| Song | Ode to a Nightingale |
| Artist | Mark Bradshaw |
| Album | Bright Star (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : John Keats |
| [00:32.884] | My heart aches,and a drowsy numbness pains |
| [00:36.541] | My sense,as though of hemlock I had drunk, |
| [00:41.314] | Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains |
| [00:43.703] | One minute past,and Lethe-wards had sunk: |
| [00:48.633] | 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, |
| [00:51.532] | But being too happy in thine happiness -- |
| [00:54.783] | That thou,light winged Dryad of the trees, |
| [00:57.984] | In some melodious plot |
| [01:00.321] | Of beechen green,and shadows numberless, |
| [01:01.589] | Singest of summer in full-throated ease. |
| [01:07.741] | O,for a draught of vintage!that hath been |
| [01:10.841] | Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, |
| [01:13.939] | Tasting of Flora and the country green, |
| [01:16.896] | Dance,and Provencal song,and sunburnt mirth! |
| [01:21.574] | O for a beaker full of the warm South, |
| [01:24.472] | Full of the true,the blushful Hippocrene, |
| [01:28.277] | With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, |
| [01:31.69] | And purple-stained mouth, |
| [01:33.863] | That I may drink,and leave the world unseen, |
| [01:38.447] | And with thee fade away into the forest dim. |
| [01:43.221] | Fade far away,dissolve,and quite forget |
| [01:47.744] | What thou amongst the leaves hast never known, |
| [01:51.94] | The weariness,the fever,and the fret |
| [01:54.954] | Here,where men sit and hear each other groan; |
| [01:58.510] | Where palsy shakes a few,sad,last grey hairs. |
| [02:02.575] | Where youth grows pale,and spectre-thin,and dies; |
| [02:07.144] | Where nut to think is to be full of sorrow |
| [02:09.392] | And leaden-eyed despairs; |
| [02:12.543] | Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, |
| [02:15.895] | Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. |
| [02:20.564] | Away!away!for I will fly to thee, |
| [02:24.734] | Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, |
| [02:27.985] | But on the viewless wings of Poesy, |
| [02:30.982] | Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. |
| [02:34.640] | Already with thee!tender is the night, |
| [02:38.649] | And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, |
| [02:41.700] | Clustered around by all her starry Fays; |
| [02:45.103] | But here there is no light, |
| [02:47.494] | Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown |
| [02:50.187] | Through verduous glooms and winding mossy ways. |
| [02:55.166] | I cannot se what flowers are at my feet, |
| [02:58.263] | Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, |
| [03:01.772] | But,in embalmed darkness,guess each sweet |
| [03:05.123] | Wherewith the seasonable month endows |
| [03:06.950] | The grass,the thicket,and the fruit-tree wild -- |
| [03:10.811] | White hawthorn,and the pastoral eglantine; |
| [03:14.62] | Fast fading violets covered up in leaves; |
| [03:17.619] | And mid-May's eldest child, |
| [03:20.165] | The coming musk-rose,full of dewy wine, |
| [03:24.284] | The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. |
| [03:30.122] | Darkling I listen;and for many a time |
| [03:34.490] | I have been half in love with easeful Death, |
| [03:38.103] | Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, |
| [03:41.605] | To take into the air my quiet breath; |
| [03:45.668] | Now more than ever seems it rich to die, |
| [03:48.968] | To cease upon the midnight with no pain, |
| [03:52.471] | While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad |
| [03:55.169] | In such an ecstasy! |
| [03:57.303] | Still wouldst thou sing,and I have ears in vain -- |
| [04:02.60] | To thy high requiem become a sod. |
| [04:07.188] | Thou wast not born for death,immortal Bird! |
| [04:11.224] | No hungry generations tread thee down; |
| [04:15.492] | The voice I hear this passing night eas heard |
| [04:17.832] | In ancient days by emperor and clown: |
| [04:21.287] | Perhaps the self-same song that found a path |
| [04:24.78] | Through the sad heart of Ruth,when,sick for home, |
| [04:27.379] | She stood in tears amid the alien corn; |
| [04:31.88] | The same that oft-times hath |
| [04:32.513] | Charmed magic casements,opening on the foam |
| [04:36.127] | Of perilous seas,in faery lands forlorn. |
| [04:41.460] | Forlorn!the very word is like a bell |
| [04:45.829] | To toll me back from thee to my sole self! |
| [04:49.434] | Adieu!the fancy cannot cheat so well |
| [04:52.961] | As she is famed to do,deceiving elf. |
| [04:55.905] | Adieu!adieu!thy plaintive anthem fades |
| [05:01.389] | Past the near meadows,over the still stream, |
| [05:05.72] | Up the hill-side;and now 'tis buried deep |
| [05:08.982] | In the next valley-glades: |
| [05:12.29] | Was it a vision,or a waking dream? |
| [05:16.346] | Fled is that music --Do I wake or sleep? |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : John Keats |
| [00:32.884] | My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains |
| [00:36.541] | My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, |
| [00:41.314] | Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains |
| [00:43.703] | One minute past, and Lethewards had sunk: |
| [00:48.633] | ' Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, |
| [00:51.532] | But being too happy in thine happiness |
| [00:54.783] | That thou, light winged Dryad of the trees, |
| [00:57.984] | In some melodious plot |
| [01:00.321] | Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, |
| [01:01.589] | Singest of summer in fullthroated ease. |
| [01:07.741] | O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been |
| [01:10.841] | Cooled a long age in the deepdelved earth, |
| [01:13.939] | Tasting of Flora and the country green, |
| [01:16.896] | Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! |
| [01:21.574] | O for a beaker full of the warm South, |
| [01:24.472] | Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, |
| [01:28.277] | With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, |
| [01:31.69] | And purplestained mouth, |
| [01:33.863] | That I may drink, and leave the world unseen, |
| [01:38.447] | And with thee fade away into the forest dim. |
| [01:43.221] | Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget |
| [01:47.744] | What thou amongst the leaves hast never known, |
| [01:51.94] | The weariness, the fever, and the fret |
| [01:54.954] | Here, where men sit and hear each other groan |
| [01:58.510] | Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs. |
| [02:02.575] | Where youth grows pale, and spectrethin, and dies |
| [02:07.144] | Where nut to think is to be full of sorrow |
| [02:09.392] | And leadeneyed despairs |
| [02:12.543] | Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, |
| [02:15.895] | Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow. |
| [02:20.564] | Away! away! for I will fly to thee, |
| [02:24.734] | Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, |
| [02:27.985] | But on the viewless wings of Poesy, |
| [02:30.982] | Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. |
| [02:34.640] | Already with thee! tender is the night, |
| [02:38.649] | And haply the QueenMoon is on her throne, |
| [02:41.700] | Clustered around by all her starry Fays |
| [02:45.103] | But here there is no light, |
| [02:47.494] | Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown |
| [02:50.187] | Through verduous glooms and winding mossy ways. |
| [02:55.166] | I cannot se what flowers are at my feet, |
| [02:58.263] | Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, |
| [03:01.772] | But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet |
| [03:05.123] | Wherewith the seasonable month endows |
| [03:06.950] | The grass, the thicket, and the fruittree wild |
| [03:10.811] | White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine |
| [03:14.62] | Fast fading violets covered up in leaves |
| [03:17.619] | And midMay' s eldest child, |
| [03:20.165] | The coming muskrose, full of dewy wine, |
| [03:24.284] | The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. |
| [03:30.122] | Darkling I listen and for many a time |
| [03:34.490] | I have been half in love with easeful Death, |
| [03:38.103] | Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, |
| [03:41.605] | To take into the air my quiet breath |
| [03:45.668] | Now more than ever seems it rich to die, |
| [03:48.968] | To cease upon the midnight with no pain, |
| [03:52.471] | While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad |
| [03:55.169] | In such an ecstasy! |
| [03:57.303] | Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain |
| [04:02.60] | To thy high requiem become a sod. |
| [04:07.188] | Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! |
| [04:11.224] | No hungry generations tread thee down |
| [04:15.492] | The voice I hear this passing night eas heard |
| [04:17.832] | In ancient days by emperor and clown: |
| [04:21.287] | Perhaps the selfsame song that found a path |
| [04:24.78] | Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, |
| [04:27.379] | She stood in tears amid the alien corn |
| [04:31.88] | The same that ofttimes hath |
| [04:32.513] | Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam |
| [04:36.127] | Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. |
| [04:41.460] | Forlorn! the very word is like a bell |
| [04:45.829] | To toll me back from thee to my sole self! |
| [04:49.434] | Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well |
| [04:52.961] | As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. |
| [04:55.905] | Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades |
| [05:01.389] | Past the near meadows, over the still stream, |
| [05:05.72] | Up the hillside and now ' tis buried deep |
| [05:08.982] | In the next valleyglades: |
| [05:12.29] | Was it a vision, or a waking dream? |
| [05:16.346] | Fled is that music Do I wake or sleep? |