英美诗歌选(背诵及欣赏)

All the world's a stage, （William Shakespeare ）

And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

世界是一个舞台，一切的男女都不过是演员：他们有他们的登场和退场，而且一个人在他的时代里扮演许多的角色，他的角色的扮演分七个时期。最初婴孩在乳母怀抱里啼哭呕吐。于是带着书包啼哭的学童，露着早上明澈的脸，像一只蜗牛般很勉强地爬向学校。于是长吁短叹的恋人以哀伤的短歌呈献给他的情人的娥眉。于是爱好离奇的咒骂的军人，胡须长得像一只豹，爱惜名誉，急于争吵，甚至于在炮口内觅取如泡沫幻影的名誉。于是法官饱食了困难，挺着美观的圆肚子，张着庄严的眼睛，留着规规矩矩的胡须，他的发言充满着聪明的格言和时新的例证，他这样扮演他的角色。第六个时期转入消瘦的，穿着拖鞋的丑角，鼻上架着眼镜，身边挂着钱袋，好好节省下来的青年时代的袜子，穿在他的瘦缩的小腿上，大得难以使人相信，他的壮年的洪声转成小孩子尖锐的声音，在他的声音里充满竹笛的尖声。最后一幕结束这怪事层出的传记是第二个婴孩时期，并且仅令是湮没无闻，没有牙齿，没有眼睛，没有味觉，没有一切的东西。

Sonnets from the Portuguese: 43 ------ How do I love thee?

She Walks in Beauty 伊人倩影by George Gordon Byron 拜伦1788-1824 罗德拜伦She Walks in Beauty她在美中穿行

She walks in beauty, like the night，

Of cloudless climes and starry skies；

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes；

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies．

One shade more, one ray less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face；

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place．

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent

The smiles that win, the tints that glow．

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

她在美中徜徉，