United Kingdom Wordsworth's poetry (_ Zhang Lin

Wordsworth's poetry (United Kingdom) William Wordsworth (1770-1850), major works have the lyric songs set "," Overture "," long ", etc. DIN daeng Temple sleeping mask my soul had she lived in Ivar small roadside I have strange impulse I visit Westminster Bridge among strangers I wandered lonely as a cloud lonely cut wheat--------------------------------------------------------------------------------DIN daeng monastery in five years, five of the summer, there are five long winter! and I have heard these underwater, tumble from the mountain spring in the inland of streams in the gentle voices whisper. �� �� See these majestic cliffs, steep this scene scenic wilderness left thought a deeply secluded remote impression: landscape, joining the sky that calm. This day, I again in this open space in the fig tree, under the shade of the terrace of the cottage is clouded. field, cluster of Orchard, a seasonal fruit is not yet mature, draped with Green didn't hide himself in the bushes and trees in the forest. I again saw the tree that is not in Penny 's, perhaps the hedge, but formerly naughty tree clean boondocks ran: these rural scenery, always green to their homes; pervades chimneys rise quietly! it at the top of the trees erratic, like some Rover in homeless forest walk, maybe there is a high one Yi Shi caves, alone, sitting in the flame. These beautiful body although already knew long ago, I never forgotten, not like the blind face beauty: However, I live alone in a room, in the town of tumult. is deeply fatigued, they brought sweet feeling, into the blood, into the heart, even into the most pure thought, bit I restore calm: �C forget has long been a pleasant feeling, perhaps those a pleasure on a goodness to the best of days there have been far from minor and extraordinary impact, that is, some as early as the forgotten nameless trivia, but filled with kindness and friendliness. Not only that, I rely on them also received another ability, more lofty shape, a pleasant, the whole mystery of the burden, the incomprehensible world weary of pressure falls between mitigation; a tranquil and happy mood and tenderness boot we move forward, until our body stopped breathing flesh, even human blood also stood still, our bodies into sleep state, and become a fresh soul, in this case, the power of harmony, joy and deep strength, let our eyes becomes peace, we can see things inherent life. If this is a false faith, but oh so frequently �� in the dark, in various guises of tedious day; when useless boredom and the world of fever with a heavy heart beat of the oppressed and every rhythm �� so frequently, I turn to you, Ah, green onion cage of Huai River! you roam in the Woods, I so frequently in spirit to you. Today, the idea of discovering the light off adventitious blinks, many of the familiar things in the dark and in Mongolia, with a pang of hardship, mental images to reproduce again; I stand here, not only feel the moment of pleasure, but also encouraged by the thought of the years of life and food are hidden in the present moment. So, I would dare to hope so, though I have not had that is no longer a new arrived, the instant I like this mountain of a fawn hopping between the mountains, in the River ran, in the Strait channeling lonely stream stay, at the mercy of nature instead of a boot: a in the pursuit of his love, it is said that it is in the fear of hid. Because of the nature (today, the joy of childhood boorish, and animal-like play has already gone) in me is everything. �� I was in mood to portray. Roaring waterfalls like a passion around my heart; Boulder, high mountains, deep gray trees, their color and shape, they used to be my desire, an affair, a love that does not require thought to confer on them the deep fascination or Visual outside of taste. �� �� Like the time runs out, all blended with pain pleasure not to reproduce, the modern dizzy Ecstasy also has disappeared. I no longer is this frustration, lamentation and blame v.; Another capability gives me this kind of loss, have been compensated, I believe. Because I already know how to treat nature, unlike the youth are very green; but often hear life quiet and Moody music, graceful, sweet, rich power of purification and restraint. I feel there is nothing in the noble ideas of joy makes my heart; a distillation of ideas that deeply integrate into something that seemed as apologises sunset AfterGlow in the vast sea and fresh air, blue skies and the human mind: a dynamic, a spirit that drives the main body of thought and ideas of object through the universe, kept running. So, I still love the grasslands, forests, and mountains; all this Green Earth can see things that ' all witnessed the plethora of all the world mine, which has both the imagination, but also have feelings known. I was pleased to discover the nature and the feeling of language, was the most pure thoughts of the anchor, the soul of nurses, wizards, and security, as well as my entire spiritual life of the soul. Even if I had not been such education, I would not have been more on the moderate spirit corrosion because you accompanied me, and standing on the beautiful Riverside, you, my dearest friend, my dear, dear friends in your voice capture live once upon a time in my heart language, you stare of circulation of wild eyes, I once again look through past joy. ! I would then have a moment let me in you find past that I, my dear, Dear Sisters! I want to pray for this, I know that mother nature never betray loved her soul; this is a special God's grace, her throughout the years of our lives, from joy to the PCT; because she can give us deep inside the mind to vitality, gave us the impression of serenity and elegance, to nourish our lofty thoughts. makes arbitrary gossip, impatience, selfish people tremble of irony, lack of sympathy for the heat of the perfunctory, as well as all the dull everyday life, can we QuClothing that does not damage our merry faith, have no doubt we can see everything with happiness. Therefore, let the Moonlight Shines on you are roaming, let alone courtyards mountain free to blow you; so, in the subsequent years when these wild surprises into cool low meaning, when the mind becomes a jina zhongmei building, your memory like a dwelling homes attract all sweet and harmonious music;! at that time, that is, the lonely palpitate, pain, PCT or grief becomes your destiny, you will still Cup joy of tenderness along these health ideas recall me up, and I this exhortation of! even if I go somewhere else and then also hear the sound of your lovely, can't you wild eyes saw me in the past life of bright one by one you won't forget me in this charming Riverside stand side by side once; and me, a long-term worship nature, once again, the pious heart not less: is said with a cavity more warm love ��! more simple, more sacred love. You will not forget, after years of wander all over the world, the meandering of separation, these towering forests and steep cliffs, the green of the countryside, the more I feel close to, their own charm, but also your sake. (Wang Jian Zhao-translated)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------sleeping have covered my my mind sleeping mask my soul had been, I have no fear of man; she is indifferent to the earthly phase of transgression, as if the feeling is lost. Now she is not moving, not your strength, nothing to see, together with the rocks and trees, with the Earth rotation cycle. (Peng least kin-translated)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------she lives in Ivar small roadside she lives in Ivar small street, in the pigeon River dwelling, where no one praise this girl, but also rare someone would love her. She is like not seeing violet is covered with MOSS rock half mask! she is beautiful like a frosty solitude blinks in the horizon. She is known to live, almost no one knows when she died; but now Lucy graves have been lying, for me, the world has not. (The flying translated)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------I have had the strange impulse I have strange impulse, I dare say frankly (However, only the lover heard) here's what happened. Then, I love face, like the color of roses June; pale moonlight evening. I go to her under the mountain cottage. I'm watching the Moon, through the vast flat parsley; my horse brisked, my favourite track. We went to the garden, then boarded a piece of the mountain, at this point, the Moon is slowly falling, near Lucy's roof. I dropped into a soft dream �C the creator gave treasures! I hope the two eyes always firmly set whose of falling slowly. My horse, refused to stop running shoe, step by step forward: I saw the Moon sank suddenly fell to behind the hut. What weird ideas, crazy and silly, will slip into the lover's mind! "Golly!" I cry out to myself, "what if Lucy would die!" (Deyu translated)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------I have had in the middle of a stranger sojourns among strangers I had, in the distant overseas; England!, I didn't know how much I love you. Finally, the blue dream! I don't leave you travelled far; my heart to you a real time longer Yu. In your mountain, I finally get the coveted, Tim; my beloved creature rides his spinning wheel, sitting in the United Kingdom by the fireside. Your morning show's you night cover is Lucy recreation of the garden; Lucy, she finally saw one eye is your green green grass. (Deyu translated)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Westminster Bridge on Earth nothing more beautiful scenery here: If there are who, on the magnificent scenery was indifferent and moving, it is the soul of numbness; look at the city, like new with a collar robe, covered with bright light, look around you: ships, minaret, theatre, Church, huts, which was, frankly, to country, from the sky red dew, in the dust is not stained atmosphere Wu Hsiu-ching. Sun gold scattering the cloth to Canyon Hill Cemetery, nor more than this morning; I fancy it seen, felt this deep tranquility! River flows from the Xu's own heart; God Oh! thousand doors million is sleeping not wake up, this entire vast heart still rest! (Deyu translated)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------I wandered lonely as a cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud on the hills and valleys, all of a sudden I saw a group of golden daffodils spring open, in the shade, at the edge of the Lake, the breeze mermaids. Sprawing, such as starry, sparkled in the Galaxy, they walked along the edge of the Lake and Bay extends into endless row; I see the ten thousand flower among the happy dance fluctuations in turbulence. Gleam in dancing, narcissus fun but is better than water; and thus the gay partner, how can the dissatisfaction with the heart poet! I gaze for a long time, but cannot imagine how much this marvel in the empowerment I treasure �� every time I lay in bed without sleep, or completely empty eyes, or silent meditation, they oftenIn mind, it was the loneliness of well-being; therefore my heart would rise full happiness, and dance together the narcissus. (The flying translated)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------lonely girls MAK, cutting a lonely girl in high altitude far fields harvesting, cutting side, singing alone �� please stand up Butterfly walks through the PCT or! she herself began cutting and Bale, sing the song of the infinite and dreary, breath sounds! deeper Valley has been singing rose up and overflow! also never Nightingale sing, sing a hundred so enchanting song, in the desert between comfort in the shade too weary travellers; also never cuckoo sing spring, are so shocked the soul, in the distant Hubley bottom Islands broke the sea solitude. She sings what, can anyone tell me? sad note constantly flow Chung, distant not Yu say? is the ancient war reciting? maybe her songs more humble-him, just like you sing today ordinary, just sing the natural grief pain �� have undergone yesterday, tomorrow will meet again? girl sing, I guess not, her songs like water never end; her work, while singing side bends with sickle, toiling over ... I contemplate fixed, to hear her sing, then, when I reached the top of the Hill, while the song already heard, it was still in my mind. (The flying translated)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------we are seven I met a village girl: she said she was only eight open; bushy hair volume volume from the Quartet wrapped her little head. She brought the mountains wilderness of flavor, clothing also brought a rustic: her eyes are beautiful, very beautiful; her beauty makes me happy. "Girl, you have a few, your brothers and sisters?" and "few? there are seven," she said, looking at me like I don't understand. "Where are they?, please tell me. "" We are seven, "she replied," two way's run to the sea, two homes in the contoso. "My little sister, little brother, two are lying in the Tomb Park, I seated in the Tomb park cabin, with mother, not far away from them. "" You said two runs to the sea, two homes in the Contoso may also said to be seven!-please tell me, how was it good girl. "" A total of seven female and male, "the girl answered right away, it has two lie in the Tomb Park in the grave the tree. "" You running around, my little girl, your hands are flexible; since there are two buried into the graves, and you've got five. "The girl answered," their fentou see a patch of green, twelve step to mother's door, two of them are closer together. "I used to go to weave my maowa, give my handkerchief hemming; I often get there to go sit down, singing to their pastime. "The sunset, dusk, if the weather is fine, black late, I often bring in small bowl, where to eat my dinner. "The first one is the jinni sister, she lay in bed screaming, God put her pain solution, she quietly dropped. "So she settled in grave Garden; we want to go out for a game, the grass is not wet, around her grave mound--me and John little brother. "The ground covered with snow, I can be slippery slope, John little brother can also have a go, he was lying to her. "I said," since they were both up to the skies, you much, then? "replied the little girl at once and again:" we are seven. "The evolution of translated 1798