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Selected poems：《英國浪漫詩選譯注》
書名：英國浪漫詩選譯注
譯者：蔡振念
出版者：蔡振念
出版日期：2026/3
讀者補充：本書為譯者蔡振念教授自費出版，台北市立圖書館僅有一本藏書為他所贈。
〈致華茲華斯〉/ 雪萊
自然詩人啊你曾為那一去
不復返的事物而哭泣：
童年青春友誼愛情的初次光耀，
都如美夢消逝留下你獨自哀悼。
這些共同的悲哀我亦感受。
但我有一種失落你也感受到
卻只有我獨自怨尤。
你曾如一顆孤星，光芒照耀
在冬天夜嘯聲中的脆弱扁舟：
你曾如岩石築成的避難所，
高聳於盲目而混戰的人群：
榮譽鵲起的貧困中你的聲音
編織出聖歌獻給真理與自由——
但你遺棄這些，留我獨自悲哀，
曾是如此的你，卻已不復存在。
To Wordsworth
/ Percy Bysshe Shelley
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love’s first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel’st, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter’s midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:
In honoured poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty,—
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.
〈西風頌〉/ 雪萊
一
狂野的西風，你是秋日的氣息，
你那無形的存在，將枯葉來驅
使它們如逃離魔術師的鬼魂，
呈黃色黑色蒼白、病態的紅，
這被瀘疫肆虐的群眾：你
駕馭著帶翅的種子進入陰冷的冬，
它們躺在那裡，冰冷而低，
每一顆都像墳墓中的屍體，
直到你春天蔚藍的姊妹吹起
她的號角，劃破沉睡的大地，
填滿丘原，用生動的芬芳和色彩，
（如驅趕羊群覓食，將甜美花蕾趕到空中）；
狂野的精靈，你無所不在；
你是毀減者，也是守護者；聽呀，傾聽！
二
你在激流，在陡峭天空的騷動中，
鬆散的雲朵如大地腐爛的落葉，
從天與海交纏的枝椏中被搖落，
它們是兩和閃電的天使：攤開在
你那氣流湧動的藍色表面，
如同某位狂野女祭司頭上揚起
明亮秀髮，從地平線之際
朦朧的邊緣，一直延伸到天頂，
那是即將來臨的風暴的捲髮。你
是一年垂死的挽歌，這即將合攏的夜，
將成為一座巨大的陵墓圓頂，
由你聚集的所有蒸蔚所拱起，
從那堅實的大氣中，
黑雨，火焰和冰雹將爆發：噢，請聽！
三
你從夏日美夢中醒來
躺臥在那裡，那蔚藍地中海，
被晶瑩溪流的蜿蜒纏繞所催眠，
在巴亞灣的一個浮石島邊，
睡夢中看到古老的塔樓和宮殿
在海浪強烈的白天光線中顫動，
全身長滿蔚藍的花朵和苔蘚，
那樣甜美，描繪它們的感官會暈厥！你，
大西洋平坦的力量為了你的路徑
而分裂成峽谷，而在深處
海花和海中有著
無汁枝葉的潮濕樹林
知曉你的聲音，並突然變灰因為恐懼，
顫抖著將自己剝光：噢，請聽！
四
如果我是一片你可能攜帶的枯葉；
一朵可以與你一同飛翔的疾雲；
一個在你力量下喘息且分享
你力量衝動的海浪，噢，只不過比
無法控制的你不那麼自由！如果我
能像少年時那樣，可以成為你
在天堂漫遊的伴侶，
如同那時，超越你天空的速度
幾乎不是幻象；我絕不會極其需要
像現在這樣向你祈禱。
噢！將我舉起，像一片海浪，一片樹葉，
一朵雲！我跌落生命的荊棘上！我流血！
時間的沉重枷鎖已束縛並壓彎那與你極相似的人：
他桀驁不馴，迅捷，且傲慢。
五
讓我成為你的七弦琴，像森林一樣：
我的葉子像森林一樣凋零又何妨！
你那強大和聲的喧囂
將從兩者擷取一種深沉、秋日的音調，
悲傷卻是甜美的。請你，狂野的精靈，
請你，衝動者，成為我！我的精靈！
將我枯死的思想驅散到宇宙，
像枯葉一樣去催生新的生命！
並且，藉由這首詩歌的魔咒，
像從不熄的爐火中，將灰燼
和火花，我的話語，撒播到人間！
請透過我的嘴唇，成為喚醒
大地的預言號角！噢，西風，
如果冬天來了，春天還會遠？
Ode to the West Wind
/ Percy Bysshe Shelley
I
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumns 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 oer 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!
II
Thou on whose stream, mid the steep skys commotion,
Loose clouds like earths 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 aëry surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zeniths 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!
III
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulld by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiaes bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the waves intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantics 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!
IV
If 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 seemd a vision; I would neer 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 chaind and bowd
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
V
Make 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 witherd leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguishd hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakend earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
〈致孤獨〉/ 濟慈
孤獨啊！若我必須與你同住，
不要在混雜的陰暗樓房堆中；
與我一同攀上陡峭的山峰——
那自然的瞭望台——從那裡山谷、
開滿鮮花的斜坡、水晶般的河流，
看似僅尺幅之寬；讓我與你守夜，
在枝葉的涼亭間，鹿兒輕盈跳躍
驚動毛地黃花鐘裡的野蜂。
我樂意與你描繪這景色蒼如，
然而純真心靈的甜蜜話語，
這些才是精煉思想的意象，
這些才是我的靈魂之樂趣；
必定是人類幾乎最高的幸福，
當兩個相近靈魂往你出沒之地。
To Solitude
/ John Keats
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,—
Natures observatory—whence the dell,
In flowery slopes, its rivers crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
Mongst boughs pavilioned, where the deers swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
But though Ill gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refined,
Is my souls pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
書名：英國浪漫詩選譯注
譯者：蔡振念
出版者：蔡振念
出版日期：2026/3
讀者補充：本書為譯者蔡振念教授自費出版，台北市立圖書館僅有一本藏書為他所贈。
〈致華茲華斯〉/ 雪萊
自然詩人啊你曾為那一去
不復返的事物而哭泣：
童年青春友誼愛情的初次光耀，
都如美夢消逝留下你獨自哀悼。
這些共同的悲哀我亦感受。
但我有一種失落你也感受到
卻只有我獨自怨尤。
你曾如一顆孤星，光芒照耀
在冬天夜嘯聲中的脆弱扁舟：
你曾如岩石築成的避難所，
高聳於盲目而混戰的人群：
榮譽鵲起的貧困中你的聲音
編織出聖歌獻給真理與自由——
但你遺棄這些，留我獨自悲哀，
曾是如此的你，卻已不復存在。
To Wordsworth
/ Percy Bysshe Shelley
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love’s first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel’st, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter’s midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:
In honoured poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty,—
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.
〈西風頌〉/ 雪萊
一
狂野的西風，你是秋日的氣息，
你那無形的存在，將枯葉來驅
使它們如逃離魔術師的鬼魂，
呈黃色黑色蒼白、病態的紅，
這被瀘疫肆虐的群眾：你
駕馭著帶翅的種子進入陰冷的冬，
它們躺在那裡，冰冷而低，
每一顆都像墳墓中的屍體，
直到你春天蔚藍的姊妹吹起
她的號角，劃破沉睡的大地，
填滿丘原，用生動的芬芳和色彩，
（如驅趕羊群覓食，將甜美花蕾趕到空中）；
狂野的精靈，你無所不在；
你是毀減者，也是守護者；聽呀，傾聽！
二
你在激流，在陡峭天空的騷動中，
鬆散的雲朵如大地腐爛的落葉，
從天與海交纏的枝椏中被搖落，
它們是兩和閃電的天使：攤開在
你那氣流湧動的藍色表面，
如同某位狂野女祭司頭上揚起
明亮秀髮，從地平線之際
朦朧的邊緣，一直延伸到天頂，
那是即將來臨的風暴的捲髮。你
是一年垂死的挽歌，這即將合攏的夜，
將成為一座巨大的陵墓圓頂，
由你聚集的所有蒸蔚所拱起，
從那堅實的大氣中，
黑雨，火焰和冰雹將爆發：噢，請聽！
三
你從夏日美夢中醒來
躺臥在那裡，那蔚藍地中海，
被晶瑩溪流的蜿蜒纏繞所催眠，
在巴亞灣的一個浮石島邊，
睡夢中看到古老的塔樓和宮殿
在海浪強烈的白天光線中顫動，
全身長滿蔚藍的花朵和苔蘚，
那樣甜美，描繪它們的感官會暈厥！你，
大西洋平坦的力量為了你的路徑
而分裂成峽谷，而在深處
海花和海中有著
無汁枝葉的潮濕樹林
知曉你的聲音，並突然變灰因為恐懼，
顫抖著將自己剝光：噢，請聽！
四
如果我是一片你可能攜帶的枯葉；
一朵可以與你一同飛翔的疾雲；
一個在你力量下喘息且分享
你力量衝動的海浪，噢，只不過比
無法控制的你不那麼自由！如果我
能像少年時那樣，可以成為你
在天堂漫遊的伴侶，
如同那時，超越你天空的速度
幾乎不是幻象；我絕不會極其需要
像現在這樣向你祈禱。
噢！將我舉起，像一片海浪，一片樹葉，
一朵雲！我跌落生命的荊棘上！我流血！
時間的沉重枷鎖已束縛並壓彎那與你極相似的人：
他桀驁不馴，迅捷，且傲慢。
五
讓我成為你的七弦琴，像森林一樣：
我的葉子像森林一樣凋零又何妨！
你那強大和聲的喧囂
將從兩者擷取一種深沉、秋日的音調，
悲傷卻是甜美的。請你，狂野的精靈，
請你，衝動者，成為我！我的精靈！
將我枯死的思想驅散到宇宙，
像枯葉一樣去催生新的生命！
並且，藉由這首詩歌的魔咒，
像從不熄的爐火中，將灰燼
和火花，我的話語，撒播到人間！
請透過我的嘴唇，成為喚醒
大地的預言號角！噢，西風，
如果冬天來了，春天還會遠？
Ode to the West Wind
/ Percy Bysshe Shelley
I
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumns 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 oer 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!
II
Thou on whose stream, mid the steep skys commotion,
Loose clouds like earths 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 aëry surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zeniths 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!
III
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulld by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiaes bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the waves intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantics 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!
IV
If 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 seemd a vision; I would neer 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 chaind and bowd
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
V
Make 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 witherd leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguishd hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakend earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
〈致孤獨〉/ 濟慈
孤獨啊！若我必須與你同住，
不要在混雜的陰暗樓房堆中；
與我一同攀上陡峭的山峰——
那自然的瞭望台——從那裡山谷、
開滿鮮花的斜坡、水晶般的河流，
看似僅尺幅之寬；讓我與你守夜，
在枝葉的涼亭間，鹿兒輕盈跳躍
驚動毛地黃花鐘裡的野蜂。
我樂意與你描繪這景色蒼如，
然而純真心靈的甜蜜話語，
這些才是精煉思想的意象，
這些才是我的靈魂之樂趣；
必定是人類幾乎最高的幸福，
當兩個相近靈魂往你出沒之地。
To Solitude
/ John Keats
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,—
Natures observatory—whence the dell,
In flowery slopes, its rivers crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
Mongst boughs pavilioned, where the deers swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
But though Ill gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refined,
Is my souls pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
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