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第一段是Blake诗, Auguries of Innocence, 的前四句,全文很长!看看全文是不是有助于理解作者的本意。(不知道,太长了,没耐心看)
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1 q- S% c/ f, K2 cTo see a world in a grain of sand,
; s+ J( I3 `) c! s9 P! L, rAnd a heaven in a wild flower,
2 j! ]2 ^* U* o) k8 ^& O+ qHold infinity in the palm of your hand,
3 F7 K( h& I$ S7 oAnd eternity in an hour.
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A robin redbreast in a cage$ a. x- U3 S! H1 j
Puts all heaven in a rage.! [# l) \% ]0 D0 L7 c
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A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
- [" M( P/ U& R# jShudders hell thro' all its regions.! E9 K' w- G1 B \9 s
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
% B- ?) K5 D9 T X0 Z, qPredicts the ruin of the state.6 L8 y4 v/ ~/ H+ Q
& ?0 m! G+ @2 ?+ O2 cA horse misused upon the road6 i# g: t% X- Z& G- d0 i+ p& N
Calls to heaven for human blood.
# ]0 u/ F) r, z* H6 M* AEach outcry of the hunted hare
; ~' k: }% I1 g: \/ K AA fibre from the brain does tear.
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2 D1 \# T% ?2 I* x# VA skylark wounded in the wing,+ }; X1 L0 K( I2 I
A cherubim does cease to sing.
: X- A' z+ \' D- q/ WThe game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
0 ]# l, H' n+ T% ?+ IDoes the rising sun affright.
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Every wolf's and lion's howl
2 P9 Z6 _; B0 S5 @& J6 PRaises from hell a human soul.
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The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,3 Q- G$ N' G7 l' T% D* _
Keeps the human soul from care.
; k/ d" _3 A3 d9 y% wThe lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
8 O! H' q- _( v3 NAnd yet forgives the butcher's knife.
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- ^, o/ Z0 z0 U4 w8 ?3 [/ J" J6 _The bat that flits at close of eve* S+ j) S) r& U* z. L! F% C& R" \ n
Has left the brain that won't believe.7 f0 ?8 a7 Z% E0 @5 @- Z( u
The owl that calls upon the night
. z2 p9 A' e. T. bSpeaks the unbeliever's fright.
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: T1 f. e3 w/ V) _! S# i! xHe who shall hurt the little wren
# _* v1 U7 W6 @) Q; H: AShall never be belov'd by men.5 D* {4 ~) S/ ]. ]
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd9 w# `6 J7 _% c# x& W
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
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$ Y+ g2 K/ n$ [' I, LThe wanton boy that kills the fly) Q- p) z9 P! \7 U
Shall feel the spider's enmity.& U# v( y, f# E' Z8 i$ _; b
He who torments the chafer's sprite' B! K, k2 ]) l- D C6 f
Weaves a bower in endless night.
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The caterpillar on the leaf. C0 V1 P* g* a! o
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
4 `+ h) l: ]2 j: `Kill not the moth nor butterfly,$ S. R# E: g, s9 h
For the last judgement draweth nigh." T# a+ X$ t& X$ [' l
& ^& b- t% x5 g; h# R O; n5 d$ tHe who shall train the horse to war
7 {0 `2 l# o2 w; J! z& ^7 z1 NShall never pass the polar bar.8 }( v7 R' x0 i- x7 S
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
2 s; X, }6 S, `% h+ n( W- RFeed them and thou wilt grow fat.
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' \; B5 l, y- W' r; bThe gnat that sings his summer's song
3 J$ H: G T5 k. B0 j5 sPoison gets from slander's tongue.
4 Q. z" ^4 K; Z3 PThe poison of the snake and newt
: w. {8 p. p4 _6 x* vIs the sweat of envy's foot.
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The poison of the honey bee
0 W+ x% n e) T+ x7 FIs the artist's jealousy.2 k" y2 i S! r* V3 S2 G
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The prince's robes and beggar's rags0 H% h$ `; D+ e7 w
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
0 o. x$ _: _! q, G) XA truth that's told with bad intent
+ L- I/ j8 X6 b: E0 X: [9 @$ Q& y3 i8 EBeats all the lies you can invent.6 I! w% U0 E- \
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It is right it should be so;
3 `8 K6 U1 }2 pMan was made for joy and woe;/ a8 O: y' ?6 L) y& r
And when this we rightly know,& ]3 Z9 x+ B, C0 C
Thro' the world we safely go./ v! q8 C6 }, B* h. B, z( Z
8 y" V, f$ b4 pJoy and woe are woven fine," |) r9 A* ]( k; a' J
A clothing for the soul divine.+ d" O+ m, D! l: m) x1 l0 n
Under every grief and pine, ?9 r1 T; R6 B; Y; H2 @
Runs a joy with silken twine.
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/ r3 J+ \ Z3 H- d7 Q3 k3 jThe babe is more than swaddling bands;2 l' @! I' B. W; W- O5 e' j
Every farmer understands.% c2 k& c, q: r P
Every tear from every eye
) t- j. h T3 D, J4 k* ~# X, y9 BBecomes a babe in eternity;9 x+ c- q& O: y. q; i
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This is caught by females bright,2 W+ U: s3 L% y( t
And return'd to its own delight." e( N) ?0 ^. F% w8 k2 a
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,) X3 ^7 `( F: M' ]2 e" @8 \- Q
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.1 P4 n1 [: h0 C3 T& R
" x2 d( e) J1 u; s% J" s& xThe babe that weeps the rod beneath
8 V! |. F! A( L& r D1 \* g2 j7 lWrites revenge in realms of death.
4 F: C( j+ E4 {% @) d& V" X% KThe beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
. u4 T% m- V B/ R% @Does to rags the heavens tear.2 J. t. `9 \6 t6 B3 M* @
1 E) ^2 e3 j# LThe soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,- D; G$ a5 F" S% q6 q
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.. ?, M; d* p4 A6 ^" r
The poor man's farthing is worth more
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One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
" E% c# B" J, T9 S& VShall buy and sell the miser's lands;$ s9 ^) {. N9 ]/ ~, Q0 h# T
Or, if protected from on high,2 u! Z+ u; v1 ]# X, C
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
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He who mocks the infant's faith+ `0 |( w- O9 I% |6 q2 b
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
+ K) p" r1 ~0 |& F! }' W1 G+ pHe who shall teach the child to doubt: I' ~7 @: s3 q5 r) h. H$ v1 d0 ^6 r
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
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He who respects the infant's faith6 `/ u5 \9 ?7 a5 e7 E2 `
Triumphs over hell and death.% d9 ~- ~* T3 T8 |$ U% E
The child's toys and the old man's reasons p9 K& ^' D, d4 K! Y
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
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! |1 }( J( n" RThe questioner, who sits so sly,5 ^1 \6 v: G+ ~- y# m7 Y
Shall never know how to reply.
' {3 d% r u1 F, G2 i8 m& eHe who replies to words of doubt8 |; c2 ~* q7 d3 V5 W
Doth put the light of knowledge out., [% P% H0 E5 w0 b; @/ r1 l
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The strongest poison ever known" p9 U& z& k( a9 z% K
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
# a# N/ e; I/ I3 o* t8 f9 mNought can deform the human race
. Z$ T5 s- Y+ U' U5 l8 u/ wLike to the armour's iron brace.7 Y+ N4 n) ], S0 E0 j
; l4 y" p% j* A7 GWhen gold and gems adorn the plow,
T; f. G- f! v$ x( fTo peaceful arts shall envy bow.
# d! ?& W0 O2 R) l6 HA riddle, or the cricket's cry,7 {) j9 S% O! F2 P8 h
Is to doubt a fit reply.
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0 C0 S, ]* a% Y Z$ z/ u5 QThe emmet's inch and eagle's mile
j2 M* w) @8 FMake lame philosophy to smile.
5 n% G+ u; u* V: H2 U! hHe who doubts from what he sees
2 I; a8 D; G- e/ c- {Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
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If the sun and moon should doubt,
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& q6 @* P; a* c& v DTo be in a passion you good may do,
- |; W# k9 Z( S, I, b8 N3 I$ CBut no good if a passion is in you.
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0 {& r* ?) q" c9 e h$ DThe whore and gambler, by the state8 e2 L1 S) f: {/ T3 A2 E
Licensed, build that nation's fate.4 ] y: q4 i, R+ U; n
The harlot's cry from street to street) s8 |: Q% Q( E
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
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$ x" B1 _5 W8 WThe winner's shout, the loser's curse,; g# Q7 k2 n9 H5 P0 v2 ?3 V/ c
Dance before dead England's hearse.
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Every night and every morn
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d' u: @$ s( q: d- WEvery morn and every night
1 _/ O+ Z; G1 l5 MSome are born to sweet delight.
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* |0 X# I0 ~/ ~- o# Y+ G2 mSome are born to sweet delight,2 ]+ j/ ?3 I0 c- \- b! {. l
Some are born to endless night.
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' K) ~1 Y ]5 t5 r! a" TWe are led to believe a lie# L& d0 w/ d5 i a, |) D7 m
When we see not thro' the eye,: G: c4 E: A5 z% z
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,* g; A9 Q1 W, r9 F, A
When the soul slept in beams of light.
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( `1 h: k# i& E" o. YGod appears, and God is light,3 M2 W2 g% N6 E! _" J
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
" |( o! F* {" A" q' t" t8 T! \7 DBut does a human form display- O# d+ Q$ x. p" d
To those who dwell in realms of day. |
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