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1、英文版O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o’er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear! IIThou on whose stream, mid the steep sky’s commotion, Loose clouds like earth’s decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine a?ry surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith’s height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear! IIIThou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull’d by the coil of his crystàlline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae’s bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave’s intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic’s level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear! IVIf I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed Scarce seem’d a vision; I would ne’er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chain’d and bow’d One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. VMake me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither’d leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguish’d hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken’d earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?《西风颂》雪莱1哦，犷野的西风，你秋之实体的气息!由于你无形无影的出现，万木萧疏，似鬼魅逃避驱魔巫师，蔫黄，魆黑，苍白，潮红，疫疠摧残的落叶无数，四散飘舞；哦，你又把有翅的种籽凌空运送到他们阴暗的越冬床圃；仿佛是一具具僵卧在坟墓里的尸体，他们将分别蛰伏，冷落而又凄凉，直到阳春你蔚蓝的姐妹向梦中的大地吹响她嘹亮的号角(如同牧放群羊，驱送香甜的花蕾到空气中觅食就饮)给高山平原注满生命的色彩和芬芳。
2、不羁的精灵，你啊，你到处运行；你破坏，你也保存，听，哦，听!2在你的川流上，在骚动的高空，纷乱的乌云，那雨和电的天使，正像大地凋零枯败的落叶无穷，挣脱天空和海洋交错缠接的柯枝，飘流奔泻；在你清虚的波涛表面，似梅娜德头上扬起的蓬勃青丝，从那茫茫地平线阴暗的边缘直到苍穹的绝顶，到处都散布着迫近的暴风雨飘摇翻腾的发卷。
3、你啊，垂死残年的挽歌，四合的夜幕在你聚集的全部水汽威力支撑下，将构成他那庞大墓穴的拱形顶部。
4、从你那雄浑磅礴的氛围，将迸发黑色的雨、火、冰雹；哦，听啊!3你，哦，是你把蓝色的地中海从梦中唤醒，他在一整个夏天都酣睡在贝伊湾一座浮石岛外，被澄澈的流水喧哗声催送入眠，梦见了古代的楼台、塔堡和宫闱，在澎湃汹涌的波光里不住地抖颤，全都长满了蔚蓝色苔藓和花卉，馨香馥郁，如醉的知觉难以描摹。
5、哦，为了给你让路，大西洋水豁然开裂，而在浩淼波澜深处，海底花藻和枝叶无汁的淤泥丛林，哦，由于把你的呼啸声辨认出，一时都惨然变色，胆怵心惊，战栗着自行凋落；听，哦，听!4我若是一朵轻捷的浮云，能随你同飞，我若是一片落叶，能为你所提携，我若是一重波浪，能喘息于你的神威，分享你雄强的脉搏，自由不羁，仅次于，哦，仅次于不可控制的你；我若能像在少年时，作为伴侣，随你同游天际，因为在那时节，似乎超越你天界的神速也不为奇迹；我也就不至于像现在这样急切，向你苦苦祈求。
6、哦，快把我飏起，就像你飏起波浪、浮云、落叶!我倾覆于人生的荆棘!我在流血!岁月的重负压制着的这一个太像你，像你一样，骄傲，不驯，而且敏捷。
7、5像你以森林演奏，请也以我为琴，哪怕我的叶片也像森林的一样凋谢!你那非凡和谐的慷慨激越之情，定能从森林和我同奏出深沉的秋乐，悲怆却又甘洌。
8、但愿你勇猛的精灵竟是我的魂魄，我能成为剽悍的你!请把我枯萎的思绪播送宇宙，就像你驱遣落叶催促新的生命，请凭借我这韵文写就的符咒，就像从未灭的余烬飏出炉灰和火星，把我的话语传遍天地间万户千家，通过我的嘴唇，向沉睡未醒的人境，让预言的号角奏鸣!哦，风啊，冬天如果来了，春天还会远吗?。
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