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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk 我的心痛，困顿和麻木 毒害了感官，犹如饮过毒鸩， 又似刚把鸦片吞服， 一分钟的时间，字句在忘川中沉没 Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,-- That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. 并不是在嫉妒你的幸运， 是为着你的幸运而大感快乐， 你，林间轻翅的精灵， 在山毛榉绿影下的情结中， 放开了歌喉，歌唱夏季。 O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Coold a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim 哎，一口酒！那冷藏 在地下多年的甘醇， 味如花神、绿土、 舞蹈、恋歌和灼热的欢乐！ 哎，满满一杯南方的温暖， 充满了鲜红的灵感之泉， 杯沿闪动着珍珠的泡沫， 和唇边退去的紫色； 我要一饮以不见尘世， 与你循入森林幽暗的深处 Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. 远远的离开，消失，彻底忘记 林中的你从不知道的， 疲惫、热病和急躁 这里，人们坐下并听着彼此的呻吟； 瘫痪摇动了一会儿，悲伤了，最后的几丝白发， 青春苍白，古怪的消瘦下去，后来死亡； 铅色的眼睛绝望着； 美人守不住明眸， 新的恋情过不完明天。 Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clusterd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the b