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1、专业.专注Paraphrase 完整版I Wan dered Lon ely as a CloudI wan dered Ion ely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golde n daffodils;Beside the lake, ben eath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.I walked slowly like a cloud which floats h
2、igh over the valleys and hills.Sudde nly I no tice many golde n daffodils beside the lake and un der the trees.They are shak ing and dancing in the wind.Con ti nu ous as the stars that shi neAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in n ever-e nding lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousa nd saw
3、 I at a gla nee.Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The daffodils are nu merous as if they are shining stars sparkli ng on the galaxy.The line of flowers n ever ends which is along the bank of the bay.I gla nee at ten thousa nd flowers which shak ing their heads whe n they are dancing hap pily.学习
4、参考The waves beside them dan ced; but theyOut-did the sparkli ng waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a joc und compa ny:I gazed -and gazed -but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:The waves beside the flowers were dancing too, but the happ in ess of flowers surpasses br
5、ight waves.How happy a poet would be with such a joyful compa nion!I gazed for a long time and n ever thought of how much wealth the won derful view had brought to me.For oft, whe n on my couch I lieIn vaca nt or in pen sive mood,They flash upon that in ward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude; 2And t
6、he n my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.When I lie on my bed feeli ng bored or thinking about someth ing, the flowers ofte n flash in my mind which is the ecstasy of my life.Then my heart is filled with pleasure and dances with the daffodils.Paradise LostOF Mans First Disobed
7、ie nee, and the FruitOf that Forbidde n Tree, whose mortal tastBrought Death into the World, and all our woe,With loss of Ede n, till one greater ManRestore us, and rega in the blissful Seat,Man 'first sin that he tasted the forbidden fruit, caused death and troubles, andlost the paradise un til
8、 the Messiah came and save us and rega in the happy paradise.And mad'st it preg nan t:What in me is darkIllu min, what is low raise and support;That to the highth of this great Argume ntI may assert Eter nal Provide nee,And justifie the wayes of God to men.You illumi nate what is dark in me.You
9、raise and support what is low in me to this high argume nt.I will support the god ' everlasti ng power and tell the god'treatme nt to men isjustified.Ode to the West Wind51. Scarce seem'd a visio n; I would n e'er have strive n52. As thus with thee in prayer in my sore n eed.That is
10、not a dream.I would n ever have pleaded with you urge ntly.65. And, by the incan tati on of this verse,66. Scatter, as from an un ext in guish'd hearth67. Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!68. Be through my lips to un awake n'd earth69. The trumpet of a prophecy!With the help of magic
11、 verse, my words were scattered among mankind through my mouth to the sleep ing earth, like the ashes and sparks from the bur ning stove.Let the predicti ons be scattered!O Win d,Oh, Win d,70. If Win ter comes, can Spring be far beh ind?If Win ter comes, can Spring be far beh ind?The FleaMark but th
12、is flea, and mark in this,How little that which thou deni est me is;Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee,And in this flea our two bloods min gled be;Thou kno w'st that this cannot be saidA sin, or shame, or loss of maide nhead.Yet this enjoys before it woo,And pampered swells with one blood ma
13、de of two,And this, alas, is more tha n we would do.See this flea and see this：How little the thing that you denied me isThe flea sucked me first and now sucksyouAnd in this flea our two bloods are mingledAdmit it that this cannot be calledA sin or shame or loss of virginityYet this flea enjoys befo
14、re it courtsAnd having thus indulged itselfAnd this after all is more than we would do.Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,Where we almost, nay more tha n married are. This flea is you and I, and thisOur marriage bed and marriage temple is; Though pare nts grudge, and you, we are met, And cloiser
15、ed in these living walls of jet. Though use make you apt to kill meLet not to that, self-murder added be,And sacrilege, three sins in killi ng three.Oh st op j spare three Where we are almostj married-This flea is you and Our marriage bed and Despite (your? our?) disapprovalAnd sheltered in the flea
16、.lives in one flea no, more, thanI and also marriage temple, parents' and yourliving body of thisThough habit makes you want to kill me Don t add self inurder to thisAnd sacrilege as well in killing three beingsCruel and sudde n, hast thou sincePurpled thy n ail in blood of innocence?Wherein cou
17、ld this flea guilty be,Except i n that drop which it sucked from thee?Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thouFin d'st not thy self nor me the weaker now;'Tis true; the n lear n how false fears be:and the n you know, in deed there was no n eedto fear for it.Just so much honor, whe n
18、 thou yield'st to me,Will waste, as this flea's death look life from thee.Cruel and sudden have you sincePurpled your nail, in innocent blood? What is this flea guilty ofExcept in having sucked that drop of blood from you?Yet you won and said that youDid not find neither yourself nor me any
19、weakerSuch a little honor, when you surrender to mSjWill be lost3 the same way that none of your life is lost when the flea dies.Romeo and JulietSelected R from Romeo and Juliet (ACT II SCENE II)Capulet's orchard.En ter ROMEO.ROMEO He jests at scars that n ever felt a wound.He (Mercutio), who ne
20、ver felt a wound, makes fun of my scars.JULIET appears above at a window. 2But, soft! what light through yon der window breaks?But, hush! What light break through the window over there?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon 3, 5Who is already sick and pale w
21、ith grief,That thou her maid art far more fair tha n she:You, the moon 'maid, are much more beautiful tha n she is,Be not her maid, since she is en vious;Her vestal livery is but sick and gree n1You are not her maid, since she is en vious. The uniform ("livery") worn byvirgins ("v
22、estal") in the service of Dia na is sick and gree n.And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.2 10It is my lady, O, it is my love!O, that she knew she were!I wish that she knew she were my lover!She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?Her eye discourses 3； | will an swer it.She speaks, y
23、et her lips are not moving; what of that? Her eyes speak, andI will an swer them.I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: 15I am too reckless. She does n'speak to me.Two of the fairest stars in all the heave n,Having some bus in ess, do en treat her eyesTo twi nkle in their spheres till the
24、y return. 4Two of the most brilliant stars in the sky who have to leave their orbits, askJuliet ' eyes to twinkle in their place until they return.What if her eyes were there, they in her head?What if her eyes were in the sky and the stars become her eyes in her head?The bright ness of her cheek
25、 would shame those stars, 20As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heave nWould through the airy regi on stream so brightThat birds would sing and think it were not ni ght.5See, how she lea ns her cheek upon her hand!O, that I were a glove upon that hand, 25That I might touch that cheek!The bright nes
26、s of her cheek would shame the stars in the sky, as daylight does to a lamp. Her eyes in the sky would flow through the airy sky so brightly that birds would sing and think it were not at night. Look, how she lea ns her cheek upon her hand! Oh, I wish I were a glove on her hands so that I could touc
27、h her cheek!JULIET Ay me! 1ROMEO She speaks:O, speak aga in, bright an gel! for thou artAs glorious to this ni ght, being o'er my head 30As is a win ged messe nger of heave nUnto the white-uptur ned won deri ng eyesOf mortals that fall back to gaze on himWhen he bestrides the lazy-pac ing clouds
28、And sails upon the bosom of the air. 35She speaks. Oh, speak aga in, bright an gel! Because you are as glorious to the ni ght over my head. You are as if a messe nger from heave n with wings and I was one of the mortals look up to you with won deri ng eyes and bestriding the slowly walking clouds, s
29、ailing through the sky.JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? 2Deny thy father and refuse thy n ame;Or, if thou wilt not, be but swor n my love,And ni no Ion ger be a Capulet.Oh, Romeo, Romeo! Why are you Romeo? Deny your father and cha nge yourn ame. Or if you will no t, just promise me y
30、our love to me andI Ilno Ion gerbe a Capulet.ROMEO Aside Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?Can I hear more or can I speak?JULIET 'Tis but thy n ame that is my en emy 3； 40Thou art thyself, though not a Mon tague.But only your name is my enemy. You would be yourself even if you hadsome
31、other n ame.What's Mon tague? it is nor hand, nor foot,Nor arm, nor face, nor any other partBel onging to a man. O, be some other n ame!Oh, cha nge your n ame!What's in a n ame? that which we call a rose 45By any other n ame would smell as sweet;What ' the inner meaning of a name? What w
32、e call a rose would smell fragra nt by any other n ame.So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,Retai n that dear perfecti on which he owes 4own.So if Romeo is not called Romeo, he will still keep his precious perfection heWithout that title. Romeo, doff thy n ame1,And for that n ame which is no
33、 part of thee 50Take all myself.Without your title, Romeo, discard your name, and take all myself to replace that n ame which is no Ion ger a part of you.第二部分OMEOTo JULIET If I profa ne with my un worthiest hand This holy shri ne, the gen tiefine is this : My lips , two blushing pilgrims , ready sta
34、nd To smooth that rough touch with a ten der kissJULIETGood pilgrim , you do wrong your hand too much , Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palmto palm is holy palmers' kiss .ROMEOHave not saints lips , and holy palmers too ?JULIET
35、Ay , pilgrim , lips that they must use in prayerROMEOO , then , dear saint , let! lips do what hands do ; They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to despair .JULIETSaints do not move , though grant for prayers' sakeROMEO,by yours ,Then move not , while my prayer's effect I take . Thus from
36、my lips my sin is purged .JULIETThen have my lips the sin that they have tookROMEOSin from thylips ? O trespasssweetly urged ! Give me my sin againJULIETYou kiss by the bookHAMLET独白部分To be, or not to be: that is the questio n:Should I live on or should I kill myself? That is a questio n.Whether '
37、;tis n obler in the mind to suffer65Whether it is determ ined to sufferThe sli ngs and arrows of outrageous fortune,The fatal attacks of cruel desti ny,Or to take arms aga insta sea of troubles,Or to fight aga inst nu merous troubles.And by oppos ing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; and by a slee
38、p to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousa nd n atural shocks 70And make them end by defia nee. To die is no more tha n to sleep; and we no Ion ger suffer from the aching of heart and many natural attacks the body is suffering.That flesh is heir to, 'tis a con summatio nDevoutly to be wish'
39、;d. To die, to sleep;It is a result we eagerly wish. To die is to sleep.To sleep: percha neeto dream: ay, there's the rub;We may dream when sleeping. Ah, this is the dilemma.For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeBecause whe n we died what dreams may we have?When we have shuffled off thi
40、s mortal coil, 75When we have got rid of the turmoil of mortality,Must give us pause 8: there ' s the respectThe sleep in g-like death must bring about our hesitati on. There exists thecon siderati onThat makes calamity of so long life;That makes the disorder/disaster long live.For who would bea
41、r the whips and scor ns of time11,For who have to en dure the puni shme nt and in sult in this world,The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's con tumely12,The oppressor 's evil and the proud man 's scor nful in sole nee,The pangs of dispised love, the law's delay, 80The pain of rej
42、ected love and the justice of law coming late.The in sole nee of office and the spur ns13That patie nt merit of the un worthy takes14,The in sole nce of the power and the con temptuous reject ions, which the people of praiseworthy take of the un worthy.When he himself might his quietus make 15With a
43、 bare bodk in16? who would fardels 17 bear,To grunt 18 and sweat un der a weary life, 85If he himself might make an end of his life/might free himself from all troubles of life with a mere dagger? Who would shoulder the burdens to groan and sweat in a boring and tiring life?But that the dread of som
44、eth ing after death,If not for the fear of the things after death,The undiscover'd country 19 from whose bourn20,No traveller retur ns, puzzles the will 21The unknown place where we go after death, no traveler returns from the boun dary of which after death, con fuses the will,And makes us rathe
45、r bear those ills we haveMakes us prefer to sta nd the evilThan fly to others that we know not of? 90Tha n to fly to other places we don'k now?Thus con scie nee 1 does make cowards of us all; 2Thus the con scious ness makes all of us dastardsAnd thus the n ative hue of resoluti on3And the natura
46、l color of determination,Is sicklied o'er 4 with the pale cast of thought 5,Is made sick with the pale look of thought,And en terprises of great pith and mome nt6And the pla ns of great height and importa nee,With this regard their curre nts turn awry7, 95Because their direct ion turn aside,And lose the n ame of action8 .-Soft you now! 9And lose the honor that derives from action,- Restra in yourself!