西風頌中名句英文

Ⅰ 雪萊《西風頌》的英文賞析 謝謝！

Analysis of Percy Shelley』s 「 to the West Wind」

In 'Ode to the West Wind,' Percy Bysshe Shelley tries to show his desire for transcendence, by explaining that his thoughts and ideas, like the 'winged seeds' are trapped. The West Wind acts as a force for change and forward movement in the human and natural world.
Shelley sees winter not just as the last season of vegetation but as the last phase of life. Shelley observes the changing of the weather from autumn to winter and its effects on the environment. Shelley is trying to show that a man』s ideas can spread and live on beyond his lifetime by having the wind carry his 'dead thoughts' which through destruction, will lead to a rebirth in the imagination, and in the natural world. Shelley begins his poem by addressing the 'Wild West Wind'. He then introces the theme of death and compares the dead leaves to 'ghosts'. The imagery of 'Pestilence-stricken multitudes' makes the reader aware that Shelley is addressing more than a pile of leaves. His claustrophobic mood is shown when he talks about the 'wintry bed' and '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'. In the first line, Shelley used the phrase 'winged seeds' which presents i

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The 'closing night' is used also to mean the final night. The 'pumice' shows destruction and creation because when the volcano erupts it destroys. This acts as an introction and a foreshadow of what is to come later. ' also helps the reader prepare for the climax which Shelley intended. It seems that it is only in his death that the 'Wild Spirit' could be lifted 'as a wave, a leaf, a cloud' to blow free in the 'Wild West Wind'. The 'pumice' is probably Shelley's best example of rebirth. As the rising action continues, Shelley talks about the 'Mediterranean' and its 'summer dreams'. Again, he uses soft sounding words to calm the reader into the same dream-like state of the Mediterranean. He then writes like a mourning song 'Of the dying year, to which this closing night/ Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre/ Vaulted with all they congregated might'. Percy sees his 『dome』 as a volcano and when the 'dome' does 'burst,' it will act as a 'Destroyer and Preserver' and creator. In 'Ode to the West Wind,' Shelley uses the wind to represent driving change and a carrier for his ideas.

Ⅱ 西風頌中的名句

如果冬天來了,春天還會遠嗎?
——雪萊《西風頌》
歲月沉重如鐵鏈，壓著的靈魂。原本同你一樣，高傲，飄逸，不馴。
——雪萊《西風頌》
請把我枯死的思想向世界 吹落， 
讓它像枯葉一樣促成新的生命！ 
哦，請聽從這一篇符咒似的詩歌， 
就把我的話語，像是灰燼和火星， 
從還未熄滅的爐火向人間播散！ 
讓預言的喇叭通過我的嘴唇把昏睡的大地喚醒吧！ 
西風呵，如果冬天已經來臨，春天還會遠嗎？
——雪萊《西風頌》
If winter comes , can spring be far behind ? 
冬天來了，春天還會遠嗎？
——雪萊《西風頌》
請把我塵封的思想散落在宇宙 
讓它像枯葉一樣促成新的生命！
——雪萊《西風頌》
哦，狂野的西風，秋之生命的氣息， 
你無形，但枯死的落葉被你橫掃
——雪萊《西風頌》
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe 
Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth! 
請把我枯死的思想向世界吹落，讓它像枯葉一樣促成新的生命！
——雪萊《西風頌》
哎，假如我是一片枯葉被你浮起， 
假如我是能和你飛跑的雲霧， 
是一個波浪，和你的威力同喘息， 
假如我分有你的脈搏，僅僅不如 
你那麼自由，哦，無法約束的生命！ 
假如我能像在少年時，凌風而舞 
便成了你的伴侶，悠遊天空 
（因為呵，那時候，要想追你上雲霄， 
似乎並非夢幻），我就不致像如今 
這樣焦躁地要和你爭相祈禱。 
哦，舉起我吧，當我是水波、樹葉、浮雲！ 
我跌在生活底荊棘上，我流血了！ 
這被歲月的重軛所制服的生命 
原是和你一樣：驕傲、輕捷而不馴。
——雪萊《西風頌》

Ⅲ 雪萊的《西風頌》最後一句表達了什麼（最好英文）

雪萊的名詩:「如果冬天來了,春天還會遠嗎?」中,「冬天」和「春天」就絕非指向生專活中的「冬季」屬和「春季」,而浸透著詩人的情感,表現著詩人的憧憬和希望,具有非常豐富的心理內涵。

「冬天來了，春天還會遠嗎?」這句名詩幾十年來不斷被人引用，無非是象徵著希望 。冬天代表嚴峻的現實,而春天則代表著美好的希望。

冬季,讓沉思豐盈你的生命,也孕育更新你疲憊或已充滿創傷的心靈,來孕育一個突破超越而新的春天——冬季原是沉思孕育的季節啊!那深刻的哲理正寓於冬去春來的時間推移的必然性中。如同中國一些名句一樣，如「梅花香自苦寒來」,「不經風雨,哪見彩虹?」「自古英雄多磨難」都是鼓勵在逆境中不要自卑、奮發向上的至理名言。

「冬天來了，春天還會遠嗎」是雪萊對美的預言和呼喚……冬天，只是春天「黎明前的黑暗」，看到冬景，就意味著桃紅柳綠、百花爭艷的美好景色即將展現在我們的面前。

Ⅳ 英國詩人雪萊《西風頌》中的名句是什麼

「冬天來了，春天還會遠嗎?」這句名詩幾十年來不斷被人引用，無非是象徵著內希望 。冬天代表嚴峻的現實容,而春天則代表著美好的希望。
冬季,讓沉思豐盈你的生命,也孕育更新你疲憊或已充滿創傷的心靈,來孕育一個突破超越而新的春天——冬季原是沉思孕育的季節啊!那深刻的哲理正寓於冬去春來的時間推移的必然性中。如同中國一些名句一樣，如「梅花香自苦寒來」,「不經風雨,哪見彩虹?」「自古英雄多磨難」都是鼓勵在逆境中不要自卑、奮發向上的至理名言。
「冬天來了，春天還會遠嗎」是雪萊對美的預言和呼喚……冬天，只是春天「黎明前的黑暗」，看到冬景，就意味著桃紅柳綠、百花爭艷的美好景色即將展現在我們的面前。

Ⅳ 雪萊的<西風頌>中的名句

冬天，冬天來了，春天還會遠嗎？

Ⅵ 英國著名的浪漫主義詩人雪萊《西風頌》中的名句///

冬天到了，春天還會遠么？

Ⅶ 求雪萊的《西風頌》英文原件及漢文翻譯

西 風 頌

雪萊

一

剽悍的西風啊, 你是暮秋的呼吸,
因你無形的存在, 枯葉四處逃竄,
如同魔鬼見到了巫師, 紛紛躲避;

那些枯葉, 有黑有白, 有紅有黃,
像遭受了瘟疫的群體, 哦, 你呀,
西風, 你讓種籽展開翱翔的翅膀,

飛落到黑暗的冬床, 冰冷地躺下,
像一具具屍體深葬於墳墓, 直到
你那蔚藍色的陽春姐妹凱旋歸家,

向睡夢中的大地吹響了她的號角,
催促蓓蕾, 有如驅使吃草的群羊,
讓漫山遍野注滿生命的芳香色調;

剽悍的精靈, 你的身影遍及四方,
哦,聽吧, 你既在毀壞, 又在保藏!

二

在你的湍流中, 在高空的騷動中,
紛亂的雲塊就像飄零飛墜的葉子,
你從天空和海洋相互交錯的樹叢

抖落出傳送雷雨以及閃電的天使;
在你的氣體波濤的蔚藍色的表面,
恰似酒神女祭司的頭上豎起縷縷

亮閃閃的青絲, 從朦朧的地平線
一直到蒼天的頂端, 全都披散著
即將來臨的一場暴風驟雨的發卷,

你就是唱給垂死歲月的一曲輓歌,
四合的夜幕, 是巨大墓陵的拱頂,
它建構於由你所集聚而成的氣魄,

可是從你堅固的氣勢中將會噴迸
黑雨、電火以及冰雹; 哦, 請聽!

三

你啊, 把藍色的地中海從夏夢中
喚醒, 它曾被清澈的水催送入眠,
就一直躺在那個地方, 酣睡沉沉,

睡在拜伊海灣的一個石島的旁邊,
在睡夢中看到古老的宮殿和樓台
在烈日之下的海波中輕輕地震顫,

它們全都開滿鮮花, 又生滿青苔,
散發而出的醉人的芳香難以描述!
見到你, 大西洋的水波豁然裂開,

為你讓出道路, 而在海底的深處,
枝葉裡面沒有漿汁的淤泥的叢林
和無數的海花、珊瑚, 一旦聽出

你的聲音, 一個個頓時膽戰心驚,
顫栗著, 像遭了劫掠, 哦, 請聽!

四

假如我是一片任你吹卷的枯葉,
假若我是一朵隨你飄飛的雲彩,
或是在你威力之下喘息的水波,

分享你強健的搏動, 悠閑自在,
不羈的風啊, 哪怕不及你自由,
或者, 假若我能像童年的時代,

陪伴著你在那天國里任意翱遊,
即使比你飛得更快也並非幻想——
那麼我絕不向你這般苦苦哀求:

啊, 捲起我吧! 如同翻卷波浪、
或像橫掃落葉、或像驅趕浮雲!
我躍進人生的荊棘, 鮮血直淌!

歲月的重負縛住了我這顆靈魂,
它太像你了:敏捷、高傲、不馴。

五

拿我當琴吧, 就像那一片樹林,
哪怕我周身的葉兒也同樣飄落!
你以非凡和諧中的狂放的激情

讓我和樹林都奏出雄渾的秋樂,
悲涼而又甜美。狂暴的精靈喲,
但願你我迅猛的靈魂能夠契合!

把我僵死的思想撒向整個宇宙,
像枯葉被驅趕去催促新的生命!
而且, 依憑我這首詩中的符咒,

把我的話語傳給天下所有的人,
就像從未熄的爐中撥放出火花!
讓那預言的號角通過我的嘴唇

向昏沉的大地吹奏! 哦, 風啊,
如果冬天來了, 春天還會遠嗎?

發信人: violet (紫羅蘭)
發信站: 鼓浪聽濤 (Wed Apr 16 16:15:33 1997)

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I
1 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
2 Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
3 Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

4 Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
5 Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
6 Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

7 The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
8 Each like a corpse within its grave, until
9 Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

10 Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
11 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
12 With living hues and odours plain and hill:

13 Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
14 Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

II
15 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,

18 Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
19 On the blue surface of thine a{:e}ry surge,
20 Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

21 Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
22 Of the horizon to the zenith's height,
23 The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge

24 Of the dying year, to which this closing night
25 Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
26 Vaulted with all thy congregated might

27 Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
28 Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!

III
29 Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
30 The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
31 Lull'd by the coil of his cryst{`a}lline streams,

32 Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
33 And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
34 Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

35 All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
36 So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
37 For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

38 Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
39 The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
40 The sapless foliage of the ocean, know

41 Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
42 And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!

IV
43 If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
44 If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
45 A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share

46 The impulse of thy strength, only less free
47 Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
48 I were as in my boyhood, and could be

49 The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
50 As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
51 Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven

52 As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
53 Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
54 I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

55 A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd
56 One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

V
57 Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
58 What if my leaves are falling like its own!
59 The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

60 Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
61 Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
62 My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

63 Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
64 Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!
65 And, by the incantation of this verse,

66 Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
67 Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
68 Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth

69 The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
70 If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

- Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Ⅷ 《西風頌》的英文版

Ode to the West Wind

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!
II
Thou 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 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!
III
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 towers
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!
IV
If 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 even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The 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.
V
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,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like 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 earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

西 風 頌
雪萊
一
剽悍的西風啊, 你是暮秋的呼吸,
因你無形的存在, 枯葉四處逃竄,
如同魔鬼見到了巫師, 紛紛躲避;
那些枯葉, 有黑有白, 有紅有黃,
像遭受了瘟疫的群體, 哦, 你呀,
西風, 你讓種籽展開翱翔的翅膀,
飛落到黑暗的冬床, 冰冷地躺下,
像一具具屍體深葬於墳墓, 直到
你那蔚藍色的陽春姐妹凱旋歸家,
向睡夢中的大地吹響了她的號角,
催促蓓蕾, 有如驅使吃草的群羊,
讓漫山遍野注滿生命的芳香色調;
剽悍的精靈, 你的身影遍及四方,
哦,聽吧, 你既在毀壞, 又在保藏!
二
在你的湍流中, 在高空的騷動中,
紛亂的雲塊就像飄零飛墜的葉子,
你從天空和海洋相互交錯的樹叢
抖落出傳送雷雨以及閃電的天使;
在你的氣體波濤的蔚藍色的表面,
恰似酒神女祭司的頭上豎起縷縷
亮閃閃的青絲, 從朦朧的地平線
一直到蒼天的頂端, 全都披散著
即將來臨的一場暴風驟雨的發卷,
你就是唱給垂死歲月的一曲輓歌,
四合的夜幕, 是巨大墓陵的拱頂,
它建構於由你所集聚而成的氣魄,
可是從你堅固的氣勢中將會噴迸
黑雨、電火以及冰雹; 哦, 請聽!
三
你啊, 把藍色的地中海從夏夢中
喚醒, 它曾被清澈的水催送入眠,
就一直躺在那個地方, 酣睡沉沉,
睡在拜伊海灣的一個石島的旁邊,
在睡夢中看到古老的宮殿和樓台
在烈日之下的海波中輕輕地震顫,
它們全都開滿鮮花, 又生滿青苔,
散發而出的醉人的芳香難以描述!
見到你, 大西洋的水波豁然裂開,
為你讓出道路, 而在海底的深處,
枝葉裡面沒有漿汁的淤泥的叢林
和無數的海花、珊瑚, 一旦聽出
你的聲音, 一個個頓時膽戰心驚,
顫栗著, 像遭了劫掠, 哦, 請聽!
四
假如我是一片任你吹卷的枯葉,
假若我是一朵隨你飄飛的雲彩,
或是在你威力之下喘息的水波,
分享你強健的搏動, 悠閑自在,
不羈的風啊, 哪怕不及你自由,
或者, 假若我能像童年的時代,
陪伴著你在那天國里任意翱遊,
即使比你飛得更快也並非幻想——
那麼我絕不向你這般苦苦哀求:
啊, 捲起我吧! 如同翻卷波浪、
或像橫掃落葉、或像驅趕浮雲!
我躍進人生的荊棘, 鮮血直淌!
歲月的重負縛住了我這顆靈魂,
它太像你了:敏捷、高傲、不馴。
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拿我當琴吧, 就像那一片樹林,
哪怕我周身的葉兒也同樣飄落!
你以非凡和諧中的狂放的激情
讓我和樹林都奏出雄渾的秋樂,
悲涼而又甜美。狂暴的精靈喲,
但願你我迅猛的靈魂能夠契合!
把我僵死的思想撒向整個宇宙,
像枯葉被驅趕去催促新的生命!
而且, 依憑我這首詩中的符咒,
把我的話語傳給天下所有的人,
就像從未熄的爐中撥放出火花!
讓那預言的號角通過我的嘴唇
向昏沉的大地吹奏! 哦, 風啊,
如果冬天來了, 春天還會遠嗎?