{"id":23744,"date":"2017-04-18T20:30:39","date_gmt":"2017-04-19T00:30:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=23744"},"modified":"2017-05-06T18:59:04","modified_gmt":"2017-05-06T22:59:04","slug":"%e3%80%8aode-on-indolence%e3%80%8b-by-john-keats__-%e6%b1%9f%e7%b4%b9%e5%80%ab%e4%b8%ad%e8%ad%af","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=23744","title":{"rendered":"\u300aOde On Indolence\u300b by John Keats__ \u6c5f\u7d39\u502b\u4e2d\u8b6f"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u300e\u6020\u61f6\u980c\u300f(\u6fdf\u6148)\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\u2018They toil not, neither do they spin.\u2019<\/p>\n

One morn before me were three figures seen,
\nWith bow\u00e8d necks, and join\u00e8d hands, side-faced;
\nAnd one behind the other stepp\u2019d serene,
\nIn placid sandals, and in white robes graced;
\nThey pass\u2019d, like figures on a marble urn,
\nWhen shifted round to see the other side;
\nThey came again; as when the urn once more
\nIs shifted round, the first seen shades return;
\nAnd they were strange to me, as may betide
\nWith vases, to one deep in Phidian lore.
\n\u4e00\u5929\u65e9\u6668\u6709\u4e09\u500b\u4eba\u5728\u6211\u9762\u524d\u51fa\u73fe
\n\u5782\u982d\u727d\u624b\u5074\u81c9
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\n\u5982\u77f3\u7515\u5716\u5f6b\u8d70\u904e\u6211\u9762\u524d
\n\u5f7c\u6b64\u8f49\u8eab\u7d66\u6211\u770b\u53e6\u4e00\u9762
\n\u77f3\u7515\u518d\u65cb\u8f49\u4e00\u7a0b
\n\u5f71\u5b50\u53c8\u4e00\u6b21\u51fa\u73fe
\n\u5982\u53e4\u5e0c\u81d8\u96d5\u523b\u540d\u5bb6\u7684\u82b1\u74f6
\n\u53eb\u6211\u898b\u4e86\u597d\u5947<\/p>\n

How is it, Shadows! that I knew ye not?
\nHow came ye muffled in so hush a mask?
\nWas it a silent deep-disguis\u00e8d plot
\nTo steal away, and leave without a task
\nMy idle days? Ripe was the drowsy hour;
\nThe blissful cloud of summer-indolence
\nBenumb\u2019d my eyes; my pulse grew less and less;
\nPain had no sting, and pleasure\u2019s wreath no flower:
\nO, why did ye not melt, and leave my sense
\nUnhaunted quite of all but\u2014nothingness?
\n\u4f60\u9019\u4e9b\u5f71\u5b50\u6211\u70ba\u4f55\u4e0d\u8a8d\u8b58
\n\u4f60\u5011\u70ba\u4f55\u5e36\u4f4f\u9762\u5177\u51fa\u73fe
\n\u96e3\u9053\u662f\u7cbe\u5fc3\u5047\u626e
\n\u60a0\u9592\u5f80\u4f86\u4e0d\u8981\u8cac\u4efb
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\n\u6c92\u6709\u5e72\u64fe\u53ea\u6709\u7a7a\u7121<\/p>\n

A third time pass\u2019d they by, and, passing, turn\u2019d
\nEach one the face a moment whiles to me;
\nThen faded, and to follow them I burn\u2019d
\nAnd ached for wings, because I knew the three;
\nThe first was a fair Maid, and Love her name;
\nThe second was Ambition, pale of cheek,
\nAnd ever watchful with fatigu\u00e8d eye;
\nThe last, whom I love more, the more of blame
\nIs heap\u2019d upon her, maiden most unmeek,\u2014
\nI knew to be my demon Poesy.
\n\u5b50\u7b2c\u4e09\u6b21\u8f49\u8eab\u7d93\u904e\u6211\u9762\u524d
\n\u6bcf\u4eba\u9762\u5411\u6211\u4e00\u6b21
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\n\u7528\u75b2\u5026\u773c\u775b\u5bdf\u8996
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\n\u5979\u662f\u6211\u7684\u8a69\u6b4c\u7cbe\u9748<\/p>\n

They faded, and, forsooth! I wanted wings:
\nO folly! What is Love? and where is it?
\nAnd for that poor Ambition! it springs
\nFrom a man\u2019s little heart\u2019s short fever-fit;
\nFor Poesy!\u2014no,\u2014she has not a joy,\u2014
\nAt least for me,\u2014so sweet as drowsy noons,
\nAnd evenings steep\u2019d in honey\u2019d indolence;
\nO, for an age so shelter\u2019d from annoy,
\nThat I may never know how change the moons,
\nOr hear the voice of busy common-sense!
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\n\u9019\u6642\u4ee3\u7684\u7169\u60f1\u907f\u96e3\u6240
\n\u6211\u5c07\u6c38\u9060\u4e0d\u77e5\u5982\u4f55\u6539\u8b8a\u6708\u4eae
\n\u6216\u8005\u65e5\u5e38\u7684\u7e41\u5fd9\u8072\u97f3<\/p>\n

And once more came they by:\u2014alas! wherefore?
\nMy sleep had been embroider\u2019d with dim dreams;
\nMy soul had been a lawn besprinkled o\u2019er
\nWith flowers, and stirring shades, and baffled beams:
\nThe morn was clouded, but no shower fell,
\nTho\u2019 in her lids hung the sweet tears of May;
\nThe open casement press\u2019d a new-leaved vine,
\nLet in the budding warmth and throstle\u2019s lay;
\nO Shadows! \u2019twas a time to bid farewell!
\nUpon your skirts had fallen no tears of mine.
\n\u5f71\u5b50\u53c8\u4e00\u6b21\u56de\u4f86\u771f\u662f\u4f55\u82e6\u4f86
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\n\u6668\u7a7a\u4e0a\u6c92\u96e8\u7684\u6d6e\u96f2
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\n\u6211\u4e0d\u66fe\u5728\u4f60\u5011\u88d9\u908a\u843d\u6dda<\/p>\n

So, ye three Ghosts, adieu! Ye cannot raise
\nMy head cool-bedded in the flowery grass;
\nFor I would not be dieted with praise,
\nA pet-lamb in a sentimental farce!
\nFade softly from my eyes, and be once more
\nIn masque-like figures on the dreamy urn;
\nFarewell! I yet have visions for the night,
\nAnd for the day faint visions there is store;
\nVanish, ye Phantoms! from my idle spright,
\nInto the clouds, and never more return!
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\u300e\u6020\u61f6\u980c\u300f(\u6fdf\u6148) \u2018They toil not, neither do they spin.\u2019 One morn before me were three figures seen, With bow\u00e8d necks, and join\u00e8d hands, side-faced; And one behind the other stepp\u2019d serene, In placid sandals, and in white robes graced; They pass\u2019d, … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[444,3,118,442],"tags":[116],"class_list":["post-23744","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-john-keats","category-poems","category-poems-english","category-rendition-of-poems","tag-sl-kong"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23744","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=23744"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23744\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23749,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23744\/revisions\/23749"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=23744"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=23744"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=23744"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}