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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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' Y5 b+ x1 I7 UTo see a world in a grain of sand,
7 ~' e& \( S( [" yAnd a heaven in a wild flower,
1 N* [+ R& b2 ]0 uHold infinity in the palm of your hand,7 t9 M$ [1 d* D% z! s# n2 a z
And eternity in an hour.1 D: B( V1 g0 X# F4 u7 q4 G
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A robin redbreast in a cage( a0 G j' o3 g, v4 d2 P
Puts all heaven in a rage.0 K6 u/ q2 {0 e0 V5 W0 `9 \, t5 A
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A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
( a, t( d$ N- j* w! A# y. B2 {9 FShudders hell thro' all its regions.) a. L) Z( N$ d! o' k) l
A dog starv'd at his master's gate- g1 ]% f* J. ]7 l$ l, |# s# v/ n
Predicts the ruin of the state.
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3 Y5 x0 T+ g8 K8 j( o, GA horse misused upon the road
7 N, F3 J: I, T; s' {Calls to heaven for human blood./ j: a2 ^2 c1 k8 d, D
Each outcry of the hunted hare
: X+ g6 w5 _2 @' \A fibre from the brain does tear.; C J# q: ]6 p# V5 W, i! Z7 x
% _( Q$ \. F& ^- a8 S! pA skylark wounded in the wing,
# j( U) I' x6 j P9 FA cherubim does cease to sing.
0 [* Q1 `% C4 V9 C4 G$ S" T; j( ?The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight: `$ q0 X5 ]/ j2 w6 ^( `
Does the rising sun affright.& n% r: X/ A( q8 z9 P9 {2 n
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Every wolf's and lion's howl
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The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,$ L# G: s" J* j" o; k
Keeps the human soul from care., ?' k3 s) |8 V0 l' F8 Q+ k+ g
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
: I0 D8 k" W+ W9 W; T: F$ BAnd yet forgives the butcher's knife.
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The bat that flits at close of eve& A' y/ Y' \% ]$ L- R
Has left the brain that won't believe.0 j+ C; ^8 R8 T* K j
The owl that calls upon the night9 @2 h/ l$ Q, g
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
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6 x# k( e4 }$ qHe who shall hurt the little wren
c& j7 K* h6 O$ xShall never be belov'd by men.! a" u: H( W" g7 [) x
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd' I0 N% [) p" P( m$ S
Shall never be by woman lov'd.5 M' w4 P, [ G2 l
9 J7 J. o! z' L7 GThe wanton boy that kills the fly
/ E' r* g. Z1 X: ZShall feel the spider's enmity.
0 `+ u$ B3 I! i% w" V4 GHe who torments the chafer's sprite
* |( B9 a5 {3 x% W- j4 DWeaves a bower in endless night.
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! R: F4 _* a6 _2 ?9 u8 K' F- ~The caterpillar on the leaf
* ~# A/ x/ M' W- t; I2 zRepeats to thee thy mother's grief.
6 l& U! m$ E$ [Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
# \- ^: r1 ~- E" O* |0 S vFor the last judgement draweth nigh.
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1 `6 s X4 A8 Y2 X F4 ^* @4 a4 ~He who shall train the horse to war' M/ C3 `$ {. d2 ~ [' t. V( r
Shall never pass the polar bar.6 @6 x) J @9 F
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
4 F, u* v5 Z# m& U F! `Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
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The gnat that sings his summer's song
7 `: J! E0 p& X8 yPoison gets from slander's tongue.7 I! l" a: B, f6 y5 M. K P) |
The poison of the snake and newt# z, E0 Y# ~" D n# i- g
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
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- x8 J! l$ n% @: h. ~, k$ \; s- kThe poison of the honey bee
, F6 R6 G/ A- w7 ?Is the artist's jealousy.
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The prince's robes and beggar's rags
% L5 p9 T" ]2 p8 `Are toadstools on the miser's bags.+ W ]$ x: f6 ?& Y% k& N T
A truth that's told with bad intent1 w3 r, U L( M0 q+ G9 [% w9 r( v
Beats all the lies you can invent.
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It is right it should be so;7 H) l! U+ i0 p, ]: G' H
Man was made for joy and woe;
3 U6 ~8 E- f& i/ XAnd when this we rightly know,6 @! H) B9 [3 F' u. v D' e
Thro' the world we safely go.
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" x. v# y# v0 {& A/ h6 RJoy and woe are woven fine,; ^( g9 X9 c$ X$ ?" K6 \& L! O- X
A clothing for the soul divine.+ r0 z+ O5 A! Y) c2 E8 X7 ]
Under every grief and pine3 B5 r) P6 e% J
Runs a joy with silken twine.
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6 U9 s7 P% r5 P/ BThe babe is more than swaddling bands;
- q1 A/ Y+ f, Q, v* ?Every farmer understands.: N: _6 P4 Y! @+ w! v
Every tear from every eye, R/ J& T* v1 N; y) a [8 y
Becomes a babe in eternity;- ]; r; r5 C! J7 w7 W& J: m1 O W
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This is caught by females bright,1 C! Q+ S# M4 ~* a" Y; n t# {) C
And return'd to its own delight.
( Z8 L& N$ n5 {3 E& ZThe bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
7 T0 x& F, h4 V& [Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.* E& g$ Z( B7 Y1 r# p+ X
$ F1 K/ F5 Y/ X* U: d/ NThe babe that weeps the rod beneath; Q$ d/ s4 J& C
Writes revenge in realms of death., W' u5 U- }/ C% G$ x* s" z
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air, w/ m& b+ Q [" z
Does to rags the heavens tear.4 W2 a( d+ q% @. ^! L4 Y2 L" D
0 u' E! x+ |! sThe soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,& F5 l2 N" r' Z7 E4 L- k# F* n
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.9 p2 p$ w E) ?* _. `- {1 J
The poor man's farthing is worth more
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One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
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Or, if protected from on high,
o+ V7 |# C- i7 N9 \) D2 y9 U$ JDoes that whole nation sell and buy.
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He who mocks the infant's faith
: s) _2 g! z9 ~, F# J: l( @Shall be mock'd in age and death.
9 ~- c$ e" D! j3 G! [He who shall teach the child to doubt
7 W3 r$ V3 e0 mThe rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
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He who respects the infant's faith5 G2 n" c% v8 h# O+ t! G4 t
Triumphs over hell and death.
+ U4 |" P3 G, C. {, i& \1 }The child's toys and the old man's reasons
+ c* a3 q1 }& FAre the fruits of the two seasons.! R+ |" u$ X' H) L* T
& Z! y6 j6 b$ IThe questioner, who sits so sly,- T2 T6 J+ C- U" V( P4 f& S
Shall never know how to reply.
+ ~% |+ B5 W% }. wHe who replies to words of doubt
& ~* ?, `# j4 y9 i0 oDoth put the light of knowledge out.
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The strongest poison ever known: w! ]2 R; A& F! g+ q: C& W0 [
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
! o% [6 u/ o9 y6 \$ D. sNought can deform the human race
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When gold and gems adorn the plow,, U) N1 L9 c; y- z9 w
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
" f8 d( s+ n* [# l% j) xA riddle, or the cricket's cry,
* T4 z2 a3 ^" ^9 \Is to doubt a fit reply.
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) e c6 L1 {+ c- [/ N5 k$ vThe emmet's inch and eagle's mile
% L" G2 @. P% A9 @1 jMake lame philosophy to smile.
+ q! }5 i1 C) j. ^3 THe who doubts from what he sees
0 R1 [% C9 d8 a4 cWill ne'er believe, do what you please.
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, J( c2 a' i& E' j/ DIf the sun and moon should doubt,
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But no good if a passion is in you.+ Y5 F; q- W% b8 D
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The whore and gambler, by the state
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The harlot's cry from street to street
( U0 V8 n) o- bShall weave old England's winding-sheet. X' h& z& G P* W) O) ?9 x1 }/ n
- U4 P* ]+ i' ?% h0 B" ^. ?The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
% q6 p- K7 ?9 ]* [3 lDance before dead England's hearse.' G. j+ V+ S7 B* h
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Every night and every morn
* S6 F* z5 J! n7 ~3 d6 w; k: e7 rSome to misery are born,
& n0 O& M, ^5 D: FEvery morn and every night
# p$ a- W4 }- V$ JSome are born to sweet delight.
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Some are born to sweet delight,
* f7 ]8 U! @/ r3 p. }Some are born to endless night.
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( W+ v$ j# j* q5 f' f; \, ~We are led to believe a lie/ G+ r& s# H% @1 V. L% H% P
When we see not thro' the eye,0 c* ?, F# ?7 Z0 I: d
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
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: T7 P7 h+ w: U0 KGod appears, and God is light,
/ Q0 y8 L' z/ ?/ G" rTo those poor souls who dwell in night;
. E# F9 t5 [3 V. t" o% {% Y) zBut does a human form display0 p& v9 L' M# _
To those who dwell in realms of day. |
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