Clement Clarke Moore - 'Twas the Night Before Christmas （文本）錄音見音樂欄
'Twas the Night Before Christmas（Read by Jim Tedder）
（註：Jim Tedder 是 VOA 的資深播音員）
(MUSIC)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Saint Nicholas, too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
(MUSIC)
Crossing the Bar
By Alfred Tennyson
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When That which drew form out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
渡沙渚
阿爾費雷德?丁尼生
夕陽下，閃疏星，
召喚壹聲清朗！
願沙渚寧靜，
我將出海遠航；
潮汐如夢幻，
濤聲似止，浪花息；
大海深處湧來，
又悄然退卻。
暮靄鐘鳴，
黑夜將籠罩！
願訣別無悲聲，
登舟起錨；
千古洪流，時空無限，
滔滔載我至遠方；
渡沙渚壹線，
泰然見領航。
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Oh, Captain! My Captain!
By Walt Whitman
Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is worn,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here, Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, O Shores! and ring, O bell!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
船長！我的船長！
瓦爾特?惠特曼
啊， 船長！我的船長！可怕的航程已完成；
這船歷盡風險，企求的目標已達成。
港口在望，鐘聲響，人們在歡欣。
千萬雙眼睛註視著船----平穩，勇敢，堅定。
但是痛心啊！痛心！痛心！
瞧壹滴滴鮮紅的血！
甲板上躺著我的船長，
他到下去，冰冷，永別。
啊， 船長！我的船長！起來吧，傾聽鐘聲；
起來吧，號角為您長鳴，旌旗為您高懸；
迎著您，多少花束花圈----候著您，千萬人蜂擁岸邊；
他們向您高呼，擁來擠去，仰起殷切的臉；
啊，船長！親愛的父親！
我的手臂托著您的頭！
莫非是壹場夢：在甲板上
您到下去，冰冷，永別。
我的船長不作聲，嘴唇慘白，毫不動彈；
我的父親沒感到我的手臂，沒有脈搏，沒有遺言；
船舶拋錨停下，平安抵達；航程終了；
歷經艱險返航，奪得勝利目標。
啊，岸上鐘聲齊鳴，啊，人們壹片歡騰！
但是，我在甲板上，在船長身旁，
心悲切，步履沈重：
因為他倒下去，冰冷，永別。
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To the Cuckoo
By William Wordsworth
O blithe new-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
While I am lying on the grass
Thy twofold shout I hear;
From hill to hill it seems to pass
At once far off, and near.
Though babbling only to the Vale,
Of sunshine and of flowers,
Thou bringest unto me a tale
Of visionary hours.
Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!
Even ye thou art to me
No bird, but an invisible thing,
A voice a mystery;
The same whom in my schoolboy days
I listened to; that Cry
Which made me look a thousand ways
In bush, and tree, and sky.
To seek thee did I often rove
Through woods and on the green;
And thou wert still a hope, a love;
Still longed for, never seen.
And I can listen to thee yet;
Can lie upon the plain
And listen, till I do beget
That golden time again.
O blessed Bird! the earth we pace
Again appears to be
An unsubstantial, faery place;
That is fit home for thee!
致布谷鳥
威廉華?茲華斯
啊，快樂的新客！
聽到妳囀鳴，我滿懷喜悅；
啊，布谷，是否稱妳為鳥？
或為妙音，回蕩清越？
當我躺在草地上，
聽到妳的二重唱：
似從這山傳到那山，
似在近旁，又在遠方。
妳的歌聲在山谷回蕩，
伴著繁華和陽光；
妳還把我帶到
追憶往事的幻想。
我再三地歡迎
妳是陽春的先行。
在我眼中，妳可不是鳥，
而是無形的神奇之音。
想當年我還是小學生，
曾傾聽同樣的鳴聲；
我千方百計尋找，
從天上到叢林。
我時常漫遊，為了找妳，
踩著草地，穿過密林；
如今仍在期待，雖不眼見，
妳仍是希望，是戀情。
此刻我躺在平原，
妳的歌聲仍能聽見。
我專心諦聽，
直到召回金色的童年。
我們棲息的大地
又顯得空靈而神奇；
這是妳安家的福地，
啊， 快樂的鳥兒，祝福妳！
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Spring
By Thomas Nashe
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring! the sweet Spring!
春托馬斯?納什
春，甘美之春，壹年之中的堯舜，
處處都有花樹，都有女兒環舞，
微寒但覺清和，佳禽爭著唱歌，
啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麥、插壹禾！
榆柳呀山楂，打扮著田舍人家，
羊羔嬉遊，牧笛兒整日在吹奏，
百鳥總在和鳴，壹片悠揚聲韻，
啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麥、插壹禾！
郊原蕩漾香風，雛菊吻人腳踵，
情侶作對成雙，老嫗坐曬陽光，
走向任何通衢，都有歌聲悅耳，
啁啁，啾啾，哥哥，割麥、插壹禾！
春！甘美之春！
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Lilacs,
False blue, white, purple,
Color of lilac,
Your great puffs of flowers
Are everywhere in this my New England.
Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles5 hop like music-box birds6 and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted egg
Peer9 restlessly through the light and shadow
Of all springs.