第1个回答 2014-07-01
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes:O thou Who chariltest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odors plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and presserver; hear, oh, hear! Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shedd, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, angels of rain and lightning:there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the Zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapoursr, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire , and hail will burst :oh, hear! Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and fowers Quivering within the eave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know本回答被提问者采纳
第2个回答 2014-07-02
1 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes:O thou Who chariltest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odors plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and presserver; hear, oh, hear! 2 Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shedd, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, angels of rain and lightning:there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the Zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapoursr, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire , and hail will burst oh, hear! 3 Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and fowers Quivering within the eave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and esepoil themselves h, hear!