莎士比亚著名十四行诗

莎士比亚是英国文学史上最杰出的戏剧家，也是西方文艺史上最杰出的作家之一，全世界最卓越的文学家之一。他流传下来的作品包括37部戏剧、155首十四行诗、两首长叙事诗和其他诗歌。他的戏剧有各种主要语言的译本，且表演次数远远超过其他任何戏剧家的作品。下面是小编为大家带来莎士比亚著名十四行诗，希望大家喜欢!

莎士比亚著名十四行诗：

Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,

With my extern the outward honouring,

Or laid great bases for eternity,

Which prove more short than waste or ruining?

Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour

Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent,

For compound sweet forgoing simple savour,

Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?

No, let me be obsequious in thy heart,

And take thou my oblation, poor but free,

Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art,

But mutual render, only me for thee.

Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul

When most impeach'd stands least in thy control.

这对我何益，纵使我高擎华盖，

用我的外表来为你妆点门面，

或奠下伟大基础，要留芳万代，

其实比荒凉和毁灭为期更短?

难道我没见过拘守仪表的人，

付出高昂的代价，却丧失一切，

厌弃淡泊而拚命去追求荤辛，

可怜的赢利者，在顾盼中雕谢?

不，请让我在你心里长保忠贞，

收下这份菲薄但由衷的献礼，

它不搀杂次品，也不包藏机心，

而只是你我间互相致送诚意。

被收买的告密者，滚开!你越诬告

真挚的心，越不能损害它分毫。

莎士比亚著名十四行诗：

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power

Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;

Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st

Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;

If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,

As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,

She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill

May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.

Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!

She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:

Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,

And her quietus is to render thee.

你，小乖乖，时光的无常的沙漏

和时辰(他的小镰刀)都听你左右;

你在亏缺中生长，并昭示大众

你的爱人如何雕零而你向荣;

如果造化(掌握盈亏的大主宰)，

在你迈步前进时把你挽回来，

她的目的只是：卖弄她的手法

去丢时光的脸，并把分秒扼杀。

可是你得怕她，你，她的小乖乖!

她只能暂留，并非常保，她的宝贝!

她的账目，虽延了期，必须清算：

要清偿债务，她就得把你交还。

莎士比亚著名十四行诗：

If my dear love were but the child of state,

It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd'

As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate,

Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowersgather'd.

No, it was builded far from accident;

It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls

Under the blow of thralled discontent,

Whereto the inviting time our fashion calls:

It fears not policy, that heretic,

Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,

But all alone stands hugely politic,

That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers.

To this I witness call the fools of time,

Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.

假如我的爱只是权势的嫡种，

它就会是命运的无父的私生子，

受时光的宠辱所磨折和播弄，

同野草闲花一起任人们采刈。

不呀，它并不是建立在偶然上;

它既不为荣华的笑颜所转移，

也经受得起我们这时代风尚

司空见惯的抑郁、愤懑的打击：

它不害怕那只在短期间有效、

到处散播异端和邪说的权谋，

不因骄阳而生长，雨也冲不掉，

它巍然独立在那里，深思熟筹。

被时光愚弄的人们，起来作证!

你们毕生作恶，却一死得干净。