\u300aMy House by W.B. Yeats\/\u8449\u6148\u300b<\/p>\n
An ancient bridge, and a more ancient tower, \u53e4\u6a4b\u90a3\u908a\u662f\u4e00\u5ea7\u66f4\u53e4\u7684\u5854\u6a13
\nA farmhouse that is sheltered by its wall, \u4e00\u9593\u8fb2\u820d\u5728\u570d\u7246\u5167\u9762
\nAn acre of stony ground, \u6709\u4e00\u755d\u77f3\u5730
\nWhere the symbolic rose can break in flower, \u8594\u8587\u5728\u8c61\u5fb5\u7dbb\u653e
\nOld ragged elms, old thorns innumerable, \u6578\u68f5\u8001\u6986\u6a39\u5728\u834a\u68d8\u53e2\u4e2d\u62d4\u8d77
\nThe sound of the rain or sound \u96e8\u8072\u6e05\u6d0c
\nOf every wind that blows; \u4f34\u540c\u98a8\u7684\u6bcf\u6b21\u5439\u62c2
\nThe stilted water-hen \u9577\u8173\u6c34\u79bd\u6232\u6c34
\nCrossing stream again \u5728\u6eaa\u88cf\u4f86\u56de
\nScared by the splashing of a dozen cows; \u88ab\u4e00\u7fa4\u725b\u6ffa\u6c34\u9a5a\u8d77<\/p>\n
A winding stair, a chamber arched with stone, \u8ff4\u65cb\u68af\u4e0a\u7684\u77f3\u58c1\u5167\u6709\u62f1\u9580\u5ec2\u623f
\nA grey stone fireplace with an open hearth, \u77f3\u706b\u7210\u88cf\u706b\u5149\u718a\u718a
\nA candle and written page. \u4e00\u679d\u7d05\u71ed\u7368\u5c0d\u4e00\u8449\u5beb\u6eff\u7684\u66f8\u7d19
\nIl Penseroso’s Platonist toiled on \u6182\u9b31\u7684\u7406\u60f3\u76f2\u8a69\u4eba\u66fe\u65bc\u6b64\u5beb\u4f5c
\nIn some like chamber, shadowing forth \u6216\u5728\u4e00\u9593\u76f8\u4f3c\u7684\u623f\u5167
\nHow the daemonic rage \u9810\u8a00\u9b54\u9b3c\u6fc0\u60c5\u555f\u767c
\nImagined everything. \u4e00\u5207\u5e7b\u60f3
\nBenighted travellers \u90a3\u591c\u884c\u904e\u5ba2
\nFrom markets and from fairs \u4f86\u56de\u5546\u5872\u548c\u5e02\u96c6
\nHave seen his midnight candle glimmering. \u66fe\u898b\u4ed6\u7684\u5348\u591c\u71ed\u5149\u6416\u66f5<\/p>\n
Two men have founded here. A man-at-arms \u9019\u57fa\u696d\u6709\u5169\u500b\u5275\u59cb\u4eba
\nGathered a score of horse and spent his days \u4e00\u4f4d\u8ecd\u4eba\u7cfe\u96c6\u4e86\u4e00\u7fa4\u99ac\u5152
\nIn this tumultuous spot, \u5728\u6b64\u6d88\u78e8\u65e5\u5b50
\nWhere through long wars and sudden night alarms \u6b77\u7d93\u6230\u706b\u53ca\u591c\u9593\u7684\u7a81\u767c\u9a5a\u5831
\nHis dwindling score and he seemed castaways \u4ed6\u548c\u99ac\u5152\u5168\u6578\u88ab\u4eba\u907a\u68c4
\nForgetting and forgot; \u5fd8\u8a18\u4e86\u66f4\u88ab\u907a\u5fd8\u6b86\u76e1
\nAnd I, that after me \u6211\u53ca\u6211\u7684\u5f8c\u4ee3
\nMy bodily heirs may find, \u6211\u7684\u53ef\u80fd\u7e7c\u627f\u4eba
\nTo exalt a lonely mind, \u5c07\u6703\u79ae\u8b9a\u4e00\u9846\u5bc2\u5bde\u4e4b\u5fc3
\nBefitting emblems of adversity. \u53cd\u7167\u6230\u52dd\u56f0\u5883\u7684\u6a19\u64da<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u300aMy House by W.B. Yeats\/\u8449\u6148\u300b An ancient bridge, and a more ancient tower, \u53e4\u6a4b\u90a3\u908a\u662f\u4e00\u5ea7\u66f4\u53e4\u7684\u5854\u6a13 A farmhouse that is sheltered by its wall, \u4e00\u9593\u8fb2\u820d\u5728\u570d\u7246\u5167\u9762 An acre of stony ground, \u6709\u4e00\u755d\u77f3\u5730 Where the symbolic rose can break in flower, \u8594\u8587\u5728\u8c61\u5fb5\u7dbb\u653e Old ragged … Continue reading