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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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To see a world in a grain of sand,; Q+ F. k4 w8 S3 z9 W, Z
And a heaven in a wild flower,
) b5 `1 u: e2 kHold infinity in the palm of your hand,
- g" M8 L& J$ ?3 n& B$ zAnd eternity in an hour.6 f4 U4 Z. c7 Y3 j# d' G# P
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A robin redbreast in a cage$ L" z0 C7 G. ~. c2 I
Puts all heaven in a rage.
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A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
' W: Q0 q. ~$ N) s. [, T3 V* TShudders hell thro' all its regions.
, }+ f) e6 j- V; C, e6 {A dog starv'd at his master's gate, Z# i. r A! N
Predicts the ruin of the state.
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3 S9 a5 h; g; rA horse misused upon the road+ Y* v' J# T5 J
Calls to heaven for human blood.
2 R( i; @" d2 o' x& aEach outcry of the hunted hare
1 s1 }1 ?6 Q+ M7 }A fibre from the brain does tear.
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8 [# p$ U* O) c, G$ JA skylark wounded in the wing,
9 N7 R, o3 a& {5 a7 I' a! u6 G) WA cherubim does cease to sing.3 \# K- Q4 @ ^% }3 L
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight% {, f7 V: G2 P
Does the rising sun affright.
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Every wolf's and lion's howl
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The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
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The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,* B7 O6 F1 c, t6 u; ^
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
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' ~( v. v2 s/ g1 D1 f0 rThe bat that flits at close of eve$ {+ Y5 E( V& x" L
Has left the brain that won't believe.! C1 X4 N; G% ?* j8 w0 K( D
The owl that calls upon the night
4 G/ _( T) q+ ^3 L, X8 E# z5 F6 VSpeaks the unbeliever's fright.
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He who shall hurt the little wren
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He who the ox to wrath has mov'd: r, k4 W0 l. J, D' N3 L; [. C( R
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
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4 F/ k/ h$ v% A. dThe wanton boy that kills the fly, ?- p9 n1 a: O% E; P0 Y, G9 n3 c' @
Shall feel the spider's enmity." t) L3 y. D3 v$ U( t
He who torments the chafer's sprite
7 T5 K$ z& ?! \- ?1 B0 U* R$ SWeaves a bower in endless night.
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The caterpillar on the leaf3 z$ y3 X7 h! ]& |8 y# R
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.) b- N) \9 d% S
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
' Y4 g/ t9 E6 z0 k" d: OFor the last judgement draweth nigh.
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! @5 G! t/ ~' p( p/ rHe who shall train the horse to war' U e3 P: b8 ~/ W) t. u* l' R
Shall never pass the polar bar.6 f4 V' x! M, q5 B
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
1 ?8 @7 O4 U4 S Q1 Q( [Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
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* A- Z. i% ~1 iThe gnat that sings his summer's song6 K* v" q; ]0 p9 q" Z7 W
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
+ t8 Y9 H. v, a8 a0 Z$ A. H, t3 vThe poison of the snake and newt( j5 U( v1 p* W5 p9 E) x
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
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$ U# S/ C7 o, l: m, G$ P1 o8 ^, R) KThe poison of the honey bee: t- z1 l) J& O5 N
Is the artist's jealousy.) J7 w6 H; \9 l8 J% d, X
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The prince's robes and beggar's rags* V2 {: n2 A2 z
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
+ I. V% K8 n+ j U- k$ ^A truth that's told with bad intent
( T2 b( M9 k5 r) ~+ p% cBeats all the lies you can invent.: ?/ o3 Q% |$ |: i* c
0 a( L4 b+ W. S0 @2 y$ oIt is right it should be so;
6 M# B' W+ A' d7 FMan was made for joy and woe;* E, c: W! b' W" k& v
And when this we rightly know,# i% L6 }% k) j% \3 _
Thro' the world we safely go.
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Joy and woe are woven fine,
$ J9 s0 d+ E. |A clothing for the soul divine.) a0 X3 G2 N+ O4 V* x& O
Under every grief and pine
" X% k% T9 Y& u% v0 c2 \1 HRuns a joy with silken twine.
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The babe is more than swaddling bands;
: J6 }2 T5 b, G: HEvery farmer understands.2 N. ^ u4 J7 g- O7 v7 I0 \
Every tear from every eye9 Y o8 [8 Y: _, a5 y, r
Becomes a babe in eternity;. X) h& H+ R, Q9 b7 h; Q4 v% P
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This is caught by females bright,1 K2 @- W: _, q0 r" y+ B8 ]
And return'd to its own delight.
: o) Z8 A( k8 v. j& ?The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
& Z8 }/ a7 Z( j. h: FAre waves that beat on heaven's shore.
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The babe that weeps the rod beneath0 A8 J7 M& c1 |! O$ w
Writes revenge in realms of death.
7 x/ `; p* J2 u! L& AThe beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
. H! m1 x: l" L! CDoes to rags the heavens tear.
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The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,& S7 s- r0 }) q/ N
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
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Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
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9 g+ E! R& }! B% y0 VOne mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands+ `" M+ K# u/ c) \ ^& `8 S- L
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
* u2 u; Y+ ?- a3 N- C* NOr, if protected from on high,
+ K+ l* _- x! B/ U ?Does that whole nation sell and buy.
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& A; d( C7 t7 B/ G5 \$ ~- hHe who mocks the infant's faith
8 |6 Y2 G! }% ~; b" G' l: qShall be mock'd in age and death.
3 z" p6 f* o/ o2 IHe who shall teach the child to doubt+ C+ _! X& C- p! _! i5 q7 X
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
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He who respects the infant's faith3 _7 G; S) s5 C0 _, j4 z. v' p
Triumphs over hell and death.
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Are the fruits of the two seasons.3 D6 y7 @$ I2 N! j! E
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The questioner, who sits so sly,& B' r, l1 ?3 {% B5 @/ E/ I
Shall never know how to reply.5 p7 k- l6 p4 n' j* [' N. s/ h
He who replies to words of doubt
/ W' G1 n2 c2 A- rDoth put the light of knowledge out.- d' Y, _% Z& o' E
2 {7 s9 }" g6 bThe strongest poison ever known1 m9 n* H* K! u* P7 q9 X1 F
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
8 M- y" s& d7 k. _Nought can deform the human race; H: j; h6 O, x+ {! ]
Like to the armour's iron brace.1 b6 G, ~: b+ @* ?9 c$ \
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When gold and gems adorn the plow,( ^! T4 A+ n% k( _1 G
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.. T5 {% V: b' k7 K9 _5 Z! `
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,3 l8 }& G0 K/ z
Is to doubt a fit reply.
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The emmet's inch and eagle's mile8 }8 h# \; O+ `
Make lame philosophy to smile.
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Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
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If the sun and moon should doubt,1 o a- E! q: V3 S4 S2 Q
They'd immediately go out.
/ ^2 S- u& n! R$ VTo be in a passion you good may do,
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The whore and gambler, by the state
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The harlot's cry from street to street
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The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
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2 c0 ^5 H: Z! Y8 A$ {4 I- W& cEvery night and every morn
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Some are born to sweet delight.5 H, J3 W# o6 V- N, p
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Some are born to endless night., y: z3 c; E" W, d2 b9 @) X
/ z c: G" `$ l3 l' n, x$ BWe are led to believe a lie9 ~" q5 U6 P2 f9 }
When we see not thro' the eye, ^! A8 x6 ~5 }4 ^
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
! H. p( l0 E2 f1 d% q, L$ CWhen the soul slept in beams of light.
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God appears, and God is light,
6 ~ ~. ^( n8 ^8 }, nTo those poor souls who dwell in night;
0 b/ T- |% c6 P# s4 L/ | gBut does a human form display1 C( g- T, A! ?# Y" |% t/ F
To those who dwell in realms of day. |
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