火以及冰雹; 哦, 请听! 三你啊, 把蓝色的地中海从夏梦中唤醒, 它曾被清澈的水催送入眠, 就一直躺在那个地方, 酣睡沉沉, 睡在拜伊海湾的一个石岛的旁边, 在睡梦中看到古老的宫殿和楼台在烈日之下的海波中轻轻地震颤,它们全都开满鲜花, 又生满青苔, 散发而出的醉人的芳香难以描述! 见到你, 大西洋的水波豁然裂开,为你让出道路, 而在海底的深处, 枝叶里面没有浆汁的淤泥的丛林和无数的海花、珊瑚, 一旦听出你的声音, 一个个顿时胆战心惊, 颤栗着, 像遭了劫掠, 哦, 请听!四假如我是一片任你吹卷的枯叶,假若我是一朵随你飘飞的云彩,或是在你威力之下喘息的水波,分享你强健的搏动, 悠闲自在,不羁的风啊, 哪怕不及你自由,或者, 假若我能像童年的时代,陪伴着你在那天国里任意翱游,即使比你飞得更快也并非幻想——那么我绝不向你这般苦苦哀求:啊, 卷起我吧! 如同翻卷波浪、或像横扫落叶、或像驱赶浮云!我跃进人生的荆棘, 鲜血直淌!岁月的重负缚住了我这颗灵魂,它太像你了:敏捷、高傲、不驯。

ODE TO THE WEST WIND西风颂I1 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,2 Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead3 Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,一呵，狂野的西风，你把秋气猛吹，不露脸便将落叶一扫而空，犹如法师赶走了群鬼，4 Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,5 Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,6 Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed赶走那黄绿红黑紫的一群，那些染上了瘟疫的魔怪——呵，你让种子长翅腾空，7 The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,8 Each like a corpse within its grave, until9 Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow又落在冰冷的土壤里深埋，像尸体躺在坟墓，但一朝你那青色的东风妹妹回来，10 Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill11 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)12 With living hues and odours plain and hill:为沉睡的大地吹响银号，驱使羊群般的蓓蕾把大气猛喝，就吹出遍野嫩色，处处香飘。

13 Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;14 Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!狂野的精灵！你吹遍大地山河，破坏者，保护者，听吧——听我的歌！II15 Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,16 Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,17 Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,二你激荡长空，乱云飞坠如落叶；你摇撼天和海，不准它们像老树缠在一堆；18 Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread19 On the blue surface of thine aëry surge,20 Like the bright hair uplifted from the head你把雨和电赶了下来，只见蓝空上你驰骋之处忽有万丈金发披开，Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge22 Of the horizon to the zenith's height,23 The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge 像是酒神的女祭司勃然大怒，楞把她的长发遮住了半个天，将暴风雨的来临宣布。