|
LOVE 爱 All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs thi mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. 一切思想、激情和欢乐， 凡把这肉身激动的一切 都只不过是爱神的使者， 使他的圣火烧得烈。 Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. 在我醒时的出神中，我常 一遍遍重温那幸福时刻； 当时我在那山的半腰上， 在倒了的塔边躺着。The moonshine,stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! 月光悄悄地照到了那里， 同茫茫暮色融汇在一处； 我希望和欢乐也在那里， 我亲爱的热内薇芙！ She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed Knight; SHe stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. 她倚着那位武装的男子， 那是全副武装的骑士像； 在将去未去的光线之中 她站在那儿听我唱。 Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope!my joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. 热内薇芙并没有伤心事， 她可是我的希望和欢乐！ 每当我的歌能使她悲伤， | 
