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Song Ode to a Nightingale
Artist Mark Bradshaw
Album Bright Star (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
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[00:00.00] 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 nut 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 verduous glooms and winding mossy ways.
[02:55.166] I cannot se 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 eas 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?
[00:00.00] zuo ci : 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 Lethewards 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 fullthroated ease.
[01:07.741] O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
[01:10.841] Cooled a long age in the deepdelved 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 purplestained 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 spectrethin, and dies
[02:07.144] Where nut to think is to be full of sorrow
[02:09.392] And leadeneyed despairs
[02:12.543] Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
[02:15.895] Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow.
[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 QueenMoon 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 verduous glooms and winding mossy ways.
[02:55.166] I cannot se 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 fruittree wild
[03:10.811] White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine
[03:14.62] Fast fading violets covered up in leaves
[03:17.619] And midMay' s eldest child,
[03:20.165] The coming muskrose, 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 eas heard
[04:17.832] In ancient days by emperor and clown:
[04:21.287] Perhaps the selfsame 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 ofttimes 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 hillside and now ' tis buried deep
[05:08.982] In the next valleyglades:
[05:12.29] Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
[05:16.346] Fled is that music Do I wake or sleep?
[00:00.00] zuò cí : 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 Lethewards 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 fullthroated ease.
[01:07.741] O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
[01:10.841] Cooled a long age in the deepdelved 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 purplestained 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 spectrethin, and dies
[02:07.144] Where nut to think is to be full of sorrow
[02:09.392] And leadeneyed despairs
[02:12.543] Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
[02:15.895] Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow.
[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 QueenMoon 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 verduous glooms and winding mossy ways.
[02:55.166] I cannot se 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 fruittree wild
[03:10.811] White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine
[03:14.62] Fast fading violets covered up in leaves
[03:17.619] And midMay' s eldest child,
[03:20.165] The coming muskrose, 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 eas heard
[04:17.832] In ancient days by emperor and clown:
[04:21.287] Perhaps the selfsame 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 ofttimes 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 hillside and now ' tis buried deep
[05:08.982] In the next valleyglades:
[05:12.29] Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
[05:16.346] Fled is that music Do I wake or sleep?
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