On A Dead Violet

On A Dead Violet 一朵枯萎的紫羅蘭

-----Percy Bysshe Shelley

The odor from the flower is gone 這一朵花失去暸香味，

Which like thy kisses breathed on me; 它象妳的吻，曾对我呼吸；

The color from the flower is flown 那鮮艷的顔色也已消褪，

Which glowed of thee and only thee! 不再閃燿着妳，唯一的妳！

A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form, 一個枯萎而僵死的形體，

It lies on my abandoned breast; 茫然畱在我淒涼的前胸，

And mocks the heart, which yet is warm, 它以冰冷而沉默的安息

With cold and silent rest. 折磨着這依舊火熱的心

I weep--my tears revive it not; 我哭了，眼淚不使它復生！

I sigh--it breathes no more on me: 我嘆息，沒有香氣撲向我！

Its mute and uncomplaining lot 唉，这沉默而無怨的宿命

Is such as mine should be. 虽是它的，可对我最適閤。

The New Colossus 新鉅人

-----by Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,不像那無恥的古希臘的青铜鉅人，

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;叉腿横跨徴服的陸地

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand在这海水衝洗的日落重門

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame将矗立起一位手持火炬的偉大女性

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.火燄是被囚禁着的閃電，

From her beacon-hand流放者们的母親就是她的姓名

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command手中歡迎全世界光臨的燈塔閃亮着，

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.她溫情俯瞰以天为桥的港口与環繞它的雙城；

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she “旧世界，給你傳说的虛榮” 她抿嘴呼喊。

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,将妳疲倦的，可憐的，／瑟缩着的，渴望自由呼吸的民衆，

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.将妳海岸上被拋棄的不倖的人，交给我吧。

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,将那些無傢可歸的 、饱经風霜的人們全交给我。

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”我站在金門，高舉自由的燈火！