Ulysses
尤利西斯
阿尔弗雷德·丁尼生 Alfred Tennyson（1809–1892）
1833 年作，1842 年出版

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权利：1842 年出版；作者卒于 1892 年。已按澳大利亚、欧盟、英国、中国大陆和美国的规则核对（截至 2026 年 10 月 11 日）。仅供参考，不是法律意见。
来源：Project Gutenberg，https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/8601/pg8601.txt（取于 2026-10-11）
中文译文：Claude（AI），2026 · CC0 1.0
生成于 2026-10-14，来自 https://coldlibrary.com/open-stacks/tennyson-ulysses

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It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy’d
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour’d of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge, like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
    This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro’ soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
    There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil’d and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
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.

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中文译文 · Claude（AI）译

毫无益处啊，我这无所事事的国王，
守着这寂静的炉火，在这些荒凉的岩石间，
配着年老的妻子，我在这里衡量、分配
不公平的法律，给一个野蛮的民族，
他们囤积、睡觉、吃喝，却不认识我。
我不能停止远行：我要把生命
饮到最后一滴：我一生都尽情地享受过，
也尽情地受过苦，有时和那些
爱我的人一起，有时独自一人；在岸上，也在
雨星毕宿穿过飞掠的云雾
搅扰着昏暗的海的时候：我已成了一个名字；
因为我总是怀着一颗饥渴的心漫游，
我见过、懂得了很多；人们的城市、
风俗、气候、议会、政府，
我自己也并非无足轻重，处处受到礼遇；
我曾和我的同伴们畅饮战斗的欢乐，
远在多风的特洛伊那回响的平原上。
我是我所遇见的一切的一部分；
可是一切经历都是一道拱门，透过它
闪现着那未曾游历的世界，每当我前行，
它的边缘便永远、永远地退去。
多么沉闷啊，停下来，作个了结，
不经擦拭而生锈，不在使用中发光！
仿佛呼吸就是生活。生命叠着生命
也嫌太少，而我这一生
所剩无几：但每一个小时，都是从
那永恒的寂静里抢救出来的，又多了一点什么，
一个带来新事物的使者；可耻的是，
在区区三个寒暑里把自己收藏起来、囤积起来，
而这颗灰白的心灵渴望着
像一颗下沉的星那样去追随知识，
越过人类思想最远的边界。
    这是我的儿子，我自己的忒勒马科斯，
我把权杖和这座岛屿留给他——
我深爱的他，有足够的辨识力去完成
这件工作：以缓慢的审慎去教化
一个粗野的民族，一步一步温和地
使他们归向有益与良善。
他最无可指摘，安守在
平常职责的范围之内，得体，不会怠忽
那些温情的本分，并且在我离去后，
向我家中的神祇献上
应有的敬拜。他做他的事，我做我的。
    港口就在那里：船正鼓起它的帆：
那里，广阔的海洋一片幽暗。我的水手们，
与我一起辛劳、一起操作、一起思考过的灵魂们——
你们总是以欢快的迎接
对待雷霆与阳光，以自由的心、
自由的额头相抗——你们和我都老了；
老年仍有它的荣誉和它的辛劳；
死亡结束一切：但在结束之前，
某种崇高的事业，或许还能完成，
不辱于曾与神祇抗争的人。
岩石上的灯火开始闪烁：
漫长的白昼渐渐消逝：缓慢的月亮升起：深海
以许多声音在四周呜咽。来吧，我的朋友们，
去寻找一个更新的世界，还不算太晚。
推船出海，坐好位置，划破
那回响的波浪；因为我的决心不变：
要驶过日落之处，驶过一切
西方星辰沐浴的地方，直到我死去。
也许深渊会把我们吞没：
也许我们会抵达那幸福的群岛，
见到我们认识的伟大的阿喀琉斯。
虽然失去的很多，留下的也很多；虽然
我们已不再是往日那种
能撼动天地的力量；我们就是我们；
同一种英雄的心性，
被时间和命运削弱了，但意志依然坚强，
去奋斗，去探索，去发现，而永不屈服。