Ode To A Nightingale - Mark Bradshaw.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : John Keats
[00:32.884]My heart aches,and a drowsy numbness pains
[00:36.541]My sense,as though of hemlock I had drunk,
[00:41.314]Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
[00:43.703]One minute past,and Lethe-wards had sunk:
[00:48.633]'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
[00:51.532]But being too happy in thine happiness --
[00:54.783]That thou,light winged Dryad of the trees,
[00:57.984]In some melodious plot
[01:00.321]Of beechen green,and shadows numberless,
[01:01.589]Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
[01:07.741]O,for a draught of vintage!that hath been
[01:10.841]Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth,
[01:13.939]Tasting of Flora and the country green,
[01:16.896]Dance,and Provencal song,and sunburnt mirth!
[01:21.574]O for a beaker full of the warm South,
[01:24.472]Full of the true,the blushful Hippocrene,
[01:28.277]With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
[01:31.69]And purple-stained mouth,
[01:33.863]That I may drink,and leave the world unseen,
[01:38.447]And with thee fade away into the forest dim.
[01:43.221]Fade far away,dissolve,and quite forget
[01:47.744]What thou amongst the leaves hast never known,
[01:51.94]The weariness,the fever,and the fret
[01:54.954]Here,where men sit and hear each other groan;
[01:58.510]Where palsy shakes a few,sad,last grey hairs.
[02:02.575]Where youth grows pale,and spectre-thin,and dies;
[02:07.144]Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
[02:09.392]And leaden-eyed despairs;
[02:12.543]Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
[02:15.895]Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
[02:20.564]Away!away!for I will fly to thee,
[02:24.734]Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
[02:27.985]But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
[02:30.982]Though the dull brain perplexes and retards.
[02:34.640]Already with thee!tender is the night,
[02:38.649]And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
[02:41.700]Clustered around by all her starry Fays;
[02:45.103]But here there is no light,
[02:47.494]Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
[02:50.187]Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
[02:55.166]I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
[02:58.263]Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
[03:01.772]But,in embalmed darkness,guess each sweet
[03:05.123]Wherewith the seasonable month endows
[03:06.950]The grass,the thicket,and the fruit-tree wild --
[03:10.811]White hawthorn,and the pastoral eglantine;
[03:14.62]Fast fading violets covered up in leaves;
[03:17.619]And mid-May's eldest child,
[03:20.165]The coming musk-rose,full of dewy wine,
[03:24.284]The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
[03:30.122]Darkling I listen;and for many a time
[03:34.490]I have been half in love with easeful Death,
[03:38.103]Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
[03:41.605]To take into the air my quiet breath;
[03:45.668]Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
[03:48.968]To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
[03:52.471]While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
[03:55.169]In such an ecstasy!
[03:57.303]Still wouldst thou sing,and I have ears in vain --
[04:02.60]To thy high requiem become a sod.
[04:07.188]Thou wast not born for death,immortal Bird!
[04:11.224]No hungry generations tread thee down;
[04:15.492]The voice I hear this passing night was heard
[04:17.832]In ancient days by emperor and clown:
[04:21.287]Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
[04:24.78]Through the sad heart of Ruth,when,sick for home,
[04:27.379]She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
[04:31.88]The same that oft-times hath
[04:32.513]Charmed magic casements,opening on the foam
[04:36.127]Of perilous seas,in faery lands forlorn.
[04:41.460]Forlorn!the very word is like a bell
[04:45.829]To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
[04:49.434]Adieu!the fancy cannot cheat so well
[04:52.961]As she is famed to do,deceiving elf.
[04:55.905]Adieu!adieu!thy plaintive anthem fades
[05:01.389]Past the near meadows,over the still stream,
[05:05.72]Up the hill-side;and now 'tis buried deep
[05:08.982]In the next valley-glades:
[05:12.29]Was it a vision,or a waking dream?
[05:16.346]Fled is that music --Do I wake or sleep?