英语诗歌欣赏：Kubla Khan by：Samule Taylor Coleridge

　　作者：塞缪尔·泰勒·柯勒律治(Samuel Taylor Coleridge，1772-1834年)，英国诗人和评论家，他一生是在贫病交困和鸦片成瘾的阴影下度过的，诗歌作品相对较少。尽管存在这些不利因素，柯勒律治还是坚持创作，确立了其在幻想浪漫诗歌方面的主要浪漫派诗人地位。

　　英国诗人Samule Taylor Coleridge ：Kubla Khan 忽必烈

　　by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

　　In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

　　A stately pleasure-dome decree:

　　Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

　　Through caverns measureless to man

　　Down to a sunless sea.

　　So twice five miles of fertile ground

　　With walls and towers were girdled round:

　　And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

　　Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

　　And here were forests ancient as the hills,

　　Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

　　But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

　　Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

　　A savage place! as holy and enchanted

　　As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted

　　By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

　　And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,

　　As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

　　A mighty fountain momently was forced:

　　Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst

　　Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,

　　Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:

　　And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever

　　It flung up momently the sacred river.

　　Five miles meandering with a mazy motion

　　Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,

　　Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

　　And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:

　　And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

　　Ancestral voices prophesying war!

　　The shadow of the dome of pleasure

　　Floated midway on the waves;

　　Where was heard the mingled measure

　　From the fountain and the caves.

　　It was a miracle of rare device,

　　A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

　　A damsel with a dulcimer

　　In a vision once I saw:

　　It was an Abyssinian maid,

　　And on her dulcimer she played,

　　Singing of Mount Abora.

　　Could I revive within me

　　Her symphony and song,

　　To such a deep delight 'twould win me

　　That with music loud and long

　　I would build that dome in air,

　　That sunny dome! those caves of ice!

　　And all who heard should see them there,

　　And all should cry, Beware! Beware!

　　His flashing eyes, his floating hair!

　　Weave a circle round him thrice,

　　And close your eyes with holy dread,

　　For he on honey-dew hath fed

　　And drunk the milk of Paradise.