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英语现在已经发展成为一个在世界范围内使用最广泛的语言。英语作为英美 文化 信息的载体和表现形式,一度深深地烙上了英美独有的文化印记。下面是我带来的优秀英语 文章 朗读，欢迎阅读!优秀英语文章朗读篇一 The silent village In this much-travelled world, there are still thousands of places which are inaccessible to tourists. We always assume that villagers in remote places are friendly and hospitable. But people who are cut off not only from foreign tourists, but even from their own countrymen can be hostile to travellers. Visits to really remote villages are seldom enjoyable--as my wife and I discovered during a tour through the Balkans. We had spent several days in a small town and visited a number of old churches in the vicinity. These attracted many visitors for they were not only of great architectural interest, but contained a large number of beautifully preserved frescoes as well. On the day before our departure, several bus loads of tourists descended on the town. This was more than we could bear, so we decided to spend our last day exploring the countryside. Taking a path which led out of the town, we crossed a few fields until we came to a dense wood. We expected the path to end abruptly, but we found that it traced its way through the trees. We tramped through the wood for over two hours until we arrived at a deep stream. We could see that the path continued on the other side, but we had no idea how we could get across the stream. Suddenly my wife spotted a boat moored to the bank. In it there was a boatman fast asleep. We gently woke him up and asked him to ferry us to the other side. Though he was reluctant to do so at first, we eventually persuaded him to take us. The path led to a tiny village perched on the steep sides of a mountain. The place consisted of a straggling unmade road which was lined on either side by small houses. Even under a clear blue sky, the village looked forbidding, as all the houses were built of grey mud bricks. The village seemed deserted, the only sign of life being an ugly-looking black goat tied to a tree on a short length of rope in a field nearby. Sitting down on a dilapidated wooden fence near the field, we opened a couple of tins of sardines and had a picnic lunch. All at once, I noticed that my wife seemed to be filled with alarm. Looking up I saw that we were surrounded by children in rags who were looking at us silently as we ate. We offered them food and spoke to them kindly, but they remained motionless. I concluded that they were simply shy of strangers. When we later walked down the main street of the village, we were followed by a silent procession of children. The village which had seemed deserted, immediately came to life. Faces appeared at windows. Men in shirt sleeves stood outside their houses and glared at us. Old women in black shawls peered at us from door-ways. The most frightening thing of all was that not a sound could be heard. There was no doubt that we were unwelcome visitors. We needed no further warning. Turning back down the main street, we quickened our pace and made our way rapidly towards the stream where we hoped the boatman was waiting. 在这个旅游频繁的世界上，仍有成千上万个游人足迹未至的地方。人们总是以为偏僻的地方的村民们热情好客。但是，那些不但与外国旅游者隔绝，而且与本国同胞隔绝的人们有可能对游客抱有敌意。到真正偏僻的村庄去旅游并不是一件愉快的事情。我与妻子在一次周游巴尔干半岛时对此深有体会。 我们在一座小镇上逗留了几天，参观了附近的许多古老的教堂。这些教堂吸引大量游客，不仅是因为建筑风格奇特，而且还有大量保存完好的壁画。我们离开小镇的前一天，镇上来了几辆满载游客的公共汽车。人多得使我们难以忍受，于是我们决定利用最后一天去乡间一游。我们走上了一条出镇的小路，穿过几块农田，来到一片茂密的树林。我们原以为小路会到此突然终止。没想到它到树林中继续向前延伸。我们在树林中跋涉了两个多小时，到了一条深溪边。我们可以看到小路在深溪对岸继续向前伸展，但却不知如何越过这道深溪。突然，妻子发现岸边泊着一条小船，船上有一船夫在呼呼大睡。我们轻轻地把他唤醒，请他把我们摆渡过溪。一开始，他很不愿意，但经劝说，终于同意了。 顺着小路，我们来到一个座落在陡峭山坡上的小村庄。这儿有一条未经修筑的弯弯曲曲的道路，路两边排列着一些矮小的农舍。农舍全用灰色的土坯建成，因此，即使在晴朗的蓝天底下，村庄看上去也会令人感到难以亲近。村里似乎无人居住，唯一的生命迹象是附近田里一只面目可憎的黑山羊，用一截短绳拴在一棵树上。我们在田边一堵东倒西歪的篱笆墙上坐下来，打开几听沙丁鱼罐头，吃了一顿野外午餐。突然，我注意到妻子十分惊恐。我抬头一看，发现我们被一群衣衫褴褛的小孩团团围住了，他们在默不作声地看着我们吃饭。我们给他们东西吃，客客气气地同他们交谈，但他们却一动也不动。我认为这不过是他们在陌生人面前表现出的害羞。后来，我们在村里的主要街道上行走的时候，一队默不作声的孩子跟在我们后头。刚才还似乎空荡荡的村庄一下子活跃了起来，窗口露出了一张张面孔，只穿着衬衣的男人们站在屋子外面凶狠地盯着我们，披黑纱巾的老妇人站在门口偷偷地瞅着我们。最令人害怕的是到处没有一点声音。毫无疑问，我们的来访是不受欢迎的。我们不需要进一步的警告了。便掉转身子，沿着那条主要街道加快步伐，快速地朝深溪边走去，希望船夫还在那儿等着我们。 优秀英语文章朗读篇二 The Ideal Servant It is a good thing my aunt Harriet died years ago. If she were alive today she would not be able to air her views on her favourite topic of conversation: domestic servants. Aunt Harriet lived in that leisurely age when servants were employed to do housework. She had a huge, rambling country house called 'The Gables'. She was sentimentally attached to this house, for even though it was far too big for her needs, she persisted in living there long after her husband's death. Before she grew old, aunt Harriet used to entertain lavishly. I often visited The Gables when I was a boy. No matter how many guests were present, the great house was always immaculate. The parquet floors shone like mirrors; highly polished silver was displayed in gleaming glass cabinets; even my uncle's huge collection of books was kept miraculously free from dust. Aunt Harriet presided over an invisible army of servants that continuously scrubbed, cleaned, and polished. She always referred to them as' the shifting population', for they came and went with such frequency that I never even got a chance to learn their names, Though my aunt pursued what was, in those days, an enlightened policy in that she never allowed her domestic staff to work more than eight hours a day, she was extremely difficult to please. While she always decried the fickleness of human nature, she carried on an unrelenting search for the ideal servant to the end of her days, even after she had been sadly disillusioned by Bessie. Bessie worked for aunt Harriet for three years. During that time she so gained my aunt's confidence, that she was put in charge of the domestic staff. Aunt Hariet could not find words to praise Bessie's industry and efficiency. In addition to all her other qualifications, Bessie was an expert cook. She acted the role of the perfect servant for three years before aunt Harriet discovered her 'little weakness'. After being absent from The Gables for a week, my aunt unexpectedly returned one afternoon with a party of guests and instructed Bessie to prepare dinner. Not only was the meal well below the usual standard, but Bessie seemed unable to walk steadily. She bumped into the furniture and kept mumbling about the guests. When she came in with the last course—a huge pudding-she tripped on the carpet and the pudding went flying through the air, narrowly missed my aunt, and crashed on the dining table with considerable force. Though this occasioned great mirth among the guests, aunt Harriet was horrified. She reluctantly came to the conclusion that Bessie was drunk. The guests had, of course, realized this from the moment Bessie opened the door for them and, long before the final catastrophe, had had a difficult time trying to conceal their amusement. The poor girl was dismissed instantly. After her departure, aunt Harriet discovered that there were piles of empty wine bottles of all shapes and sizes neatly stacked in what had once been Bessie's wardrobe. They had mysteriously found their way there from the wine-cellar! 我的姑妈哈丽特好多年前就去世了，这倒是件好事。如果她活到今天，她将不能就她热衷的话题“佣人”发表意见了。哈丽特生活在一个悠闲的年代，家务事都由雇来的佣人代劳。她在乡下有一幢巨大杂乱的房子，叫作“山墙庄园”。她对这幢房子在感情上难舍难分。房子实在太大了，但在丈夫去世多年后，她仍然执意长年住在那儿。哈丽特姑妈年轻时，喜欢大摆宴席，招待宾客。我小时候常去“山墙庄园”作客。不管去多少宾客，大房子里总是收拾得干干净净。镶木地板洁如明镜，擦得发亮的银器陈列在明亮的玻璃柜里，连姑夫的大量藏书也保存得很好，奇迹般地一尘不染。哈丽特姑妈统率着一支看不见的佣人大军，他们不停地擦拭、清扫、刷洗。她称这些佣人叫“流动人口”，因为他们来匆匆，所以我甚至都没有机会知道他们的姓名。姑妈待佣人在当时算是开明的，从来不让佣人每天工作超过8小时，但他们很难使她称心如意。她一方面总是批评人的本性朝三暮四，另一方面她又持之以恒地寻找一个理想的佣人。即使在贝西大大地伤她的心之后，她还在找，一直到她死去。 贝西在哈丽特家干了3年。在此期间，她赢得了姑母的赏识，甚至当上了大管家。哈丽特不知该用什么言辞来赞扬贝西的勤奋与高效。贝西除了有各种本领以外，还是一个烹饪大师。她担任“理想仆人”角色3年之后，哈丽特终于发现她有“小小的弱点”。一次，姑妈有一个星期没在“山墙庄园”住。一天下午，她出其不意地回来了，带来一大批客人，吩咐贝西准备晚饭。结果，不仅饭菜远不如平时做得好，而且贝西走起路来似乎东倒西歪。她撞到了家具上，嘴里还不断咕咕哝哝议论客人。当她端着最后一道菜——一大盘布丁——走进屋来时，在地毯上绊了一跤。布丁飞到半空，从姑母身边擦过，然后狠狠地砸在餐桌上。这件事引起了客人们的欢笑，但哈丽特却着实吓了一跳。她不得不认定贝西是喝醉了。客人们自然从贝西为他们开门那一刻起就看出来了，在好长一段时间里，即最后这个乱子发生前，他们努力克制才没笑出声来。贝西当即被解雇了。贝西走后，哈丽特姑妈发现在贝西以前用过的衣柜里整整齐齐地放着一堆堆形状各导、大小不一的酒瓶子。这些酒瓶神不知鬼不觉地从酒窖来到了这里。 优秀英语文章朗读篇三 New Year Resolutions The New Year is a time for resolutions. Mentally, at least, most of us could compile formidable lists of ' do's' and' don'ts '. The same old favourites recur year in year out with monotonous regularity. We resolve to get up earlier each morning, eat less, find more time to play with the children, do a thousand and one jobs about the house, be nice to people we don't like, drive carefully, and take the dog for a walk every day. Past experience has taught us that certain accomplishments are beyond attainment. If we remain inveterate smokers, it is only because we have so often experienced the frustration that results from failure. Most of us fail in our efforts at self-improvement because our schemes are too ambitious and we never have time to carry them out. We also make the fundamental error of announcing our resolutions to everybody so that we look even more foolish when we slip back into our bad old ways. Aware of these pitfalls, this year I attempted to keep my resolutions to myself. I limited myself to two modest ambitions: to do physical exercises every morning and to read more of an evening. An all-night party on New Year's Eve, provided me with a good excuse for not carrying out either of these new resolutions on the first day of the year, but on the second, I applied myself assiduously to the task. The daily exercises lasted only eleven minutes and I proposed to do them early in the morning before anyone had got up. The self-discipline required to drag myself out of bed eleven minutes earlier than usual was considerable. Nevertheless, I managed to creep down into the living-room for two days before anyone found me out. After jumping about on the carpet and twisting the human frame into uncomfortable positions, I sat down at the breakfast table in an exhausted condition. It was this that betrayed me. The next morning the whole family trooped in to watch the performance. That was really unsettling but I fended off the taunts and jibes of the family good-humouredly and soon everybody got used to the idea. However, my enthusiasm waned. The time I spent at exercises gradually diminished. Little by little the eleven minutes fell to zero. By January 10th, I was back to where I had started from. I argued that if I spent less time exhausting myself at exercises in the morning I would keep my mind fresh for reading when I got home from work. Resisting the hypnotizing effect of television, I sat in my room for a few evenings with my eyes glued to a book, one night, however, feeling cold and lonely, I went downstairs and sat in front of the television pretending to read. That proved to be my undoing, for I soon got back to my old bad habit of dozing off in front of the screen. I still haven't given up my resolution to do more reading. In fact, I have just bought a book entitled 'How to Read a Thousand Words a Minute'. Perhaps it will solve my problem, but I just haven't had time to read it! 新年是下决心的时候，至少在大多数人的心里会编排出一份“应做什么”和“不应做什么”的令人生畏的单子。相同的决心以单调的规律年复一年地出现。我们决心每天早晨起得早些;吃得少些;多花点时间与孩子们一起做游戏;做大量的家务;对不喜欢的人友善一些;小心驾车;每天都要带着狗散步;等等。以往的 经验 告诉我们有些事是办不到的。如果我们烟瘾大，戒不掉，那是因为屡戒屡败，失去信心。我们大多数人想自我完善却遭到失败，这是因为我们的规划过于宏大，而又根本没有时间去实施。我们还犯有一个根本性的错误，即把我们的决心向大家宣布。这样一旦滑回到那些老习惯上去，我们在别人的眼里会显得更加难堪。我深知这些问题，于是，今年我对自己的计划要严加保密，只给自己定下两项适中的任务;每天早上锻炼身体，每天晚上多看点书。新年 除夕 举办的一次通宵晚会，使我理直气壮地在新年头一天免去了这两项任务。不过，新年第二天，我全力以赴地照着去做了。 早锻炼一共只有11分钟，我打算在别人起床之前进行。这就要求我比平时早11分钟把自己从床上拽起来，这种自我约束是很艰苦的。不过开头两天我还是成功地蹑手蹑脚地来到楼下起居室，被谁也没发现。我在地毯上跳来蹦过去，扭曲身子，摆出各种姿势，弄得浑身不舒服，然后坐到桌边吃早饭，一副筋疲力尽的样子。正是这副模样泄露了我的秘密。第二天早晨全家人结队来到起居室看我表演。这真叫人不好意思，但我心平气和地顶住全家人的嘲笑和奚落。不久，大家对我习以为常了，而这时我的热情却减退了。我花在锻炼上的时间逐渐减少，慢慢地从11分钟减到了零。到了1月10日，我恢复了原来的作息时间。我辩解说，早晨少耗费精力锻炼，晚上下班回家看书时头脑更清醒些。有几天晚上，我极力摆脱了电视的诱惑，坐在自己的房间里，两眼盯在书上。可是，有一天夜里，我感到又冷又孤单，便来到楼下坐在电视机前假装看书。这下我可完了，因为不一会儿，我就恢复了以前的坏习惯，在屏幕前打起瞌睡来。但我还没有放弃多看些书的决心。事实上，我刚买来一本叫《一分钟读一千字的诀窍》的书。也许这本书能解决我的问题，但我一直还没时间去看这本书!

drunk读音为［drʌŋk]。

释义：

v.喝，饮；喝酒（drink的过去分词）

adj.喝醉的；陶醉的

n.醉汉，醉酒者，酒鬼；＜非正式＞纵饮，醉酒

变形：

复数drunks、比较级drunker或more drunk、最高级drunkest或most drunk

短语：

get drunk 喝醉

drunk driving 酒后开车

drunk , drunken区别：

一、在句子中的用法不同

1、drunk：可以用作表语，在当代英语中，drunk也可用作定语。

2、drunken：drunken只用作定语。

二、词性不同

1、drunk：形容词、名词词性。

2、drunken：仅形容词词性。

文学是一种语言艺术,诗歌又历来被视作文学的最高形式。学习英语诗歌不但有助于开阔视野,陶冶性情,而且对于英语学习有很大帮助。我精心收集了初中英语诗歌朗诵稿，供大家欣赏学习!

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

写在教堂墓地的挽歌

Thomas Gray

托马斯 格雷

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

黄昏时分敲响了晚钟，

The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea.

牛羊在草地上鸣叫归笼。

The plowman homeward plods his weary way,

农夫疲惫地走在回家的路上，

And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

把整个世界留给了黄昏与我。

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,

大地微光正慢慢消尽，

And all the air a solemn stillness holds,

四周肃穆宁静。

Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,

只有甲壳虫在空中飞舞，

And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;

昏沉的铃声催眠着远处的羊栏。

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower

还有那长满青藤的塔楼上，

The moping owl does to the moon complain

一只忧郁的猫头鹰对月亮发着怨气。

Of such,as wandering near her secret bower,

说有人走近了她秘密的闺房，

Molest her ancient solitary reign.

扰乱了她那悠久而幽静的领地。

Beneath those rugged elms,that yew tree's shade,

峥嵘的榆树底下，紫杉的绿荫里，

Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,

累累荒冢在绿草中隆起。

Each in his narrow cell forever laid,

个个都长眠在小小的幽室中，

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

小村里粗鄙的父老在那里安睡。

The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,

芬芳的晨风在轻唤，

The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,

茅屋的燕语在呢喃。

The cock,s shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,

号角回荡，雄鸡高啼，

No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed

再也不能把他们唤出九泉。

For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,

熊熊的灶火不再为他们而燃烧，

Or busy housewife ply her evening care;

主妇也不再为他们做晚饭。

No children run to lisp their sire’s return,

孩子们也不再迎接父亲的到来，

Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.

也不会再趴到父亲的膝上索吻撒娇。

Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,

过去他们常拿镰刀去收割庄稼，

Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;

顽梗的泥板让他们犁出了垄沟;

How jocund did they drive their team afield!

一棵棵树木在他们刀下放倒，

How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

赶着牲口下地，他们是何等的欣喜!

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,

有抱负的人别嘲笑他们的辛苦，

Their homely joys,and destiny obscure ;

他们的欢乐太家常，他们的命运太寻常。

Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile,

高贵的人也勿对他们冷笑，

The short and simple annals of the poor.

来听听穷人们简约的"家国兴亡”。

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,

无论什么炫耀的功勋与权势，

And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,

无论美丑，无论贫富，

Awaits alike the inevitable hour.

大限之时准不一样。

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

极度荣光也是通往坟墓。

Ode on a Grecian Urn

希腊古瓮颂

John Keats

约翰 济慈

Thou still unravished bride of quietness,

你仍是宁静未过门的新娘，

Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,

你皇寂静与悠长岁月的养女，

Sylvan historian,who canst thus express

嗬，田园的史家，你竟能如此描述

A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme：

一个如花的故事，比诗还瑰丽：

What leaMringed legend haunts about thy shape

在你的形体上，岂非缭绕着

Of deities or mortals,or of both,

古老的传说，以绿叶为其边缘;

In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?

讲着人或神，敦陂或阿卡狄?

What men or gods are these? What maidens loath?

嗬，是什么人，什么神!在舞乐前

What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?

多热烈地追求!少女怎样地逃!

What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

又是怎样的笛子和手鼓?怎样狂野地着迷?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

乐曲传美妙，无声胜有声;

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

因此，柔情的风笛，你尽情地吹;

Not to the sensual ear,but, more endeared,

无声的小曲不是吹给肉耳听的，

Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone ：

而是与更钟爱的人两心相期。

Fair youth,beneath the trees,thou canst not leave

那树下的美少年歌永不歇，

Thy song,nor ever can those trees be bare ;

那树上的绿叶也永不凋零，

Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,

大胆的恋人也永远吻不到她，

Though winning near the goal~yet, do not grieve;

虽然离目的还差一步——但你也别生悲切

She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,

虽然你还没有吻她的福气，但她永远不会老，

Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

你的爱永恒，她的美永恒!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed

嗬，幸福的树木!你的枝叶

Your leaves,nor ever bid the Spring adieu ;

不会剥落，从不曾离开春天;

And, happy melodist, unwearied,

琴师也有幸，精力永旺盛，

Forever piping songs forever new;

吹奏万古常新的乐曲;

More happy love! more happy, happy love!

嗬，更为幸福的爱情，格外幸福的爱情!

Forever warm and still to be enjoyed,

永远温暖，令人欢慰，

Forever panting,and forever young ;

永远激情，永远年轻;

All breathing human passion far above,

这爱情超越了人间的爱情;

That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,

那人间的爱情让人生厌，叫人伤心，

A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

让人额头发烫，焦灼人的舌根。

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?

这些献祭的人是谁

To what green altar,o mysterious priest,

哦，神秘的祭司，走上神圣的祭坛，

Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,

这头小母牛披彩缎，饰花环，

And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed?

对着苍天哞哞叫喊，啊，

What little town by river or sea-shore,

是从哪个傍河傍海的小镇，

Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,

或哪个静静的堡寨山村，

Is emptied of this folk, this pious mom?

来了这些人，在这虔诚的清晨?

And, little town, thy streets for evermore

嗬，小镇，你的街道永远恬静;

Will silent be; and not a soul to tell

没有一个人能赶回来，告诉你

Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.

为什么你是这样荒凉静寂。

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede

啊，形状高雅!姿态美好

Of marble men and maidens overwrought,

上面细刻着大理石的男女之像，

With forest branches and the trodden weed;

那画图里头上有树枝、脚下有青草，

Thou,silent form,dost tease us out of thought

你嘲笑得我们不知如何是好，你这无言的形状，

As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral!

就像永恒嘲笑我们一样;你这苍凉的田园风光!

When old age shall this generation waste,

当衰老把我们这代人消磨殆尽，

Thou shalt remain,in midst of other woe

你仍留在下一代更痛苦的人之中，

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st

你对他们说，你是人类的友人，

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," that is all

"美即是真，真即是美"这就包括 在这世界上，

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

我们所知和需知的一切。

Kubla khan

忽必烈汗

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

塞缪尔 泰勒 柯勒律治

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

忽必烈在上都颁了一道昭书：

A stately pleasure dome decree：

建一座堂皇奢华的欢乐宫。

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

这地方有圣河亚佛流奔，

Through caverns measureless to man

那宫殿多洞穴难测其底。

Down to a sunless sea.

那河流流到海深暗蒙迷。

So twice five miles of fertile ground

那皇宫占土地方圆十里，

With walls and towers were girdled round：

四周围上楼塔和城墙：

And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills

那里有花园，蜿蜒的溪河在其间闪耀，

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

园里树枝上鲜花盛开，一片芬芳;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

御园内树参天与山同古，

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

树林间草如茵阳光充足。

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

那园间有深谷浩渺玄妙，

Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

沿青山跨松林斜插远岙。

A savage place, as holy and enchanted

蛮荒地显神圣久具魅力，

As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted

恰似那微月下有女出没，

By woman wailing for her demon lover.

此女子为她的魔鬼情郎而凄声号哭!

And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething

有巨泉自深谷喷涌而出，

As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

似乎这土地正喘息在快速而猛烈的悸动中，

A mighty fountain momently was forced ：

又恰似急呼吸苍茫大地。

Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst

那飞瀑喷涌间时续时断，

Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,

夹带着大碎石如冰雹乱窜，

Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail：

或者像打稻人连枷下一撮撮新稻;

And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever

在这些舞蹈的碎石中间，

It flung up momently the sacred river.

迸发出那条神圣的溪河。

Five miles meandering with a mazy motion

五里路蜿蜒流入迷宫，

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,

穿森林越深谷水流凉凉，

Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

于是到达了深不可测的洞门，

And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean ：

到最后带咆哮流入无声息的海中。

And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

咆哮中忽必烈侧耳聆听，

Ancestral voices prophesying war!

遥远处诸远祖预示战争!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure

欢乐宫有倒影

Floated midway on the waves ;

宛在水波的中央漂动;

Where was heard the mingled measure

这儿能听到泉声与洞穴和谐的音韵，

From the fountain and the caves.

让人听得真真切切。

It was a miracle of rare device,

此宫设计得颇具天工，

A sunny pleasure dome with caves of ice!

阳光灿烂的欢乐宫，连同那雪窟冰窖!

A damsel with a dulcimer

幻觉中我曾看见

In a vision once I saw：

弹古琴的一丽媛。

It was an Abyssinian maid,

她来自东非海岸，

And on her dulcimer she played,

口唱阿巴拉山歌，

Singing of Mount Abora.

手挥古老的五弦。

Could I revive within me

她的容颜与歌曲都已飘逝，

Her symphony and song,

我如果能忆起，

To such a deep delight would win me,

我将会大欣喜。

That with music loud and long,

以至于我要用高朗而又长久的音乐，

I would build that dome in air,

在空中建楼阁。

That sunny dome! those caves of ice!

建起那朝阳官，还有那雪窟冰窖!

And all who heard should see them there,

听音乐的人都能看见，

And all should cry, Beware!

他们全都会喊：当心!当心!

Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair!

他，发彩飘飞，双眼如电!

Weave a circle round him thrice,

赶紧绕他转三圈，

And colse your eyes with holy dread,

心带神圣畏惧闭上了双眼，

For he on honeydew hath fed,

他以天国琼浆为饮，

And drunk the milk of Paradise.

以天国甘露为餐。