William Wordsworth - London, 1802 汉英

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;

England hath need of thee: she is a fen

Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,

Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,

Have forfeited their ancient English dower

Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;

Oh! raise us up, return to us again;

And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.

Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;

Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:

Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,

So didst thou travel on life’s common way,

In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart

The lowliest duties on herself did lay.

伦敦，1802

威廉·华兹华斯

弥尔顿，您应该生活在今天！

英国需要您：它是泥沼，死水一潭：

圣坛、刀剑、纸笔，火炉旁，

雄伟富丽的大厅与闺房，

俱丧失了古英国人内心幸福的

天赋。我们是自私的人，

啊！扶我们起来，再回到我们身旁；

给我们礼让、美德、自由与力量。

您的灵魂像颗明星远在天边：

您的声音像是大海的激浪，

纯洁好似朗朗青天，自由而庄严；

您在生活的常轨上行走，

愉快而高尚，但是最低微的责任

也挂在您心坎上。

（周永启 译）