欧阳歌谷创编 2021年2月I Wandered 1 I lie Lonely as a CloudIn 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1 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, 1 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! 欧阳歌谷创编 2021年2月1 本文来源：https://www.wddqw.com/doc/166eb3d3c081e53a580216fc700abb68a882ad5f.html