是关于爱情的，抒情一点。
最好有中英文对照。
有什么经典的英语文章？
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- 提问者网友：焚苦与心
- 2021-02-15 14:02
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- 五星知识达人网友：轻熟杀无赦
- 2021-02-15 15:09
《论爱》 雪莱
你垂询什么是爱吗？当我们在自身思想的幽谷中发现一片虚空，从而在天地万物中呼唤、寻求与身内之物的通感对应之时，受到我们所感、所惧、所企望的事物的那种情不自禁的、强有力的吸引，就是爱。倘使我们推理，我们总希望能够被人理解；倘若我们遐想，我们总希望自己头脑中逍遥自在的孩童会在别人的头脑里获得新生；倘若我们感受，那末，我们祈求他人的神经能和着我们的一起共振，他人的目光和我们的交融，他人的眼睛和我们的一样炯炯有神；我们祈愿漠然麻木的冰唇不要对另一颗心的火热、颤抖的唇讥诮嘲讽、这就是爱，这就是那不仅联结了人与人而且联接了人与万物的神圣的契约和债券。我们降临世间．我们的内心深处存在着某种东西，自我们存在那一刻起，就渴求着与它相似的东西。也许这与婴儿吮吸母亲乳房的奶汁这一规律相一致。这种与生俱来的倾向随着天性的发展而发展。在思维能力的本性中，我们隐隐绰绰地看到的仿佛是完整自我的……个缩影，它丧失了我们所蔑视、嫌厌的成分，而成为尽善尽美的人性的理想典范。它不仅是一帧外在肖像，更是构成我们天性的最精细微小的粒子组合。它是一面只映射出纯洁和明亮的形态的镜子；它是在其灵魂固有的乐园外勾画出一个为痛苦、悲哀和邪恶所无法逾越的圆圈的灵魂。这一精魂同渴求与之相像或对应的知觉相关联。当我们在大干世界中寻觅到了灵魂的对应物，在天地万物中发现了可以无误地评估我们自身的知音(它能准确地、敏感地捕捉我们所珍惜、并怀着喜悦悄悄展露的一切)，那末，我们与对应物就好比两架精美的竖琴上的琴弦，在一个快乐的声音的伴奏下发出音响，这音响与我们自身神经组织的震颤相共振。这就是爱所要达到的无形的、不可企及的目标。正是它，驱使人的力量去捕捉其淡淡的影子；没有它，为爱所驾驭的心灵就永远不会安宁，永远不会歇息。因此，在孤独中，或处在一群毫不理解我们的人群中(这时，我们仿佛 遭到遗弃)，我们会热爱花朵、小草、河流以及天空。就在蓝天下，在春天的树叶的颤动中，我们找到了秘密的心灵的回应：无语的风中有一种雄辩；流淌的溪水和河边瑟瑟的苇叶声中，有一首歌谣。它们与我们灵魂之间神秘的感应，唤醒了我们心中的精灵去跳一场酣畅淋漓的狂喜之舞，并使神秘的、温柔的泪盈满我的眼睛，又如心爱的人为你独自歌唱之音。因此，斯泰恩说，假如他在沙漠，他会爱上柏树枝的。爱的需求或力量一旦死去，人就成为一个活着的墓穴，苟延残喘的只是一副躯壳。
Thou demandest what is Love. It is that powerful attraction towards all we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves, when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an insufficient void, and seek to awaken in all things that are, a community with what we experience within ourselves. If we reason, we would be understood; if we imagine, we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel, we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own; that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood. This is Love. This is the bond and the sanction which connects not only man with man, but with every thing which exists. We are born into the world, and there is something within us which, from the instant that we live, more and more thirsts after its likeness. It is probably in correspondence with this law that the infant drains milk from the bosom of its mother; this propensity developes itself with the developement of our nature. We dimly see within our intellectual nature a miniature as it were of our entire self, yet deprived of all that we condemn or despise, the ideal prototype of every thing excellent and lovely that we are capable of conceiving as belonging to the nature of man. Not only the portrait of our external being, but an assemblage of the minutest particles of which our nature is composed;* a mirror whose surface reflects only the forms of purity and brightness; a soul within our own soul that describes a circle around its proper Paradise, which pain and sorrow and evil dare not overleap. To this we eagerly refer all sensations, thirsting that they should resemble or correspond with it. The discovery of its antitype; the meeting with an understanding capable of clearly estimating our own; an imagination which should enter into and seize upon the subtle and delicate peculiarities which we have delighted to cherish and unfold in secret; with a frame whose nerves, like the chords of two exquisite lyres, strung to the accompaniment of one delightful voice, vibrate with the vibrations of our own; and of a combination of all these in such proportion as the type within demands; this is the invisible and unattainable point to which Love tends; and to attain which, it urges forth the powers of man to arrest the faintest shadow of that, without the possession of which there is no rest nor respite to the heart over which it rules. Hence in solitude, or in that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings, and yet they sympathize not with us, we love the flowers, the grass, the waters, and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring, in the blue air, there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart. There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved singing to you alone. Sterne says that if he were in a desert he would love some cypress. So soon as this want or power is dead, man becomes the living sepulchre of himself, and what yet survives is the mere husk of what once he was.
你垂询什么是爱吗？当我们在自身思想的幽谷中发现一片虚空，从而在天地万物中呼唤、寻求与身内之物的通感对应之时，受到我们所感、所惧、所企望的事物的那种情不自禁的、强有力的吸引，就是爱。倘使我们推理，我们总希望能够被人理解；倘若我们遐想，我们总希望自己头脑中逍遥自在的孩童会在别人的头脑里获得新生；倘若我们感受，那末，我们祈求他人的神经能和着我们的一起共振，他人的目光和我们的交融，他人的眼睛和我们的一样炯炯有神；我们祈愿漠然麻木的冰唇不要对另一颗心的火热、颤抖的唇讥诮嘲讽、这就是爱，这就是那不仅联结了人与人而且联接了人与万物的神圣的契约和债券。我们降临世间．我们的内心深处存在着某种东西，自我们存在那一刻起，就渴求着与它相似的东西。也许这与婴儿吮吸母亲乳房的奶汁这一规律相一致。这种与生俱来的倾向随着天性的发展而发展。在思维能力的本性中，我们隐隐绰绰地看到的仿佛是完整自我的……个缩影，它丧失了我们所蔑视、嫌厌的成分，而成为尽善尽美的人性的理想典范。它不仅是一帧外在肖像，更是构成我们天性的最精细微小的粒子组合。它是一面只映射出纯洁和明亮的形态的镜子；它是在其灵魂固有的乐园外勾画出一个为痛苦、悲哀和邪恶所无法逾越的圆圈的灵魂。这一精魂同渴求与之相像或对应的知觉相关联。当我们在大干世界中寻觅到了灵魂的对应物，在天地万物中发现了可以无误地评估我们自身的知音(它能准确地、敏感地捕捉我们所珍惜、并怀着喜悦悄悄展露的一切)，那末，我们与对应物就好比两架精美的竖琴上的琴弦，在一个快乐的声音的伴奏下发出音响，这音响与我们自身神经组织的震颤相共振。这就是爱所要达到的无形的、不可企及的目标。正是它，驱使人的力量去捕捉其淡淡的影子；没有它，为爱所驾驭的心灵就永远不会安宁，永远不会歇息。因此，在孤独中，或处在一群毫不理解我们的人群中(这时，我们仿佛 遭到遗弃)，我们会热爱花朵、小草、河流以及天空。就在蓝天下，在春天的树叶的颤动中，我们找到了秘密的心灵的回应：无语的风中有一种雄辩；流淌的溪水和河边瑟瑟的苇叶声中，有一首歌谣。它们与我们灵魂之间神秘的感应，唤醒了我们心中的精灵去跳一场酣畅淋漓的狂喜之舞，并使神秘的、温柔的泪盈满我的眼睛，又如心爱的人为你独自歌唱之音。因此，斯泰恩说，假如他在沙漠，他会爱上柏树枝的。爱的需求或力量一旦死去，人就成为一个活着的墓穴，苟延残喘的只是一副躯壳。
Thou demandest what is Love. It is that powerful attraction towards all we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves, when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an insufficient void, and seek to awaken in all things that are, a community with what we experience within ourselves. If we reason, we would be understood; if we imagine, we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel, we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own; that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood. This is Love. This is the bond and the sanction which connects not only man with man, but with every thing which exists. We are born into the world, and there is something within us which, from the instant that we live, more and more thirsts after its likeness. It is probably in correspondence with this law that the infant drains milk from the bosom of its mother; this propensity developes itself with the developement of our nature. We dimly see within our intellectual nature a miniature as it were of our entire self, yet deprived of all that we condemn or despise, the ideal prototype of every thing excellent and lovely that we are capable of conceiving as belonging to the nature of man. Not only the portrait of our external being, but an assemblage of the minutest particles of which our nature is composed;* a mirror whose surface reflects only the forms of purity and brightness; a soul within our own soul that describes a circle around its proper Paradise, which pain and sorrow and evil dare not overleap. To this we eagerly refer all sensations, thirsting that they should resemble or correspond with it. The discovery of its antitype; the meeting with an understanding capable of clearly estimating our own; an imagination which should enter into and seize upon the subtle and delicate peculiarities which we have delighted to cherish and unfold in secret; with a frame whose nerves, like the chords of two exquisite lyres, strung to the accompaniment of one delightful voice, vibrate with the vibrations of our own; and of a combination of all these in such proportion as the type within demands; this is the invisible and unattainable point to which Love tends; and to attain which, it urges forth the powers of man to arrest the faintest shadow of that, without the possession of which there is no rest nor respite to the heart over which it rules. Hence in solitude, or in that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings, and yet they sympathize not with us, we love the flowers, the grass, the waters, and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring, in the blue air, there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart. There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved singing to you alone. Sterne says that if he were in a desert he would love some cypress. So soon as this want or power is dead, man becomes the living sepulchre of himself, and what yet survives is the mere husk of what once he was.
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- 1楼网友：山君与见山
- 2021-02-15 15:52
1) i love you not because of who you are, but because of who i am when i am with you.
我爱你，不是因为你是一个怎样的人，而是因为我喜欢与你在一起时的感觉。
2) no man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won‘t make you cry.
没有人值得你流泪，值得让你这么做的人不会让你哭泣。
3) the worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can‘t have them.
失去某人，最糟糕的莫过于，他近在身旁，却犹如远在天边。
4) never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
纵然伤心，也不要愁眉不展，因为你不知是谁会爱上你的笑容。
5) to the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
对于世界而言，你是一个人；但是对于某个人，你是他的整个世界。
6) don‘t waste your time on a man/woman, who isn‘t willing to waste their time on you.
不要为那些不愿在你身上花费时间的人而浪费你的时间。
7) just because someone doesn‘t love you the way you want them to, doesn‘t mean they don‘t love you with all they have.
爱你的人如果没有按你所希望的方式来爱你，那并不代表他们没有全心全意地爱你。
8) don‘t try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.
不要着急，最好的总会在最不经意的时候出现。
9) maybe god wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.
在遇到梦中人之前，上天也许会安排我们先遇到别的人；在我们终于遇见心仪的人时，便应当心存感激。
10) don‘t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
不要因为结束而哭泣，微笑吧，为你的曾经拥有。
- 2楼网友：轻熟杀无赦
- 2021-02-15 15:14
建议你买本书，是张培基出的，散文翻译，上面有你需要的。或者选择买一本最动听的文章。这个便宜，大概20块，特价才15.
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