A RED, RED ROSE
          Robert Burns
O my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair thou art, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the sea gang dry, my dear,
And the rock melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel a while;
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho's it were ten thousand mile!  
    一朵红红的玫瑰
         罗伯特·彭斯
啊，我的爱人象红红的玫瑰，
在六月里苞放；
啊，我的爱人象一支乐曲，
乐声美妙、悠扬。
你那么美，漂亮的姑娘；
我爱你那么深切；
我会永远爱你，亲爱的，
一直到四海涸竭。 直到四海涸竭，亲爱的，
直到太阳把岩石消融！
我会永远爱你，亲爱的，
只要生命无穷。
再见吧，我唯一的爱人，
再见吧，小别片刻；
我会回来的，我的爱人，
即使万里相隔！

Bed In Summer   夏日之床
by R. L. Stevenson In winter I get up at night                冬日我大清早起床
And dress by yellow candle-light. 借着黄色的蠋光穿裳。
In summer quite the other way,     夏日完全相反，
I have to go to bed by day.           我必须在日间上床。
I have to go to bed and see                 我必上床且看
The birds still hopping on the tree,     鸟儿还在树梢跃荡，
Or hear the grown-up people's feet    抑或聆听成年人的脚声
Still going past me in the street.         仍旧在街道走过我的身旁。
And does it not seem hard to you,    它对你来说难道不为难吗？
When all the sky is clear and blue,    在明亮而蔚蓝的天空当前，
And I should like so much to play,      而我如此喜欢玩耍，
To have to go to bed by day?            却必须在白天就上床？

Home, Sweet Home 甜蜜的家庭
(1)
'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,     
虽然我们也会沉迷于欢乐与奢靡中，
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!   
无论家是多么简陋，没有地方比得上它！
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,   
好似从空而降的魔力，使我们在家觉得圣洁
Which seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere,   
就是找遍全世界，也找不到像这样的地方，
Home! Home! Sweet, sweet Home!   
  家啊！家啊！甜蜜的家啊！
There's no place like Home! There's no place like Home!   
没有地方比得上家！没有地方比得上家！
(2)
I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,   
每当我漫步荒野凝视明月，
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,   
便想起母亲正惦念着她的孩子，
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door,
   当她从茅舍门口遥望明月时，
Through the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.  
  穿过冬忍树丛，浓郁树香再也不能安慰我的心灵。
Home! Home! Sweet, sweet Home!   
家啊！家啊！甜蜜的家啊！
There's no place like Home! There's no place like Home!   
没有地方比得上家！没有地方比得上家！
(3)
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;   
对一个离乡背井的游子，再华丽的光辉，也是徒然闪烁；
Oh, give me my lowly thatch'd cottage again!   
一栋矮檐茅舍！
The birds singing gaily, that came at my call---   
一呼即来的鸟儿正在欢唱

Give me them, -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all!   
赐给它们－还有心灵的平静，这些胜过一切！
Home! Home! Sweet, sweet Home!     
家啊！家啊！甜蜜的家啊！
There's no place like Home! There's no place like Home!  
没有地方比得上家！没有地方比得上家！

Oh, Captain! My Captain!
       By Walt Whitman Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is worn,
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 ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores crowding,
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 or will;
The ship is anchor'd 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 bell!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
   船长！我的船长！
          　　瓦尔特·惠特曼啊， 船长！我的船长！可怕的航程已完成；
这船历尽风险，企求的目标已达成。
港口在望，钟声响，人们在欢欣。
千万双眼睛注视着船----平稳，勇敢，坚定。
但是痛心啊！痛心！痛心！
瞧一滴滴鲜红的血！
甲板上躺着我的船长，
他到下去，冰冷，永别。啊， 船长！我的船长！起来吧，倾听钟声；
起来吧，号角为您长鸣，旌旗为您高悬；
迎着您，多少花束花圈----候着您，千万人蜂拥岸边；
他们向您高呼，拥来挤去，仰起殷切的脸；
啊，船长！亲爱的父亲！
我的手臂托着您的头！
莫非是一场梦：在甲板上
您到下去，冰冷，永别。我的船长不作声，嘴唇惨白，毫不动弹；
我的父亲没感到我的手臂，没有脉搏，没有遗言；
船舶抛锚停下，平安抵达；航程终了；
历经艰险返航，夺得胜利目标。
啊，岸上钟声齐鸣，啊，人们一片欢腾！
但是，我在甲板上，在船长身旁，
心悲切，步履沉重：
因为他倒下去，冰冷，永别。

Rain 雨
Rain is falling all around,        
It falls on field and tree,         
It rains on the umbrella here, And on the ships at sea.        雨儿在到处降落，它落在田野和树梢，它落在这边的雨伞上， 又落在航行海上的船只。
by R. L. Stevenson, 1850-1894

Spring  
         By Thomas Nashe Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring! the sweet Spring!  
  春
托马斯·纳什  春，甘美之春，一年之中的尧舜，
处处都有花树，都有女儿环舞，
微寒但觉清和，佳禽争着唱歌，
啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！榆柳呀山楂，打扮着田舍人家，
羊羔嬉游，牧笛儿整日在吹奏，
百鸟总在和鸣，一片悠扬声韵，
啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！郊原荡漾香风，雏菊吻人脚踵，
情侣作对成双，老妪坐晒阳光，
走向任何通衢，都有歌声悦耳，
啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！
春！甘美之春！

To the Cuckoo
       By William Wordsworth O blithe new-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or  but a wandering Voice?While I am lying on the grass
Thy twofold shout I hear;
From hill to hill it seems to pass
At once far off, and near.Though babbling only to the Vale,
Of sunshine and of flowers,
Thou bringest unto me a tale
Of visionary hours.Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!
Even ye thou art to me
No bird, but an invisible thing,
A voice a mystery;The same whom in my schoolboy days
I listened to; that Cry
Which made me look a thousand ways
In bush, and tree, and sky.To seek thee did I often rove
Through woods and on the green;
And thou wert still a hope, a love;
Still longed for, never seen.And I can listen to thee yet;
Can lie upon the plain
And listen, till I do beget
That golden time again.O blessed Bird! the earth we pace
Again appears to be
An unsubstantial, faery place;
That is fit home for thee!   致布谷鸟威廉华·兹华斯啊，快乐的新客！
听到你啭鸣，我满怀喜悦；
啊，布谷，是否称你为鸟？
或为妙音，回荡清越？当我躺在草地上，
听到你的二重唱：
似从这山传到那山，
似在近旁，又在远方。你的歌声在山谷回荡，
伴着繁华和阳光；
你还把我带到
追忆往事的幻想。我再三地欢迎
你是阳春的先行。
在我眼中，你可不是鸟，
而是无形的神奇之音。想当年我还是小学生，
曾倾听同样的鸣声；
我千方百计寻找，
从天上到丛林。我时常漫游，为了找你，
踩着草地，穿过密林；
如今仍在期待，虽不眼见，
你仍是希望，是恋情。此刻我躺在平原，
你的歌声仍能听见。
我专心谛听，
直到召回金色的童年。我们栖息的大地
又显得空灵而神奇；
这是你安家的福地，
啊， 快乐的鸟儿，祝福你！