关于圣诞节的诗歌-The Minstrels

　　The minstrels played their Christmas tune

　　To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;

　　While, smitten by a lofty moon,

　　The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,

　　Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,

　　That overpowered their natural green.

　　吟游诗人哼着他们的圣诞节曲调，

　　今夜，在我的田舍小屋下。

　　此时，高耸的月亮给予他们灵感。

　　层层的月桂树，覆盖着叶子，

　　映射着饱满眩目的光泽，

　　早已经超越了他们原有的颜色。

　　Through hill and valley every breeze

　　Had sunk to rest with folded wings:

　　Keen was the air, but could not freeze,

　　Nor check, the music of the strings;

　　So stout and hardy were the band

　　That scraped the chords with strenuous hand.

　　穿过山谷的每一阵微风下沉收起翅膀：

　　风是那么锋利，但永不冷漠，

　　也不核对，弦音声声：

　　一层层又如此的强烈刚强，

　　用热烈的手摩擦着弦柱。

　　And who but listened?--till was paid

　　Respect to every inmate's claim,

　　The greeting given, the music played

　　In honour of each household name,

　　Duly pronounced with lusty call,

　　但是谁在听?这个取决于同住的人的主张，

　　给个问候，做个音乐，为每个家里名字而自豪，

　　正式而显著的强有力的呼叫，

　　圣诞快乐哦~祝所有人!