歌词
Ode to a Nightingale - Ben Whishaw / Erica Englert
作词：John Keats
作曲：Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
My heart aches
And a drowsy numbness pains my sense
As though of hemlock I had drunk
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past and lethe wards had sunk
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot
But being too happy in thine happiness
That thou light winged dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green and shadows numberless
Singest of summer in full throated ease
O for a draught of vintage that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep delved earth
Tasting of flora and the country green
Dance and provencal song and sun burnt mirth
O for a beaker full of the warm south
Full of the true the blushful hippocrene
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim
And purple stained mouth
That I might drink and leave the world unseen
And with thee fade away into the forest dim
Fade far away dissolve and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known
The weariness the fever and the fret
Here where men sit and hear each other groan
Where palsy shakes a few sad last gray hairs
Where youth grows pale and spectre thin and dies
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden eyed despairs
Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes
Or new love pine at them beyond tomorrow
Away away for I will fly to thee
Not charioted by bacchus and his pards
But on the viewless wings of poesy
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards
Already with thee tender is the night
And haply the queen moon is on her throne
Cluster d around by all her starry fays
But here there is no light
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs
But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass the thicket and the fruit tree wild
White hawthorn and the pastoral eglantine
Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves
And mid may's eldest child
The coming musk rose full of dewy wine
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves
Darkling I listen and for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful death
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rime
To take into the air my quiet breath
Now more than ever seems it rich to die
To cease upon the midnight with no pain
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy
Still wouldst thou sing and I have ears in vain
To thy high requiem become a sod
Thou wast not born for death immortal bird
No hungry generations tread thee down
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown
Perhaps the self same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of ruth when sick for home
She stood in tears amid the alien corn
The same that oft times hath
Charm'd magic casement opening on the foam
Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn
Forlorn the very word is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole self
Adieu the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is fam'd to do deceiving elf
Adieu adieu thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows over the still stream
Up the hill side and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley glades
Was it a vision or a waking dream
Fled is that music do I wake or sleep
评论
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自动进来填充第365条，男声自带深情，曾差点听着做错事
去吧！去吧！我要飞向你， 不用酒神的车辗和他的随从， 乘着诗歌无形的翅膀， 尽管这混沌的头脑早已跟随你， 夜色温柔，而月后正登上她的宝座， 周围是她所有的星星仙子， 但这处那处都没有光， 一些天光被微风吹入幽绿， 和青苔的曲径。 我不能看清是哪些花在我的脚旁， 何种软香悬于高枝，但在温馨的暗处， 猜测每一种甜蜜 以其时令的赠与 青草地、灌木丛、野果树 白山楂和田园玫瑰； 叶堆中易谢的紫罗兰； 还有五与中旬的首出， 这啜满了露酒的麝香蔷薇， 夏夜蝇子嗡嗡的出没其中。
爱
每次听得我鸡皮疙瘩都起来了……
永恒之梦只存在幻或梦中，那爱人永远不会到来，那颗真挚的心从未跳动。唯独随世态的洪流在荡漾的风，为淌过彼此的愉悦而出现，为不满的月而离弃，而“爱”于此更张一笔算不清的账。
终于修复了，感恩！
真不容易。。
晚上听着英式发音念夜莺颂真的很有感觉~
回来了～
Can't rememberred how many times have listened to this song and still touched by the beauties emerged from the poetry. And no matter how frustrated or irritated, could always find the inner peace when this begins.
让我单曲循环一夜
没法音频报错吗
？？？都多久了还没还原
音频怎么变了！！
[雪人][红心]
哭瞎 诗呢
[天使]
这是什么状况，诗呢！！！？？？
WTF➕1………
发生了啥？！为什么Ben Whishaw念的夜莺颂变成了一个女孩子唱歌？！WTF？！
说好的诗歌朗诵呢？？？
这个歌搞错了吧。。。这播的是什么歌？
是不是在逗我？这首不是诗朗诵吗怎么放出来变成了有人唱的了？
Ben wishaw的演绎让我喜欢济慈，喜欢到我能背下这首诗，然后常常呢喃。
“触摸是有记忆的”
此刻，我是Keats House的Poetry ambassador
并不是我嫉妒你的好运，是为着你的幸运而无比欢欣。在林间嘹亮的天地里，你啊，轻翅的仙灵，你躲进山毛榉的葱绿和荫影，放开歌喉，歌唱夏季。我在黑暗里倾听：呵，多少次，我几乎爱上了静谧的死亡，我在诗思里用尽了好的言辞， 求他把我的一息散入空茫。
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曾经单身时能够背下这首诗，后来不再孤独了就忘却了
2002 TQ97♥️
每天都该是相爱的最后一天
“Bright Star 明亮的星 济慈的《夜莺颂》★☆ John Keats 夜莺颂 济慈 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk 我的心痛，困顿和麻木 毒害了感官，犹如饮过毒鸩， 又似刚把鸦片吞服， 一分钟的时间，字句在忘川中沉没 \'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,-- That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. 并不是在嫉妒你的幸运， 是为着你的幸运而大感快乐， 你，林间轻翅的精灵， 在山毛榉绿影下的情结中， 放开了歌喉，歌唱夏季。 O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool\'d a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim 哎，一口酒！那冷藏 在地下多年的甘醇， 味如花神、绿土、 舞蹈、恋歌和灼热的欢乐！ 哎，满满一杯南方的温暖， 充满了鲜红的灵感之泉， 杯沿闪动着珍珠的泡沫， 和唇边退去的紫色； 我要一饮以不见尘世， 与你循入森林幽暗的深处 Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. 远远的离开，消失，彻底忘记 林中的你从不知道的， 疲惫、热病和急躁 这里，人们坐下并听着彼此的呻吟； 瘫痪摇动了一会儿，悲伤了，最后的几丝白发， 青春苍白，古怪的消瘦下去，后来死亡； 铅色的眼睛绝望着； 美人守不住明眸， 新的恋情过不完明天。 Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster\'d around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 去吧！去吧！我要飞向你， 不用酒神的车辗和他的随从， 乘着诗歌无形的翅膀， 尽管这混沌的头脑早已跟随你， 夜色温柔，而月后 正登上她的宝座， 周围是她所有的星星仙子， 但这处那处都没有光， 一些天光被微风吹入幽绿， 和青苔的曲径。 I cannot see what **s are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover\'d up in leaves; And mid-May\'s eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 我不能看清是哪些花在我的脚旁， 何种软香悬于高枝， 但在温馨的暗处，猜测每一种甜蜜 以其时令的赠与 青草地、灌木丛、野果树 白山楂和田园玫瑰； 叶堆中易谢的紫罗兰； 还有五与中旬的首出， 这啜满了露酒的麝香蔷薇， 夏夜蝇子嗡嗡的出没其中。 Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call\'d him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain-- To thy high requiem become a sod. 我倾听黑夜，多少次 我几乎爱上了逸谧的死亡， 在如此多的沉思之韵中呼唤她轻柔的名， 编织成歌，我无声的呼吸； 现在她更加华丽的死去， 在午夜不带悲伤的飞升， 当你正向外倾泻灵魂 这般的迷狂！ 你仍唱着，而我听不见， 你那高昂的安魂曲对着一搓泥土。 Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm\'d magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam\'d to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now \'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep? 永生的鸟啊！你不为了死亡出生！ 饥饿的时代无法把你蹂躏； 这逝去的夜晚里我所听见的 在那远古的日子也曾为帝王和小丑听见； 可能相同的歌在露丝那颗忧愁的心中 找到了一条路径，当她思念故乡， 站在异邦的谷田中落泪； 这声音常常 在遗失的仙城中震动了窗扉 望向泡沫浪花 遗失！这个字如同一声钟响 把我从你处带会我单独自我！ 别了！幻想无法继续欺骗 当她不再能够， 别了！别了！你哀伤的圣歌 退入了后面的草地，流过溪水， 涌上山坡；而此时，它正深深 埋在下一个山谷的阴影中： 是幻觉，还是梦寐？ 那歌声去了：我醒了？我睡着？”
沉醉
I should never tease about love again...
本威士肖的声音让我着迷
心情平静
[旗子]
将研究古典文学成为我一生的追求！that i might drink,and leave the world unseen.何等的境界与美感！
Charming accent
英语期末考之前听一遍这个，保佑我的听力[手势合十]
背景音乐是什么，好好听。
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本卫肖，他演的bobdylan酷
很喜欢这种音乐+诗歌 书香 浪漫 美好 的享受 醉人！还有什么能比音乐读诗更能陶冶情操的
Lethe小本和卷福念的不一样哈哈，不知道谁错了
。
Do i wake or sleep.
太喜欢最后一段
没有人赞扬这背景的大提琴嘛
耳朵要怀孕啦(✿◡‿◡)
beautiful peaceful morning~
哈哈哈 Ben的声音抚过耳膜好舒服
来，听首诗提提神
太棒了，竟然有原声
wow
济慈的夜莺颂，给小美人鱼！
诗即乐感，乐感即诗。
I do I do 泪奔
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Keats的夜莺颂 是我的精神鸦片
。
让我头晕的两样：张老师随身自带的光芒和本老师自动柔化的声音...话说张老师说英语和本老师挺像的...嘴里含着清泉的感觉（什么鬼，词穷...）
给小美人鱼！
。
推荐了这个[红心][红心]
愿听着这首诗死去
史上最美片尾
My dear Mr.Keats:
理科生表示看完电影听过《夜莺颂》考虑要不要修个中文系的双学位[笑着哭]
耳朵要怀孕！！！
精神鸦片...简直了....让自己平静下来的绝对声音...
为什么去年没听到 不然那次考试就不会写错了嘛[一字笑]
[红心]
停电了…晚安吧
lovefull
。
听~ 《夜莺颂》 小鸟在唱~~大提琴在咏诗 ~~
甜而不腻
想给你听
造气氛好手
[红心][红心][红心]
有什么比周末早晨听Ben Whishaw 读济慈的《夜莺颂》更陶情性的
亲爱的运动馆小姐，祝你有个好梦。
诗，音乐，世界上最美好的东西。心动，好想读读诗。
啊。。。歌单开光啦w
旷世情怀[红心闪烁][红心闪烁]
终于让我找到了～
背景曲感觉就是同专的human orchestra
没人说bgm是我莫扎特的作品吗
安静又美好～
best of today!
安静 文艺
Was it a vision? or a waking dream? 这首诗听了三天了。
Ode to a Nightingale（1819） 夜莺颂（1819） by John Keats 约翰•济慈
诗歌是伟大的消遣
分享一首济慈的诗歌《夜莺颂》
分享一首诗歌，作曲是本卫肖的丈夫，念诗的是本卫肖。诗的作者是济慈 《夜莺颂》
本老师真是哎
本卫肖读的《夜莺颂》。（这首诗我现在已经只会背两句了。工作使人退步。）
day209 不要爱上一个温柔的人 2015-10-30
本喵
本·韦肖:)
squeeze me gently～
文艺一把
济慈英国历史上出身最卑微的诗人，正与邻家女孩Fanny Brawne恋爱。他很珍惜这段感情，但是一想到自己的身体和经济状况，就不胜烦恼，觉得前途渺茫。盼望逃避现实，像夜莺一样飞走，但是又不可能实现。
平安夜，伴着小本的声音入眠o(*////▽////*)q
夜莺颂
来吧，今晚让我们一起来欣赏本操着纯正的伦敦腔朗诵济慈的《夜莺颂》，乘着夜莺自由穿梭于梦境中！配乐吟诵选自电影《明亮的星》又名《璀璨情诗》
[天使]晚安，听小本读济慈的夜莺颂入睡！
太棒
封面上的小哥这两年最近几年有几部好基友的片～
本喵~
plz don't wake me up
没事就来听 雨天听 晴天听 长途巴士听 夜晚床上听 浑然天成 诗与乐
“你不要轻易爱上一个温柔的人，在他离去之后整个世界都刹那枯萎。” Ben Whishaw版本的《夜莺颂》，给失眠的夜。
听这个冷静一下。【手动bye bye】我觉得人生的to do list上大概需要加上一条很靠前的就是杀死小胖。【容许我下去吃屎冷静一下……】
英国男人的腔调才是真正的毒酒
他整个人都是对世界的爱
Who can resist Ben Whishaw's voice???!
[脚印]
听小本念济慈的诗睡觉了 英音太美❤
听小本读济慈的诗入睡 英音太美❤
听太多遍，今早发现背过了，虽然对我来说是早应该做的功课了……
听着小本读的背诗也容易多了
专注时听的歌
Now more than ever seems it rich to die / To cease upon the midnight with no pain / While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad / In such an ecstasy!
耳朵已怀孕
校友的诗 ＞＜ 崇拜
诗歌而美
omg this is amazing
……tender is the night. 乘着夜莺自由穿梭梦境，晚安~
……tender is the night. 乘着夜莺自由穿梭梦境，晚安~
[水滴]
卧槽虾米上竟然有这个
耳朵已昏厥，虾米上居然有这个！
耳朵昏厥了，虾米上居然有这个！
诗歌是伟大的消遣
本
类似得诗朗诵有没有啊 虾米 想睡前听～
本喵声音真好听！英式发音好绅士啊~
the voice is 2 2 sexy
英音听起来好貌美<>
Tender is the night
My heart aches
被Keats感动死
是啊，原来死亡也可以这么的美。 晚安！
小本朗诵的《夜莺颂》，声音太醉了
[拜拜]为何没有纯BGM的OST
济慈【夜莺颂】
这个没有纯伴奏的吗TAT
美(*^__^*)
找来Ben Whishaw在明亮的星里面朗诵的夜莺颂。声音好性感
太美了
太美的Keats，也听过bc朗诵，还是喜欢小本这个版本，果然自带诗人气息。
话说我一直很受不了小本（不要打我），但这首诗他读得太好听了，虽然听不懂但停不下来……
like
济慈的《夜莺颂》(不喜诗，但可当催眠曲：）
夜这般温柔/月后正登上宝座/周围是侍卫她的一群星星/但这儿却不甚明亮， 除了有一线天光……
Ode to a Nightingale by Ben Whishaw
听了好几遍，挺适合雨天。舒服。
《Bright Star》留下的宝藏。最适合蝉鸣午后的单曲循环。不需懂，只需听。
goood
关于济慈的电影。。。最近读到他的诗。。。
Ben Whishaw ︳Ode to a Nightingale
最爱的一版，个人觉得BC版有点戏剧化。
妳在樹葉間從不知道的一切/忘記這疲勞、熱病、和焦躁/這使人對坐而悲歎的世界；/在這裏，青春蒼白、消瘦、死亡，/而“癱瘓”有幾根白發茬搖擺；/在這裏，稍一思索就充滿了/憂傷和灰色的絕望，/而“美”保持不住明眸的光彩，/新生的愛情活不到明天就枯凋。
being too happy in thy happiness.
bright star, a stunning moive~ it's deeply attracted me, so gorgeous~
夜莺颂 --我给教授推荐过 还在课上放了。。这样的男神实在是。。。。
爱死这个小调子
09年这电影刚出来我就看了，结束听到小本本的朗诵，不但爱上了济慈，也坚定了未来读文学的信念好嘛？！老子那时候才十六岁T-T 没想到四年后我在写这个的论文，人生真是奇妙啊！目标和信念真的很重要！。
Beautifully written, precisely read
静静的，时间都可以静止，思考在继续着。。。。
OMG...SO BEAUTIFUL.
夜莺颂
"Bright Star"-也只有在这样的背景下才能静静地听人朗诵完一首诗
渣听力怎么破
Was is a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music. Do I wake or sleep?
reason to silence
喜欢本读得夜莺颂，缓缓地节奏，温暖的声音，像纸掠过脸庞，撩动每根毛孔一样让人舒适
His voice‘s so..
小本
美丽的口白
❤你也会轻轻慢慢地读这首诗么❤
my heart aches,and a drowsy numbness pains
可以当英语听力用 英音
From 電影明亮的星 又名 璀璨情詩
“Past the near meadow, over the still stream, up the hill-side; and now' tis buried deep in the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream?”——By John Keats
想起这个
这版夜莺颂感觉各种对，背景人声也很美。
OMG！
声音和念白都太好听了TAT
就是它
练听力专用
本猫朗诵的济慈的《夜莺颂》。每晚睡前都会听上十遍，权当是我男朋友带我练听力了。
温油的声音
Was is a vision, or a waking dream? ... Do I wake or sleep? http://t.cn/zRCpW1D
【Ode to a Nightingale 夜莺颂 By：John Keats 约翰·济慈】Was is a vision, or a waking dream? Do I wake or sleep? http://t.cn/zRCpW1D
’Tis not through envy of thy happy lot.But being too happy in thine happiness.
tis not through envy of thy happy a lot,but being too happy in thine happiness TAT
@AINtparty Bonne nuit, mon amour. 哦那仙樂悄然飛逝：－－我是醒還是睡 [happy birthday #Ben Whishaw#]
竟然是朗诵版的！济慈《夜莺》
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打鸡血推荐下本猫在影片最后读的《夜莺颂》~~~睡前听会更兴奋，所以早推荐。。。
飞呵 飞呵 我要飞向你 不驾酒神的车 而是凭借看不见的诗翼
刚好手边有济慈诗选
明明是小本念的诗为什么是Mark Bradshaw的名字呢？•﹏•【人家夫夫联手一个读诗一个作曲不可以么】
小本。。嘤嘤
今天直接听泪崩了呜呜呜！
【Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow】
济慈《夜莺颂》
小本的朗诵，他老公的作曲...当时看《Bright Star》就是被片尾的这篇《夜莺颂》惊艳到了
The Shaws ~幸福~
结婚了
Oh my……
@Sky_Dreamer
Shaws！
定情专来一发。我的催眠曲。看到人家写的某种意义上的祝词“写一首小提琴配你爱的人读诗的声音”。其实还是很甜的嘿嘿嘿。
配乐师和诗人的爱情❤
恩！ 跟老公的合作哦！ @颜沉Jessicia
嘻嘻终于公开啦！
Voice porn 已经在心里默默地把小ben跟Keats的样子划等号了 Bonne nuit
还有这个夜莺颂 听不懂也百听不厌 想到芬尼最后哭得那场戏 简直太虐了
最喜歡的OST 沒有之一 #a song per day# day 9：
was it a vision，or a waking dream？do I wake or dream？morning
“开始，我们失去的是记忆，但还知道我们失去了它，并渴望唤回它。后来，我们会连忘记本身也已经忘却，城市不再记得自己的过往。废墟会引起我们如是的哀伤，最后打开忘却之路，使他人可以在此编织新的梦幻。”（ 奥尔罕·帕慕克）
原谅我这么晚还没有入眠。可是这大提琴加上ben念出来Keats真的是太美了。
小本念的夜莺颂，每次听都会感动得起鸡皮疙瘩
听到小本念夜莺颂的时候会感动得全身起鸡皮疙瘩（如果想听的话，点进去，专辑的最后一首。）
单曲循环这个[心]我喜欢听声音@Esther_Lam 夜莺颂
单曲循环这个[心]我喜欢听声音@Esther_Lam
我喜欢听声音/单曲循环[心]@Esther_Lam 夜莺颂
@Esther_Lam
我喜欢听声音/很喜欢这歌@Esther_Lam 单曲循环
like its lyrics...good night, sleep tight.
Good night. @greta666
融化了
小本呐
Bright Star,John·Keats,Ben Whishaw
My heart aches...Do i wake or sleep?
夜莺颂。
夜莺颂
Ben Whishaw的嗓音真是迷人~
“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time ,I have been half in love with easeful Death,Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,To take into the air my quiet breath...”
美丽守不住明媚。
Was it a vision,or a waking dream?Fled is that music.#愿世界对你温柔以待#
Ben Whishaw
多么温柔的嗓音~
Ode to a Nightingale
BrightStar
Sinking to dreamland..
小本 夜莺颂
夜莺颂
Bubbles太有弹性了~Mr Keats
原来我还是听对了有些词不认识只是听出那个音写得很美很美但不太懂也无法全懂又去看翻译仍然不懂很贱的想到如果高考考这个我会死吧于是智商是硬伤去补档BrightStar
好心分享给大家 听不听就是你们的问题呢 我巴不得你们不听小本美妙的语调...
本同学朗诵的济慈的夜莺颂from the Bright Star. 他有我最喜欢的那种十分有磁性的声音，啊Ben Ben Ben Ben Ben Ben~~~~~
小本的夜莺颂
于是窝找到了原版,嫌弃脸看着以前的自己→_→
Do I wake or sleep?
作曲家：Mark Bradshaw lol lol 咳咳
John Keats《Ode to a Nightingale》古典浪漫要人命。。。
'beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes....'jesus i'm dying in his voice..
awwwwww去年写分析这首诗的paper时如果听了他读一定能有更多灵感更深的理解。。。
英伦的电影总有一种没落贵族气息。济慈的《夜莺颂》，莫扎特的k361，小本的念白，组合在一起就是一曲绝美的乐章。
不知道为什么，就是觉得这部电影很美....可能是很多植物的感觉吧
我的心隐隐作痛，在昏昏欲睡的麻木中疼痛 我感觉就像畅饮了鸠酒一般无助 抑或涤空满腹的麻醉鸦片毒素 在一瞬间匆逝沉沦进入古老的忘川河底 我不羡慕你快乐好运的嘉许 我已沉醉于你的快乐欢欣 你――轻捷飞翔在森林的女神
好装逼好洗翻啊
Here lies one whose name was written in water.
John Keats<ode to a nightingale>
阳光好时做什么都不应景，唯有将这一天都浪费掉才合适。
我的心隐隐作痛 在昏昏欲睡的麻木中疼痛 我感觉就像畅饮了鸠酒一般无助 抑或涤空满腹的麻醉鸦片毒素 在一瞬间匆逝沉沦进入古老的忘川河底~~~~
微博 朗诵
《夜莺颂》
最喜欢的就是电影最后的这首诗了，小本念的人心的醉了。
夜莺颂，济慈
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Was it a vision,or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep? 夜莺颂，济慈。听的眼泪都要掉下来了。小本的声音太美。
可以以这样柔软的喃喃自语陪伴周一午休
巨痛后是大迈进。惊喜在未来。
最喜欢听这样的读诗，花儿鸟儿似乎开放雀跃在身边，心沉静地像是刚浸染过清晨的露。 John keats 《夜莺颂》
英腔
昨天看的《明亮的星》 很美但我看不懂 直到片尾响起这段吟唱 我呼吸均匀得仿佛睡着了 而后又醒来 返回定格看此片的每一个画面都觉得珍贵
喜欢叙事诗。
好喜欢这个~！改编自莫扎特K361的配乐，小提琴下的人声哼唱，小本忧郁的念白，还有济慈的诗。
喃喃细语.睡觉最佳催眠
我不知道啊，我就当是小本的声音了，真是好听
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk/Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains/One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk
直接哭了………………
纯粹语调、语速的分享
伦敦音+大提琴+二重唱+夜莺颂+济慈
大英帝国
好听
怀念济慈以及以往的时光。
优美的句子静谧的感觉
好浪漫的声音~
看明亮的星 喜欢上济慈 喜欢夜莺颂 用了好长时间把夜莺颂背下来 现在也忘得差不多了 想想那时二的很幸福。。。。。。
《明亮的星》插曲。。
旁白很浪漫
缓缓听 很特别。
夜莺颂
诗歌是声音的艺术。
平静
安静
仿佛喃喃自语，又像心灵独白
q
a
动听
声音好听
提琴与吉他一点小区别在于每次的开场暖场曲，这次用的是第六部分推荐中我最喜欢的一首，出自《明亮的星》
正统伦敦音口白、和聲、還有我愛的大提琴聲~~~~
John Keats－Ode to a Nightingale
好好聽的聲音，口白、和聲、還有我愛的大提琴聲~~~~
good
内牛，<Bright Star>
熔化
耳边放着念慈的诗歌《夜莺颂》。起身，推开窗，阳光霎时洒在我的床上，我的身上。微微的风吹起我鬓角的碎发，暖暖的阳光亲吻我的脸颊。不禁莞尔，真是个美丽的早晨。
看了很多很多很多遍电影。一直都舍不得删掉这个电影。说不上什么好，但是却那么的喜欢。诗人的爱情，诗人的生命都那么短暂。古今中外都一样，但也可能就是因为这短暂才让人如此动容。
今夜！沉醉在这里！
Teats~~~~
就是在微博上看到分享的这个 才注册虾米
宁静的夜晚，让心灵放个假·····
昨天是济慈的生日呢...想起《明亮的星》，那部温柔的电影。心烦了就听听《夜莺颂》，让人觉得生活安好如常。
平静中的激情
Ode to a Nightingale
不知现在还有人写的出这么美的诗歌来。
美
Was it a vision,or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?
好！！
好听，怎么下载呢？
这声音太性感。
正译一篇有关诗的论文 跟装逼的解读诗的论文比起来 还是诗本身比较让人身心舒畅 更喜欢Ben Whishaw天鹅绒一样的声音
恬静
夜莺颂——轻柔和缓的伦敦音透过隐约的雨声传递着诗人的绵绵深情，“Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?”
诗人的深情絮语，Ben Whishaw绵密质感的伦敦音轻柔念出济慈的诗，配乐美得让人心醉
周可说的令人沉醉的夜莺颂~我还得修炼修炼，因为我只觉得背景音乐的女声不错，诗是一个词我也听不懂~更别说让我沉醉了~
明亮的星
《明亮的星》：夜莺颂——济慈
诗朗诵。
温柔的诗朗诵~因为听不懂，所以催眠~~~
正统伦敦音
keats~~~keats
美
济慈的璀璨情诗
明亮的星
"Ode To A Nightingale" （字幕部分-Ben） My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,-- That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain-- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?