《死亡诗社》经典台词(中英双语对照)Dead Poets Society

发布时间:2023-02-12T21:55:22 英语阅读

No matter what anybody tells you,words and ideas can change the world.

But only in their dreams can men be truly free,Twas always thus,and always thus will be.


Then by your side,no bed-room me deny.

The Dead Poets were dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life.

Oh,to struggle against great odds,to meet enemies undaunted.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,Old time is still a-flying,And this same flower that smiles today,Tomorrow will be dying.

When you read,don't just consider what the author thinks,consider what you think.

I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

To mount the scaffolds,To advance to the muzzle of guns with perfect nonchalance.

We must constantly look at things in a different way.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.

I see a sweetness in her smile,Blight light shines from her eyes,But life is complete; contentment is mine, Just knowing that... just knowing that she's alive.

I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately,I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life, and not when I had come to die, Discover that I had not lived.

Teach me to love? Go teach thyself more wit,I chief professor am of it,The god of love, if such a thing there be, may learn to love from me.

Come,my friends,Tis not too late to seek a newer world,For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset,And though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven,That which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.

She walks in beauty like the night,Of cloudless climes and starry skies;All that's best of dark and bright,Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

There is a time for daring,and there is a time for caution, and a wise man understanding which is called for.

And as I am an honest puck,if we have unearned luck,now to's scape the serpent's tongue,we will make amends ere long,else the puck a liar call.

To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports.

Oh,I live to be the ruler of life,not a slave.

To dance,clap hands,exalt,shout,skip,roll on, float on.

Oh, to have life henceforth,the poem of new joys.

To indeed be a god!

Gentlemen,what are the Four pillars?Tradition,Honour,Discipline,Excellence.

He was born with his foot in his mouth.

Gentlemen,what are the Four pillars?Travesty,Horror,Decadence,Excrement.

Now, let me dispel a few rumours so they don't fester into facts.

These boys are now fertilizing daffodils.

Seize the day,boys.Make your lives extraordinary.

Like father,like son.

Two roads diverged in the wood and I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey,Spirits soared, women swooned and gods were created.

Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track.

You see, poetry can come from anything with the stuff of revelation in it.

We all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go “That's bad.”

I want you to find your own walk right now. Your own way of striding, pacing. Any direction. Anything you want. Whether it's proud, whether it's silly, anything.

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute,We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race,And the human race is filled with passion,Medicine,law,business,engineering,these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life,But poetry...beauty,romance,love...these are what we stay alive for,To quote from Whitman,“O me,O life, of the questions of these recurring,of the endless trains of the faithless,of cities filled with the foolish,what good amid these,O me,O life?”Answer.That you are here,that life exists and identity,that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse, That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.