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Wordsworth：
The still sad music of humanity,
人性有樂音，傷感歷時經，
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
不尖銳不粗暴，渾圓儘管有力，
To chasten and subdue.—And I have felt
足以節制而降心。亦有感知矣，
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
恍惚有臨在，以昂揚思緒之歡喜，
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
震動我心；更有感知之崇，
Of something far more deeply interfused,
來自有物更深滲透交融，
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
棲居於夕陽之光，
And the round ocean and the living air,
棲居於環繞之洋、亦在生機盎然風，
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
棲居於湛藍蒼穹，亦在人類心智中；
A motion and a spirit, that impels
而有物更深交融者，即運轉、精神而動，
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
激發眾所思，驅使思者眾，
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
貫穿萬物以作用。
A lover of the meadows and the woods
故我仍喜牧草樹林，
And mountains; and of all that we behold
寄情於山，萬物包容於視野，
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
青綠大地遂展現；仍愛活力此世界，
Of eye, and ear,—both what they half create,
半是耳目所構建，半是耳目所感覺；
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise
實在以喜悅，清楚而辨別，
In nature and the language of the sense
自然山水裡，感知語言內，
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
定錨也，繫我思想最純潔，
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
是褓母，是引領，守我心魂不歇，
Of all my moral being.
而心與魂，攸關我道德生命是也。
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