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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)0 Y$ G/ G4 V8 V) \
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To see a world in a grain of sand,* o7 }, ~6 u4 \+ b1 |& Y4 G
And a heaven in a wild flower,+ v* o: j4 X1 u9 H, `
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
/ G$ g, t' k' z' s- j8 {And eternity in an hour.- A8 o1 R5 ^! V0 E- W+ G
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A robin redbreast in a cage# p$ R/ e+ D; z9 _! S1 t
Puts all heaven in a rage.
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) f! Q* @- o: W1 p! [ o' V; Z. mA dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
. T9 U% v% ^ CShudders hell thro' all its regions.% A( X+ u' Z* Y$ \/ O: O* k0 B
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
2 [: y( R) ^. m/ `: g" Q; D; Z- u QPredicts the ruin of the state.+ O! \+ o) z% i G5 p( y0 O
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A horse misused upon the road/ V# E" o6 `8 d" f7 p
Calls to heaven for human blood.
; s& W1 l% E: C8 f& l# VEach outcry of the hunted hare" U* ]- a/ b! Y$ F: b
A fibre from the brain does tear.) S, \" n5 E/ d; S
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A skylark wounded in the wing,
* R# B8 J6 W& E8 nA cherubim does cease to sing.
! {; f( n! P9 _# X; }7 nThe game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight7 M' |* z0 S" Z6 A
Does the rising sun affright.# z. m' I* `* A
1 X, C0 H7 \. k2 x+ x2 cEvery wolf's and lion's howl* @ x/ F5 `; e: _( C
Raises from hell a human soul.
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The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
1 R( U: V/ h W$ t' y9 A, tKeeps the human soul from care.
- j( _% |- z! @0 Z% m& U! c/ f9 SThe lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
( N* F e* Q8 `% Y, ]* n8 q7 YAnd yet forgives the butcher's knife.- H$ H& P& m( D! x" S5 Y# k
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The bat that flits at close of eve
% X3 t' i8 x3 @, j/ K8 p$ }4 A5 Z5 aHas left the brain that won't believe.
: V7 S; R6 ?+ ^The owl that calls upon the night
2 Z( a& E. |& i/ L4 J6 C4 ]& rSpeaks the unbeliever's fright.) j6 F7 T* ?& _6 l! I R( }
4 B! v& D/ h- m$ H8 f& V- iHe who shall hurt the little wren
. O( {3 u3 _; _' \: _Shall never be belov'd by men.
c8 {1 G+ w7 A8 V, WHe who the ox to wrath has mov'd; e7 B1 L+ ^6 @, @& y
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
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The wanton boy that kills the fly
: \, v0 Q0 D4 _& l# XShall feel the spider's enmity.% U. e1 ^2 B( J3 O; u4 h" ]
He who torments the chafer's sprite
! f) D g. y- g! E# AWeaves a bower in endless night./ R& U$ F5 D" _( _
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The caterpillar on the leaf
, x( I% v" X) Q- W/ C" vRepeats to thee thy mother's grief.
& ~. D) [+ u2 G( Q2 P; ]Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
! T5 p: I* b- {+ T, I% C6 `For the last judgement draweth nigh.
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He who shall train the horse to war" N& [0 U4 O, b+ R6 _+ a6 H
Shall never pass the polar bar.
: P% X; m' Y: t" hThe beggar's dog and widow's cat,
3 X, P, @# |/ Q8 jFeed them and thou wilt grow fat.% D) V, u! z& @/ K6 o8 c; d
+ k7 z* m* s0 uThe gnat that sings his summer's song
2 L) F( {1 A- a% k% y. BPoison gets from slander's tongue.* s$ s" q4 j3 M E8 e
The poison of the snake and newt
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The poison of the honey bee
/ R" W( K7 O1 s* Z, {' NIs the artist's jealousy.4 _6 s$ U$ E' w
" n/ u; J$ |. FThe prince's robes and beggar's rags
1 }1 S1 B" C& d% p) F% NAre toadstools on the miser's bags.. Q1 g: v$ }: X- ^* ~2 |% M
A truth that's told with bad intent& W# m$ }+ \# z" {$ r; G
Beats all the lies you can invent.2 A: o1 x" I8 j5 b
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It is right it should be so;
+ h7 q$ P- t0 r, _$ hMan was made for joy and woe;/ I- Z9 g! v( M: r, f/ }0 U
And when this we rightly know,
4 D! `0 F8 a6 I8 u- B5 A# N3 S# TThro' the world we safely go.
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X9 [/ }1 F% A* x& ~Joy and woe are woven fine,, E# T5 j5 O9 [7 \" N- ]
A clothing for the soul divine.
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Runs a joy with silken twine.
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The babe is more than swaddling bands;. w k' U/ b; t5 X2 d
Every farmer understands.
7 F7 z% a$ F, S7 @% CEvery tear from every eye
6 I! M5 p3 R9 [4 C) C% T, tBecomes a babe in eternity;
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This is caught by females bright," X2 M8 J* n P
And return'd to its own delight.5 G2 {6 @8 _, M9 e5 X
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
+ Q0 H* [2 Q5 B! Y uAre waves that beat on heaven's shore.0 z G% z% A3 n3 b
) b9 Z: `. l0 \7 s0 h# JThe babe that weeps the rod beneath/ x+ ^/ D p5 T8 a
Writes revenge in realms of death.& x- i9 E$ w3 ] l p! N% u$ I" b G
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,* s7 Y- x, l- T4 N% B2 y2 s
Does to rags the heavens tear.$ Q7 d) @$ ], R* \$ h5 C% c
7 N; U0 p( i$ `. E: {& d1 M, |The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,6 H/ k/ B2 ]) H. P4 R6 }- ]7 i7 X
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.8 ]! x8 r# T% D; h( {3 S# O. |9 X
The poor man's farthing is worth more
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One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands! o" Y$ q; u* h G/ }
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;8 L9 A9 Q8 m& I- o7 s" H
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Does that whole nation sell and buy.+ V6 _6 \) I' q
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He who mocks the infant's faith9 Q( b" J& ^) ]
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
* _- r7 P! U$ Y1 @& \* Z- Y6 W. O8 p4 cHe who shall teach the child to doubt$ j, Z4 f0 t; y! S1 J
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.& \+ Y1 J/ s; w3 P8 y. ]6 V
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He who respects the infant's faith
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5 o( f2 Z8 W& C4 V5 ?% kThe child's toys and the old man's reasons4 x# [8 w: o2 l5 p
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
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: H, Z H+ j, h; h4 @The questioner, who sits so sly,
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He who replies to words of doubt+ _" f* p3 u# |0 ~. _6 |
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
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The strongest poison ever known; O: d& f4 G4 j2 x( Z! w
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.0 y( U- p4 N5 w( B0 P% s
Nought can deform the human race
# | |5 }( O6 M1 ~. a4 g5 ULike to the armour's iron brace.
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When gold and gems adorn the plow,
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A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
; K3 `" t0 p3 z. v; f. q; @Is to doubt a fit reply.7 L$ N1 x9 s0 X1 G
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The emmet's inch and eagle's mile! A7 ]5 z2 h, E
Make lame philosophy to smile.+ x* r- D8 \+ Q8 B7 p. m% k
He who doubts from what he sees
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If the sun and moon should doubt,
# r8 l1 x+ Q( d$ n% hThey'd immediately go out.
" e: S7 X" d/ h0 a7 Y; NTo be in a passion you good may do, V* s1 M# g- U* B6 C% M, Z/ q
But no good if a passion is in you.7 Q% K* r0 o) r0 `3 Y+ `* `, u
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The whore and gambler, by the state* S! v% r2 B1 g9 c. \
Licensed, build that nation's fate., N0 a N! ^7 K7 T4 n, R5 s
The harlot's cry from street to street
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+ S% c7 K8 T2 u( R7 E3 uThe winner's shout, the loser's curse,8 b! M+ I1 }# G* j+ H
Dance before dead England's hearse.
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6 E' @1 w# D+ S) D# kEvery night and every morn" G8 Y2 n9 @) h: g& x
Some to misery are born,& ], @6 _# h5 M) @" B% E
Every morn and every night
) E+ o2 B S. {4 R# _+ ~' q9 E |Some are born to sweet delight.
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Some are born to sweet delight,
& U+ T4 E. D C& y, Y: T) F% aSome are born to endless night.
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) O& P; z4 }4 r- Y3 }We are led to believe a lie# Y4 w. H1 i5 D& {. u/ t
When we see not thro' the eye,8 ]) R) p0 P) F
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
f7 K, u+ B( E4 F8 d4 H( _When the soul slept in beams of light.
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God appears, and God is light,% D. L1 h) S u; @
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
8 c% z2 O8 v9 e- iBut does a human form display* H2 p& {: y2 D- ?) j+ f0 p
To those who dwell in realms of day. |
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