乌鸦插画欧美-七只乌鸦的内容简介

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

‘Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door-

Only this, and nothing more.’

从前一个阴郁的子夜,我独自沉思,慵懒疲竭,

面对许多古怪而离奇、并早已被人遗忘的书卷;

当我开始打盹,几乎入睡,突然传来一阵轻擂,

仿佛有人在轻轻叩击――轻轻叩击我房间的门环。

“有客来也”,我轻声嘟喃,“正在叩击我的门环,

唯此而已,别无他般。”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Nameless here for evermore.

哦,我清楚地记得那是在风凄雨冷的十二月,

每一团奄奄一息的余烬都形成阴影伏在地板。

我当时真盼望翌日;――因为我已经枉费心机

想用书来消除伤哀――消除因失去丽诺尔的伤感――

因那位被天使叫做作丽诺尔的少女,她美丽娇艳――

在此已抹去芳名,直至永远。

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,

“‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-

This it is, and nothing more.”

那柔软、暗淡、飒飒飘动的每一块紫色窗布

使我心中充满前所未有的恐惧――我毛骨惊然;

为平息我心儿悸动.我站起身反复叨念

“这是有客人想进屋,正在叩我的房间的门环――。

更深夜半有客人想进屋,正在叩我的房间的门环;――

唯此而已,别无他般。”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”- here I opened wide the door;-

Darkness there, and nothing more.

于是我的心变得坚强;不再犹疑,不再彷徨,

“先生,”我说,“或夫人,我求你多多包涵;

刚才我正在睡意昏昏,而你敲门又敲得那么轻,

你敲门又敲得那么轻,轻轻叩我房间的门环,

我差点以为没听见你”――说着我打开门扇;――

唯有黑夜,别无他般。

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”-

Merely this, and nothing more.

凝视着夜色幽幽,我站在门边惊惧良久,

疑惑中似乎梦见从前没人敢梦见的梦幻;

可那未被打破的寂静,没显示任何象征。

“丽诺尔?”便是我嗫嚅念叨的唯一字眼,

我念叨“丽诺尔!”,回声把这名字轻轻送还,

唯此而已,别无他般。

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice:

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-

‘Tis the wind and nothing more.”

我转身回到房中,我的整个心烧灼般疼痛,

很快我又听到叩击声,比刚才听起来明显。

“肯定,”我说,“肯定有什么在我的窗棂;

让我瞧瞧是什么在那儿,去把那秘密发现――

让我的心先镇静一会儿,去把那秘密发现;――

那不过是风,别无他般!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

我猛然推开窗户,随着翅膀的一阵猛扑,

一只神圣往昔的乌鸦庄重地走进我房间;

它既没向我致意问候;也没有片刻的停留;

而是以绅士淑女的风度栖在我房门的上面――

栖在我房门上方一尊帕拉斯半身雕像上面――

栖坐在那儿,仅如此这般。

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

于是这只黑鸟把我悲伤的幻觉哄骗成微笑,

以它那老成持重一本正经温文尔雅的容颜,

“虽然冠毛被剪除,”我说,“但你显然不是懦夫,

你这幽灵般可怕的古鸦,漂泊来自夜的彼岸――

请告诉我你尊姓大名,在黑沉沉的冥府阴间!”

乌鸦答日“永不复焉。”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as “Nevermore.”

听见如此直率的回答,我对这丑鸟感到惊讶,

虽说它的回答不着边际――与提问几乎无关;

因为我们不得不承认,从来没有活着的世人

曾如此有幸地看见一只鸟栖在他房门的上面――

看见鸟或兽栖在他房门上方的半身雕像上面,

而且名叫“永不复焉。”

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-

Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before-

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”

Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”

但那只独栖于肃穆的半身雕像上的乌鸦只说了

这一句话,仿佛它倾泻灵魂就用那一个字眼。

然后它便一声不吭――也不把它的羽毛拍动――

直到我几乎是喃喃自语“其他朋友早已消散――

明晨它也将离我而去――如同我的希望已消散。”

这时那鸟说“永不复焉。”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of ‘Never- nevermore’.”

惊异于屋里的死寂漠漠被如此恰当的回话打破,

“肯定,”我说,“这句话是它唯一会说的人言,

从它不幸的主人口中学来。一连串横祸飞灾

曾接踵而至,直到它主人的歌中有了这字眼――

直到他希望的挽歌中有了这个忧郁的字眼

‘永不复焉,永不复焉。’”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

但那只乌鸦仍然在骗我悲伤的灵魂露出微笑。

我即刻拖了张软椅到门旁雕像下那只鸟跟前;

然后坐在天鹅绒椅垫上,我开始冥思苦想,

浮想连着浮想,猜度这不祥的古鸟何出此言――

这只狰狞丑陋可怕不吉不祥的古鸟何出此言,

为何聒噪‘永不复焉。”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

我坐着猜想那意思,但没对那鸟说片语只言。

此时,它炯炯发光的眼睛已燃烧进我的心坎;

我依然坐在那儿猜度,把我的头靠得很舒服,

舒舒服服地靠在那被灯光凝视的天鹅绒衬垫,

但在这灯光凝视着的紫色天鹅绒衬垫上面,

她将显出,啊,永不复还!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.

“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he

hath sent thee

Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

接着我觉得空气变得稠密,被无形香炉熏香,

提香炉的撒拉弗的脚步声响在有簇饰的地板。

“可怜的人,”我呼叫,“是上帝派天使为你送药,

这忘忧药能终止你对失去的丽诺尔的思念;

喝吧,喝吧,忘掉对失去的丽诺尔的思念!”

乌鸦说“永不复焉。”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-

On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-

Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!”

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“先知!”我说“凶兆!――仍是先知,不管是鸟还是魔!

是不是魔鬼送你,或是暴风雨抛你来到此岸,

孤独但毫不气馁,在这片妖惑鬼崇的荒原――

在这恐怖萦绕之家――告诉我真话,求你可怜――

基列有香膏吗?――告诉我――告诉我,求你可怜!”

乌鸦说“永不复焉。”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“先知!”我说,“凶兆!――仍是先知、不管是鸟是魔!

凭我们头顶的苍天起誓――凭我们都崇拜的上帝起誓――

告诉这充满悲伤的灵魂。它能否在遥远的仙境

拥抱被天使叫作丽诺尔的少女,她纤尘不染――

拥抱被天使叫作丽诺尔的少女,她美丽娇艳。”

乌鸦说“永不复焉。”

“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,” I shrieked, upstarting-

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my

door!”

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“让这话做我们的道别之辞,鸟或魔!”我起身吼道――

“回你的暴风雨中去吧,回你黑沉沉的冥府阴间!

别留下黑色羽毛作为你的灵魂谎言的象征!

留给我完整的孤独!――快从我门上的雕像滚蛋!

让你的嘴离开我的心;让你的身子离开我的房间!”

乌鸦说“永不复焉。”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the

floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted- nevermore!

那鸟鸦并没飞去,它仍然栖息,仍然栖息

在房门上方那苍白的帕拉斯半身雕像上面;

而它的眼光与正在做梦的魔鬼眼光一模一样,

照在它身上的灯光把它的阴影投射在地板;

而我的灵魂,会从那团在地板上漂浮的阴暗中

解脱么――永不复焉!

――1845

注:插画作者是古斯塔夫・多雷(Gustave Doré)(1832-1883),德国著名的插画家。他为爱伦・坡的这首诗配了25幅插画。

本书是安徒生插画奖得主莉丝贝特・茨韦尔格的代表作之一。

莉丝贝特・茨韦尔格用细腻的画笔表达出温暖亲切的情感,淡淡的忧伤中带着温暖的色调,画面十分亲切,令人感动。

序言:因为小学生的思维习惯,所以他们的课本中会出现许多漂漂亮亮的插图,等到上了初中之后会变成一段段文字。在学生时期的课本中总有一些令人印象深刻的插图,在以后的日子中回想起来,总会想起那段轻松的校园岁月下面,小编就和大家分享一下,在上学的时候都有哪些课本插图。

一、闰土

现在小学生的课本上没有鲁迅的文章啦,可是鲁迅的许多文章,例如《从百草园到三味书屋》《少年闰土》等等都藏在了90后学生的脑海中。在闰土这幅图片中,我们看到了一位帅气的闰土,他拿着叉子去叉猹,同样鲁迅对闰土的描述也是非常的生动形象,仿佛一个鲜活的闰土站在我们的身边。每次看到这篇文章时,总会感受到鲁迅对于少年闰土的思念。看到这幅图片时,总会勾起许多人的童年回忆。

二、乌鸦喝水

在小学一年级的课本中有乌鸦喝水的图片,不过现在的00后语文课本都已经改版了,没有这则寓言故事,我们看到一只聪明的乌鸦,站在石头上拿嘴往瓶子里丢石头,最终成功的喝到了水。这只乌鸦也让我们了解到现实生活中的乌鸦是多么的聪明。虽然乌鸦不受人喜爱,但是它们的智商可是非常高的。而且乌鸦是一个懂得感恩的动物。

三、司马光砸缸

相信大家都听过司马光砸缸的故事,为了培养小学生爱动脑的习惯,将这篇课文加在了他们的课本中,不知道现在的课本中还有没有司马光砸缸的故事。聪明的司马光在看到小伙伴掉入水中,就想起了用石头砸缸的办法,最终成功的将他救出来。在很多地方还有司马光砸缸的雕像,为了纪念伟大的司马光。