he Village Blacksmith
The Village Blacksmith
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow.
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.
And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge.
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.
It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.
Toiling.--rejoicing,--sorrowing
Onward through life he goes:
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
Thanks. thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought!
鄉(xiāng)村鐵匠
于中旻 譯
有個鄉(xiāng)村的鐵匠鋪，
在一棵大栗子樹旁；
那鐵匠非常的強壯，
有雙巨大有力的手掌，
滿有筋肉褐色的臂膀，
像一束鋼鐵一樣。
他的頭發(fā)光亮，黑而且長，
臉面如同皮革皺紋；
眉梢流著誠實的汗珠，
盡可能的賺錢生存，
他面對全世界沒有愧怍，
因為他從不虧欠任何人。
一周復(fù)又一周，從早到晚，
他風箱的聲音可以聽見；
你聽到他揮動沉重的大錘，
擊打有節(jié)奏有時緩慢，
像管教堂的敲動那鄉(xiāng)村的鐘，
當夕陽低沉下山。
當孩子門放學回家
從那敞開的門張望；
他們愛看那爐中的火焰，
聽那風箱吼叫的聲響，
看到那迸起的火花
像禾場上揚起的糠。
主日他去到教堂，
坐在他兒子們的中央；
聽牧師禱告和傳講，
聽他女兒的歌唱，
在鄉(xiāng)村詩班的歌聲，
使他的心歡喜飛揚。
聽來如同她母親的聲音，
歌唱在天上的樂園！
他不免又一次的想起她，
如何在墳?zāi)估锇裁撸?BR>淚珠流出了他的雙眼，
就用粗硬的手擦干。
勞苦，—歡樂，—憂傷，
伴隨著生命前進不止；
每早晨看工作開始，
每晚間看工作完畢；
有的事試去作，有的事成就，
他獲得一夜的安息。
感謝，感謝你，我尊貴的朋友，
你所教導(dǎo)我們的課程！
在人生命的煉爐中，
我們的前途如此作成；
如此的在砧上錘煉又鑄形，
每一燃燒的思想和行動。
亨利?華茲華斯?朗費羅簡介
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