这首诗的中文版NoWorst,thereisnoneNoworst,thereisnone.PitchedpastpitchofgriefMorepangswill,schooledonforepangs,wilderwring.Comforter,where,whereisyourcomforting?Mary,motherofus,whereisyourrelief?Mycriesheave,herds-lon

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这首诗的中文版 No Worst,there is none
No worst,there is none.Pitched past pitch of grief
More pangs will,schooled on forepangs,wilder wring.
Comforter,where,where is your comforting?
Mary,mother of us,where is your relief?
My cries heave,herds-long; huddle in a main,a chief
Woe,world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing--
Then lull,then leave off.Fury had shrieked 'No ling-
ering!Let me be fell:force I must be brief '.
O the mind,mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful,sheer,no-man-fathomed.Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there.Nor does long our small
Durance deal with the steep or deep.Here!creep,
Wretch,under a comfort serves in a whirlwind:all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.

Answer 1

没有最坏的情况下,就完全没有机会了.旧沥青的投球的悲伤
更多的疼痛,在forepangs将这股,怀尔德拧一下.
惠师,在那里,哪里是你的安慰吗?
玛丽,我们的母,哪里是你的解脱吗?
我只求举,长长的人群;挤在一起的一个主要的,一个人的首领
祸哉,悲伤的世界;在一种古老的铁砧退缩,唱——
然后冷场,然后离开了.'不发烈怒灵——有尖叫起来
供!让我做倒塌了.我必须简短的力量.
阿头脑,心灵有山林;悬崖的秋天
没人可以看透这一切,可怕,做工.让他们便宜
可谁永远不挂在那里.我们也不长小
Durance处理这个陡峭或者深.在这里!蠕变,
卑鄙的家伙,在一个舒适的服务于旋风:所有
死亡对每个人都结束生命,每一天都着死去的睡眠.