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欧阳歌谷创编 2021年2月
I Wandered 1
I lie
Lonely as a Cloud
In vacant or in pensive mood，
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of
欧阳歌谷（2021.02.01）
solitude； I wandered lonely as a cloud
And then my heart with
That floats on high o'er vales
pleasure fills
and hills，
And dances with the
When all at once I saw a daffodils.
crowd，
margin n.页边空白；差额； A host， of golden daffodils，余地，余裕；边，边沿
Beside the lake， beneath the
sprightly adj.愉快的，活泼的
trees，
jocund adj.快乐的，高兴的
Fluttering and dancing in the
pensivea.深思的,哀思的,忧沉
breeze.
的
Continuous as the stars that bliss n.狂喜，福佑，天赐的福
shine
A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal And twinkle on the milky way， A slumber did my spirit seal1; They stretch'd in I had no human fears:
neverending line
She seemed a thing that could notAlong the margin of a bay：
feel
Ten thousand saw I at a
The touch of earthly years.
glance
No motion has she now, no force;
Tossing their heads in
She neither hears nor sees;
sprightly dance.
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal co
The waves beside them
urse
danced， but they
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Outdid the sparkling waves My heart leaps up when I behold
in glee：—— A rainbow in the sky: A Poet could not but be gaySo was it when my life began; In such a jocund company！So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, I gazed——and Or let me die! gazed——but little thought The Child is father of the Man; What wealth the show to me I could wish my days to be had brought； Bound each to each by natural For oft， when on my couch piety.
The World Is Too Much With Us
欧阳歌谷创编 2021年2月
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欧阳歌谷创编 2021年2月
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge
September 3, 1802
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
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Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
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2022-04-18
