雪莱诗歌代表作范文

雪莱诗歌代表作范文

雪莱英国著名作家、浪漫主义诗人，被认为是历史上最出色的英语诗人之一。那么雪莱诗歌代表作有哪些呢？下面和一起看看吧！

雪莱诗歌代表作

最经典的是《解放了的普罗米修斯》、《西风颂》、《致云雀》、《云》

附诗一首

《西风颂》是雪莱“三大颂”诗歌中的一首，写于1819年。这首诗是诗人“骄傲、轻捷而不驯的灵魂”的自白，是时代精神的写照。诗共分5节，每节的韵脚安排是：aba，bcb，cdc，ded，ee。这里，西风已经成了一种象征，它是一种无处不在的宇宙精神，一种打破旧世界，追求新世界的西风精神。诗人以西风自喻，表达了自己对生活的信念和向旧世界宣战的决心。

Ode to the West Wind

西风颂

I 第一节

O 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 bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her 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!

啊，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，

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，

又落在冰冷的土壤里深埋，

象尸体躺在坟墓，但一朝

你那青色的东风妹妹回来，

为沉睡的大地吹响银号，

驱使羊群般蓓蕾把大气猛喝，

就吹出遍野嫩色，处处香飘。

狂野的精灵！你吹遍了大地山河，

破坏者，保护者，听吧——听我的歌！

II 第二节

Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's motion, 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 spread

On the blue surface of thine aery surge,

Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

Of 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 night

Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,

Vaulted with all thy congregated might

Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere

Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!

你激荡长空，乱云飞坠

如落叶；你摇撼天和海，

不许它们象老树缠在一堆；

你把雨和电赶了下来，

只见蓝空上你驰骋之

忽有万丈金发披开，

象是酒神的女祭司勃然大怒

愣把她的长发遮住了半个天，

将暴风雨的来临宣布。

你唱着挽歌送别残年

今夜这天空宛如圆形的大墓

罩住了混浊的云雾一片，

却挡不住电火和冰雹的突破，

更有黑雨倾盆而下！呵，听我的歌！

III 第三节

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams

The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,

And saw in sleep old palaces and tower

Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers

So 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, know

Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,

And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!