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颂赞译诗
《一》
啊，船长！我的船长！
沃尔特·惠特曼 Walt Whitman
点评：
林肯，美国第16任总统。他领导了美国南北战争，颁布了《解放黑人奴隶宣言》，维护了美联邦统一。就在南方军队投降后第5天，林肯在华盛顿福特剧院遇刺。诗人把国家比作航船，把林肯比作船长，把那场战争比作可怕的航程，并饱含激情地呼唤“慈爱的父亲”对林肯加以赞颂。
啊，船长！我的船长！我们完成了可怕的远航，
巨轮历尽风雨，我们赢得追寻的奖赏；
港口已近，钟声传来，一片欢呼的声浪；
稳健的大船，追随的目光，多么威武雄壮；
可是，心啊！心啊！心啊！
心中的鲜血在滴滴流淌，
甲板上躺着我们的船长，
他已辞世，全身冰凉。
啊，船长！我的船长！起来听那钟声荡漾；
起来，旌旗为你招展，号角为你激昂，
花团锦簇，彩带飘飞，为你，岸边人群熙熙嚷攘；
人们把你呼唤，万头攒动，他们晃动急切的面庞；
在这里，船长，慈爱的父亲！
你的头下枕着我的臂膀！
那是甲板上的梦境，
你已辞世，全身冰凉。
我的船长没有回答，双唇苍白，沉默、安详，
我的父亲无法觉察我的手臂，他的脉搏停止了跳荡；
可怕的征途已过，胜利归来，
大船安全停靠，就此结束远航；
啊，海岸欢呼，啊，钟声敲响！
然而，我的步履沉重悲伤，
在甲板上踱步，那里躺着我的船长，
他已辞世，全身冰凉。
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths--for you the shores accrowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
《二》
英雄赞歌
拉尔夫·沃尔多·爱默生(Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803—1882)美国诗人
点评
这首诗纪念1775年4月19日美国北方农民(The colonists)组织起来简陋民兵在康科德北桥抗击装备齐全的英国军队。此役永垂青史，“声震全球的一枪”这一诗句成了美国革命的丰碑写照。
简便的拱桥下河水流淌，
四月的轻风里战旗飘荡，
武装的农民曾在此挺立，
把震惊世界的枪声打响。
敌人久已悄然沉睡，
英雄早就进入梦乡；
小桥被时光摧毁坠落河里，
暗黑的流水依旧爬向海洋。
今天，我们竖起一座丰碑，
堤岸翠绿，水流悠长；
让他们的丰功伟绩活在心里，
代代相传，永志不忘。
英雄的精神，视死如归，
为子子孙孙带来自由的曙光，
让我们竖起的石碑高高耸立，
千古不朽，万世流芳。
Concord Hymn
Sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument, July 4, 1837
BY the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled，
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
《三》
轻骑旅进攻
阿尔弗莱德·坦尼生 Alfred Tennyson
点评
克里米亚战争（1853年至1856年）是英国和法国反对俄罗斯扩张的欧洲战争，也是世界史中的第一次现代化战争。在克里米亚战争中铁甲船和现代爆炸性的炮弹第一次被使用。这首诗反映了现代战争的残酷和英国骑兵丧生的悲壮。
伤亡过半，伤亡过半，
半支队伍向前猛冲，
一齐杀进死亡谷，
六百马背英雄。
“向前，轻骑旅”！
一位战士呼喊，
“向炮火进攻”！
一齐杀进死亡谷，
六百马背英雄。
“向前，轻骑旅”！
有谁还能面带惶恐？
这呼喊只是脱口而出，
其中的含义他还不懂：
尽管无人回应，
尽管心里朦胧，
可是个个视死如归，
无比奋勇：
一齐杀进死亡谷，
六百马背英雄。
左边的炮火山摇，
右边的炮火地动，
前面的炮火更猛，
有如惊雷敌人万炮齐轰；
冒着枪林弹雨，
恰似激流喷涌，
闯入死亡的血盆大口，
杀进地狱的咽喉要冲，
六百马背英雄。
所有的马刀一齐出鞘，
寒光闪闪挥舞空中，
把对方的枪手炮手砍杀，
向敌人的阵地进攻，
全世界瞠目惊悚：
穿过炮火硝烟，
摧垮顽敌的阵容；
哥萨克与俄国兵，
被马刀杀得一片惶恐，
逃跑四散，无影无踪。
他们跨马返回，
可是，不再是那六百英雄。
左边的炮火山摇，
右边的炮火地动，
后面的炮火更猛，
有如惊雷敌人万炮齐轰；
冒着枪林弹雨，
英雄与战马倒在血泊之中，
他们的搏杀精彩无穷，
闯入死亡的血盆大口，
杀进地狱的咽喉要冲，
可是，现在剩下的，
不再是那六百英雄。
永不褪色是他们的光荣，
啊，他们发起过狂暴的进攻！
全世界瞠目惊悚。
致敬，为他们发起的进攻，
致敬，轻骑旅，
伟大的六百英雄。
The Charge of the Light Brigade
1.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
2.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
3.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
4.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
5.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
《四》
锡雍古堡之歌
乔治·戈登·拜伦(George Gordon Noel Byron 1788—1824)英国诗人
点评
16世纪瑞士的爱国志士邦尼瓦德，为了推翻萨伏依的查理第三大公的统沿、建立共和国政体，不幸事败被俘，囚禁于锡雍古堡的地牢里达6年之久。
不羁的心，不朽魂！
身陷囹圄，光茫万丈，你这自由之神！
你用爱把人心维系，
你在人们心底扎根；
潮湿的牢房暗无天日，
你的儿女镣铐加身；
烈士的牺牲换来祖国的解放，
自由的强音唤醒世人。
锡雍啊，你凄惨的底层是设祭的神坛，
你的牢房是圣地供人朝谨；
你阴湿的砖石一如草地，
他用双脚踩踏，留下印痕；
愿邦尼瓦德的脚印永不磨灭，
那是为驱除暴政在祈求上帝怜悯。
Sonnet on Chillon
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,
For there thy habitation is the heart --
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd --
To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom,
Their country conquers with their martyrdom,
And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,
And thy sad floor an altar -- for 'twas trod,
Until his very steps have left a trace
Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,
By Bonnivard! -- May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.
《五》
老铁甲舰
奧利弗·溫德尔·霍姆斯(Oliver Wendell Holmes 1809-1894)美国诗人
点评
诗人对立下了赫赫战功的老铁甲舰充满激情，不愿看到他作为废铁被人拆毁。
唉！扯下她破碎的军旗！
它悬挂的时间太过久长。
可是，曾有多少闪烁的眼光，
看它在空中高高飘扬；
战旗下也曾杀声震天，
大炮的轰鸣如雷霆炸响；
如今就像空中飞逝的流星，
再也不能把乌云扫荡！
她的甲板也曾被英雄的鲜血染红，
也曾让溃败的敌人屈膝投降；
当狂风席卷广阔的海面，
她就奋身冲开千层白浪；
眼前，获胜的将士足迹不再，
俘虏的跪拜成为以往；
执意拔掉这海上雄鹰的羽毛，
岸边的女妖痴心妄想！
啊，但愿她带着满身的创伤，
沉入广袤无边的汪洋；
既然她的雷霆曾威震大海，
她理应在深深的水下安葬；
把神圣的旗帜订在桅杆，
张挂全套旧帆准备远航，
把她献给风暴之神把，
去祭祀雷鸣电闪，雨暴风狂！
Old Ironsides
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon's roar; --
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more.
Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the conquered knee; --
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!
Oh, better that her shattered hulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
《六》
老虎
威廉·布莱克(William Blake 1757—1827)英国诗人
点评
凭读者个人嗜好，这首诗可以看成对十八世纪法国大革命的讴歌，也可以把它视为经过千锤百炼成为强人的咏叹。其实，字里行间透漏的是跨越宗教禁忌、超脱自然桎梏对正能量、大活力、真虎威的赞颂。
老虎！老虎！暗夜般的丛林之中，
明亮有如火光闪耀；
怎样的圣手、天眼，
成就你可怕、匀称的仪表？
在怎样的深渊与空际，
你的双目如烈火燃烧？
凭怎样的翅膀你敢于飞腾，
怎样的神手敢于把这烈火抓牢？
怎样的神臂，怎样的天工，
能够把你强大的心脏创造？
一旦你的心脏开始搏动，
怎样八面威风，手舞足蹈？
怎样的钢锤，怎样的铁镣，
怎样的熔炉铸成你的头脑？
怎样的铁砧，怎样的神力，
让你致命的恐怖难以脱逃？
当星星投下无数的枪矛，
洒下泪水把天国浸泡，
造物者是否造了你也造了羔羊？
他是否对着自己的杰作露出微笑？
老虎！老虎！暗夜般的丛林之中，
明亮有如火光闪耀；
怎样的圣手、天眼，
成就你可怕、匀称的仪表？
The Tiger
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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