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Sweet and low , sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying noon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon;
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
轻轻地，柔和地
阿尔弗雷德·丁尼生
轻轻地，柔和地，轻轻地，柔和地，
西方吹来海风；
轻轻地，柔和地吹拂，
西方吹来海风！
西边吹来，月色朦胧，
吹过波涛汹涌；
吹得他回家呵，
亲亲睡着的宝宝，可爱的宝贝。
睡吧，休息；睡吧，休息，
爸爸一会儿就来；
睡吧，睡在妈妈怀里，
爸爸一会儿就来；
从西方归来，扬起银色风帆，
映着银色月光，飘洋过海，
来看宝宝——安睡在家里；
睡吧，小宝贝，睡吧，可爱的宝贝。
丁尼生（1809-1892），生于英国林肯郡，出身牧师家庭，兄弟均有诗才，早年曾合作出版诗集Poems by Two Brothers。名作有《抒情诗集》（Poems: Chiefly Lyrical）、《悼亡诗——纪念汉勒姆》（In Memoriam A.H.H.）、《公主》（The Princess）《毛特》（Maud）、《君王叙事组诗》（ Idylls of the King）。
A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.
Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o'er thee thy mother weep
Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me
Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,
Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.
William Blake
A Cradle Song
THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God's laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.
William Butler Yeats
O men from the fields,
Come gently within,
Tread softly, softly,
O men, coming in...
mavourneen is going
From me and from you
Where Mary will fold him
With mantle of blue,
From reek of the smoke
And cold of the floor
And peering of things
Across the half-door.
O men from the fields,
Softly, softly come through;
Mary puts round him
Her mantle of blue.
chinese crandle song
月儿明,风儿静,树叶儿遮窗棂~啊.
蛐蛐儿叫铮铮,
好比那琴筝儿声~啊.
琴声儿轻,声儿动听,摇蓝轻摆动~啊~啊.
娘的宝宝闭上眼睛,
睡了那个睡在梦中~啊。
~啊~啊~~
报时钟,响叮咚,夜深人儿静~啊.
小宝宝快长大,为祖国立大功~啊.
月儿明,风儿那个静,摇蓝轻摆动~啊~啊.
娘的宝宝睡在梦中,
微微地露了笑容~啊.
~啊~啊 |
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发表于 2009-6-21 11:47:32
