1、dole out

dole out發(fā)音

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dole out中文意思翻譯

常用釋義：分發(fā)：以小部分給予或分發(fā)。

少量發(fā)放

少量地發(fā)放（食物、救濟(jì)金等）

dole out雙語使用場景

1、I got out my wallet and began to dole out the money.───我掏出錢包開始發(fā)錢。

2、When it comes time to dole out money, you'll be first on the VIP's mind.───當(dāng)老大們開始派錢的時候，你會第一個出現(xiàn)在他們的腦海中。

3、God does not actively dole out divorce, criminal assault, AIDS or heartaches.───離婚, 犯罪襲擊事件, 愛滋病或頭疼都不是上帝主動促成的.

4、When it came time for me to marry, my father decided to dole out some wisdom.───當(dāng)輪到我結(jié)婚的時候，我父親決定要留個心眼。

5、There are also many unanswered questions over how to dole out the money.───也有很多關(guān)于如何發(fā)放資金的問題沒有得到回答。

6、You can't expect us to dole out money like a public charity.───你們不能指望我們像慈善機(jī)構(gòu)一樣分錢.

dole out相似詞語短語

1、hole out───擊球入洞

2、come out───出現(xiàn)；出版；結(jié)果是

3、doles out───少量發(fā)放

4、die out───滅絕；消失

5、done out───裝飾（done是do的過去分詞）；布置（done是do的過去分詞）

6、doled out───少量發(fā)放

7、dope out───vt.猜出，想出；預(yù)測；推測出；解出

8、bale out───v.用降落傘降落

9、drove out───趕走；逐出

2、求勃朗寧夫人的十四行詩，英文版和方平譯本

勃朗寧夫人（Elizabeth Barret Browning)詩選(字?jǐn)?shù)超出最大允許值， 會刪減?。?/p>

勃朗寧夫人（1806-1861）主要作品有《葡萄牙人十四行詩集》和長詩《奧羅拉·莉》。

葡萄牙人十四行詩集

I

thought once how Theocritus had sung

Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,

Who each one in a gracious hand appears

To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:

And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,

I saw, in gradual vision thro my tears,

The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,

Those of my own life, who by turns had flung

A shadow across me. Straightway I was ’ware,

So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move

Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;

And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,—

“Guess now who holds thee!”—“Death,” I said, But, there,

The silver answer rang, “Not Death, but Love.”

我想起，當(dāng)年希臘的詩人曾經(jīng)歌詠：

年復(fù)一年，那良辰在殷切的盼望中

翩然降臨，各自帶一份禮物

分送給世人－－年老或是年少。

當(dāng)我這么想，感嘆著詩人的古調(diào)，

穿過我淚眼所逐漸展開的幻覺，

我看見，那歡樂的歲月、哀傷的歲月－－

我自己的年華，把一片片黑影接連著

掠過我的身。緊接著，我就覺察

（我哭了）我背后正有個神秘的黑影

在移動，而且一把揪住了我的發(fā)， ;

往后拉，還有一聲吆喝（我只是在掙扎）：

“這回是誰逮住了你？猜！”“死，”我答話。

聽哪，那銀鈴似的回音：“不是死，是愛！”

II

But only

three in all God’s universe

Have heard this word thou hast said,—Himself, beside

Thee speaking, and me listening! and replied

One of us . . . that was God, . . . and laid the curse

So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce

My sight from seeing thee,—that if I had died,

The death-weights, placed there, would have signified

Less absolute exclusion. “Nay” is worse

From God than from all others, O my friend!

Men could not part us with their worldly jars,

Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend;

Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:

And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,

We should but vow the faster for the stars.

可是在上帝的全宇宙里，總共才只

三個人聽見了你那句話：除了

講話的你、聽話的我，就是他－－

上帝自己！我們中間還有一個

出來答話；那昏黑的詛咒落上

我的眼皮，擋了你，不讓我看見，

就算我瞑了目，放上沉沉的“壓眼錢”，

也不至于那么徹底隔絕。唉，

比誰都厲害，上帝的那一聲“不行！”

要不然，世俗的誹謗離間不了我們，

任風(fēng)波飛揚(yáng)，也不能動搖那堅貞；

我們的手要伸過山嶺，互相接觸；

有那么一天，天空滾到我倆中間，

我倆向星辰起誓，還要更加握緊。

III

Unlike

are we, unlike, O princely Heart!

Unlike our uses and our destinies.

Our ministering two angels look surprise

On one another, as they strike athwart

Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art

A guest for queens to social pageantries,

With gages from a hundred brighter eyes

Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part

Of chief musician. What hast thou to do

With looking from the lattice-lights at me,

A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through

The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?

The chrism is on thine head,—on

mine, the dew,—

And Death must dig the level where these agree.

我們原不一樣，尊貴的人兒呀，

原不一樣是我們的職司和前程。

你我頭上的天使，迎面飛來，

翅膀碰上了翅膀，彼此瞪著

驚愕的眼睛。你想，你是華宮里

后妃的上賓，千百雙殷勤的明眸

（哪怕掛滿了淚珠，也不能教我的眼

有這份光彩）請求你擔(dān)任領(lǐng)唱。

那你干什么從那燈光輝映的紗窗里

望向我？－－我，一個凄涼、流浪的

歌手，疲乏地靠著柏樹，吟嘆在

茫茫的黑暗里。圣油搽在你頭上－－

可憐我，頭上承受著涼透的夜露。

只有死，才能把這樣的一對扯個平。

IV

Thou

hast thy calling to some palace-floor,

Most gracious singer of high poems! where

The dancers will break footing, from the care

Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more.

And dost thou lift this house’s

latch too poor

For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear

To let thy music drop here unaware

In folds of golden fulness at my door?

Look up and see the casement broken in,

The bats and owlets builders in the roof!

My cricket chirps against thy mandolin.

Hush, call no echo up in further proof

Of desolation! there’s a voice within

That weeps . . . as thou must sing . . . alone, aloof.

你曾經(jīng)受到邀請，進(jìn)入了宮廷，

溫雅的歌手！你唱著崇高的詩篇；

貴客們停下舞步，為了好瞻仰你，

期待那豐滿的朱唇再吐出清音；

而你卻抽起我的門閂，你果真

不嫌它褻瀆了你的手？沒誰看見，

你甘讓你那音樂飄落在我門前，

疊作層層金聲的富麗？你忍不忍？

你往上瞧，看這窗戶都被闖破－－

是蝙蝠和夜鶯的窠巢盤踞在頂梁，

是 編 的蟋蟀在跟你的琵琶應(yīng)和！

住聲，別再激起回聲來加深荒涼！

那里邊有一個哀音，它必須深躲，

在暗里哭泣－－正象你應(yīng)該當(dāng)眾歌唱。

V

I lift

my heavy heart up solemnly,

As once Electra her sepulchral urn,

And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn

The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see

What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,

And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn

Through the ashen greyness. If thy foot in scorn

Could tread them out to darkness utterly,

It might be well perhaps. But if instead

Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow

The grey dust up, . . . those laurels on thine head,

O my Belovëd, will not shield thee so,

That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred

The hair beneath. Stand further off then! go!

我肅穆地端起了我沉重的心，

象當(dāng)年希臘女兒捧著那壇尸灰；

眼望著你，我把灰撒在你腳下。

請看呀，有多大一堆悲哀埋藏在

我這心坎里；而在那灰暗的深處，

那慘紅的灰燼又怎樣在隱約燃燒。

要是那點點火星給你鄙夷地

一腳踏滅、還它們一片黑暗，

這樣也好?？墒牵闫?，

你要守在我身旁，等風(fēng)來把塵土

揚(yáng)起，把死灰吹活；愛呀，那戴在

你頭上的桂冠可不能給你做屏障，

保護(hù)你不讓這一片火焰燒壞了

那底下的發(fā)絲?？煺具h(yuǎn)些呀，快走！

VI

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore

Alone upon the threshold of my door

Of individual life, I shall command

The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand

Serenely in the sunshine as before,

Without the sense of that which I forbore—

Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land

Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine

With pulses that beat double. What I do

And what I dream include thee, as the wine

Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

God for myself, He hears that name of thine,

And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

舍下我，走吧。可是我覺得，從此

我就一直徘徊在你的身影里。

在那孤獨的生命的邊緣，從今再不能

掌握自己的心靈，或是坦然地

把這手伸向日光，象從前那樣，

而能約束自己不感到你的指尖

碰上我的掌心。劫運(yùn)教天懸地殊

隔離了我們，卻留下了你那顆心，

在我的心房里搏動著雙重聲響。

正象是酒，總嘗得出原來的葡萄，

我的起居和夢寐里，都有你的份。

當(dāng)我向上帝祈禱，為著我自個兒

他卻聽到了一個名字、那是你的；

又在我眼里，看見有兩個人的眼淚。

VII

The face

of all the world is changed, I think,

Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul

Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole

Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink

Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,

Was caught up into love, and taught the whole

Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole

God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,

And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.

The names of country, heaven, are changed away

For where thou art or shalt be, there or here;

And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday,

(The singing angels know) are only dear

Because thy name moves right in what they say.

全世界的面目，我想，忽然改變了，

自從我第一次在心靈上聽到你的步子

輕輕、輕輕，來到我身旁－－穿過我和

死亡的邊緣：那幽微的間隙。站在

那里的我，只道這一回該倒下了，

卻不料被愛救起，還教給一曲

生命的新歌。上帝賜我洗禮的

那一杯苦酒，我甘愿飲下，贊美它

甜蜜－－甜蜜的，如果有你在我身旁。

天國和人間，將因為你的存在

而更改模樣；而這曲歌，這支笛，

昨日里給愛著，還讓人感到親切，

那歌唱的天使知道，就因為

一聲聲都有你的名字在蕩漾。

VIII

What can

I give thee back, O liberal

And princely giver, who hast brought the gold

And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,

And laid them on the outside of the wall

For such as I to take or leave withal,

In unexpected largesse? am I cold,

Ungrateful, that for these most manifold

High gifts, I render nothing back at all?

Not so; not cold,—but very poor instead.

Ask God who knows. For frequent tears have run

The colours from my life, and left so dead

And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done

To give the same as pillow to thy head.

Go farther! let it serve to trample on.

你那樣慷慨豪爽的施主呀，你把

你心坎里金 袒 煌的寶藏、

原封地掏出來，只往我墻外推，

任憑象我這樣的人去揀起，還是

把這罕見的舍施丟下；教我拿什么

來作為你應(yīng)得的報答？請不要

說我太冷漠、太寡恩，你那許多

重重疊疊的深情厚意，我卻

沒有一些兒回敬；不，并不是

冷漠無情，實在我太寒傖。你問

上帝就明白。那連綿的淚雨沖盡了

我生命的光彩，只剩一片死沉沉的

蒼白，不配給你當(dāng)偎依的枕頭。

走吧！盡把它踏在腳下，作墊石。

IX

Can it

be right to give what I can give?

To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears

As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years

Re-sighing on my lips renunciative

Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live

For all thy adjurations? O my fears,

That this can scarce be right! We are not peers

So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

That givers of such gifts as mine are, must

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas!

I will not soil thy purple with my dust,

Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,

Nor give thee any love—which were unjust.

Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.

我能不能有什么、就拿什么給你？

該不該讓你緊挨著我，承受

我簌簌的苦淚；聽著那傷逝的青春，

在我的唇邊重復(fù)著嘆息，偶而

浮起一絲微笑，哪怕你連勸帶哄，

也隨即在嘆息里寂滅？啊，我但怕

這并不應(yīng)該！我倆是不相稱的

一對，哪能匹配作情侶？我承認(rèn)，

我也傷心，象我這樣的施主

只算得鄙吝。唉，可是我怎能夠讓

我滿身的塵土玷污了你的紫袍，

叫我的毒氣噴向你那威尼斯晶杯！

我什么愛也不給，因為什么都不該給。

愛呀，讓我只愛著你，就算數(shù)了吧！

X

Yet,

love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,

Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light

Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:

And love is fire. And when I say at need

I love thee . . . mark! . . . I love thee—in thy sight

I stand transfigured, glorified aright,

With conscience of the new rays that proceed

Out of my face toward thine. There’s nothing low

In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures

Who love God, God accepts while loving so.

And what I feel, across the inferior features

Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show

How that great work of Love enhances Nature’s.

不過只要是愛，是愛，可就是美，

就值得你接受。你知道，愛就是火，

火總是光明的，不問著火的是廟堂

或者柴堆－－那棟梁還是荊榛在燒，

火焰里總跳得出同樣的光輝。當(dāng)我

不由得傾吐出：“我愛你！”在你的眼里，

那榮耀的瞬息，我忽然成了一尊金身，

感覺到有一道新吐的皓光從我天庭

投向你臉上。是愛，就無所謂卑下，

即使是最微賤的在愛：那微賤的生命

獻(xiàn)愛給上帝，寬宏的上帝受了它、

又回賜給它愛。我那迸發(fā)的熱情

就象道光，通過我這陋質(zhì)，昭示了

愛的大手筆怎樣給造物潤色。

XI

And

therefore if to love can be desert,

I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale

As these you see, and trembling knees that fail

To bear the burden of a heavy heart,—

This weary minstrel-life that once was girt

To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail

To pipe now ’gainst the valley nightingale

A melancholy music,—why advert

To these things? O Belovëd, it is plain

I am not of thy worth nor for thy place!

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain

From that same love this vindicating grace

To live on still in love, and yet in vain,—

To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.

這么說，把愛情作為我的名份，

我還不是完全不配承受。雖然，

你看，兩頰那么蒼白，那搖晃的

雙膝仿佛負(fù)擔(dān)不了沉重的心房；

這疲乏的行吟生涯也曾想望過

把奧納斯山 迮 登，卻只落得一片

辛酸的哀吟，怎好去跟谷鶯競奏？－－

干嗎提這些來著？啊，親愛的，

不用講，我高攀不上，不配在你身邊

占一個位置?？墒?，就因為我愛你，

這片愛情提拔我，讓我抬起了頭、

承受著光明，許我繼續(xù)活下去，

哪怕是怎樣枉然，也要愛你到底；

也要祝福你－－即使拒絕你在當(dāng)面。

XII

Indeed

this very love which is my boast,

And which, when rising up from breast to brow,

Doth crown me with a ruby large enow

To draw men’s eyes and prove the inner cost,—

This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,

I should not love withal, unless that thou

Hadst set me an example, shown me how,

When first thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed,

And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak

Of love even, as a good thing of my own:

Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,

And placed it by thee on a golden throne,—

And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)

Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

說真的，就是這為我所夸耀的愛吧，

當(dāng)它從胸房涌上眉梢，給我加上

一頂皇冠－－那一顆巨大的紅寶石，

光彩奪目，讓人知道它價值連城……

就算我這全部的、最高成就的愛吧，

我也不懂得怎樣去愛，要不是你

先立下示范，教給我該怎么辦－－

當(dāng)你懇切的目光第一次對上了

我的目光，而愛呼應(yīng)了愛。很明白，

即使愛，我也不能夸說是我的美德。

是你，把我從一片昏迷的軟乏中

抱起，高置上黃金的寶座，靠近在

你的身旁。而我懂得了愛，只因為

緊挨著你－－我唯一愛慕的人。