英国文学经典背诵十篇

Sonnet 18By William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of the heaven shinesAnd often is his gold complexion dimmed;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:So long as a man can breathe, or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives live to thee. 十四行第十八首我該把你比擬做夏天嗎？你比夏天更可愛，更溫婉：狂風會把五月的嬌蕊吹落，夏天出租的期限又太短暫：有時天上的眼睛照得太熱，他金色的面容常常變陰暗；一切美的事物總不免凋敗，被機緣或自然的代謝摧殘：但你永恆的夏天不會褪色，不會失去你所擁有的美善，死神也不能誇說你在他陰影裡徘徊，當你在永恆的詩行裡與時間同久長：只要人們能呼吸或眼睛看得清，此詩將永存，並且賜給你生命。

I wandered lonely as a cloudI wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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 tress, Fluttering and dance in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in the never-ending line Along the margin of a bay;Ten thousand say I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Outdid 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: 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 fills, And dance with the daffodils. 我像一朵孤雲我像一朵孤雲在群山萬壑之上飄飛，忽然看到一大群，好大一堆金黄色的水仙；在湖邊，在樹下蔭處，於微風中翩翩起舞。

像銀河中繁星一般不斷的閃耀發光，它們沿著水灣的邊緣伸展成為無窮盡的一行：我一眼望到花兒千萬朵，歡蹦亂跳的把頭搖著。

它們旁邊的湖水也在舞動；可是花比閃亮的水更活潑：有如此歡愉的環境，一個詩人怎能不快樂。

我凝視－－凝視－－並未省悟這景象給我帶來何等的財富：因為時常我臥在榻上茫茫然陷入沉思狀態，它們會在我內心閃亮，這是寂寞中無上的愉快；那時節我的心充滿快樂，和水仙一同起舞婆娑。

To the cuckoo*O blithe new-comer! I have heard,?I hear thee and rejoice.?O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,Or? but a wandering Voice?While I am lying on the grassThy twofold shout I hear;From hill to hill it seems to passAt once far off, and near.*Though babbling only to the Vale,Of sunshine and of flowers,Thou bringest unto me a taleOf visionary hours.*Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even ye thou art to meNo bird, but an invisible thing,A voice a mystery;The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to; that CryWhich made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky.*To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love;Still longed for, never seen.*And I can listen to thee yet;Can lie upon the plainAnd listen, till I do begetThat golden time again.*O blessed Bird! the earth we pace Again appears to beAn unsubstantial, faery place;That is fit home for thee! 致杜鵑歡樂的新客啊！我已聽到了你的叫聲和歡喜。

杜鵑啊！該稱你為鳥兒，或只是飄揚的音波呢？此刻我正躺臥綠野上，靜聽你呼喚的聲音這聲響從山崗越過山崗，忽遠忽近。

你只向山谷咕咕傾訴，詠嘆陽光和花兒，這歌聲卻彷彿在向我述說如夢年華的故事。

春天的驕子！歡迎你歡迎至今，我仍覺得你不是鳥兒，而是無形的精靈是音波，是一團神秘。

與童年時期聽見的一模一樣：那時，你的啼叫聲總使我向樹叢、林木、天空百遍千遍探看不已。

為了尋覓你我多次遊蕩，越過林間和草地。

你是希望，你是愛被渴求，卻看不見。

今天，我仰臥在草原上，靜聽妳的樂音，直到我心底悠悠再現往昔的黃金歲月。

吉祥的鳥兒啊！這在我們腳下的沃野大地，如今彷彿又成了夢幻仙境，正適合給你居住。

Auld Lang SyneShould auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne!For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne.We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,For auld lang syne.We twa hae run about the braes,And pou’d the gowans fine;But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit, Sin’ auld lang syne.We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,Frae morning sun till dine;But seas between us braid hae roar’d Sin’ auld lang syne.And there’s a hand, my trusty fere! And gie’s a hand o’ thine!And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught, For auld lang syne.And surely ye’ll be your pint stowp! And surely I’ll be mine!And we’ll tak a cup o’kindness yet,For auld lang syne. 昔日时光老朋友怎能遗忘掉永不再放心上老朋友怎能遗忘掉，还有过去的好时光？为了过去的好时光，（亲爱的）为了过去的好时光，让我们干一杯友谊的酒，为了过去的好时光。

我们俩曾游遍山岗，并把野菊来采摘；我们已历尽艰辛，远离过去的好时光。

远离过去的好时光。

老朋友，我已伸出我的手，请你也伸手相握为了过去的好时光。

当然你要付你自己的酒钱，我也付我自己的。

让我们干一杯友谊的酒，为了过去的好时光。

She Walks in Beauty GeorgeGordon,Lord Byron (1788–1824) She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies,And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair’d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tressOr softly lig htens 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. 她在美丽中行走她在美丽中行走，像无云夜晚天空里的星星点点，黑夜与明亮辉映出她的雍容，和如水秋波。