{"id":24312,"date":"2017-06-26T14:32:11","date_gmt":"2017-06-26T18:32:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=24312"},"modified":"2017-06-26T14:32:11","modified_gmt":"2017-06-26T18:32:11","slug":"%e3%80%8acoole-and-bally-lee-1931-by-w-b-yeats%e3%80%8b__%e6%b1%9f%e7%b4%b9%e5%80%ab53-%e4%b8%ad%e8%ad%af","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=24312","title":{"rendered":"\u300aCoole and Bally Lee 1931 by W.B, Yeats\u300b__\u6c5f\u7d39\u502b(53) \u4e2d\u8b6f"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Under my window-ledge the waters race, \u6cb3\u6c34\u5728\u6211\u7a97\u6963\u4e0b\u5954\u6d41
\nOtters below and moor-hens on the top, \u6c34\u5e95\u7684\u6cb3\u737a\u4e0a\u6d6e\u7740\u8d64\u677e\u9cfc
\nRun for a mile undimmed in Heaven’s face \u65e5\u5149\u7167\u8000\u5728\u6cb3\u6c34\u5954\u6d41\u4e00\u91cc
\nThen darkening through ‘dark’ Raftery’s ‘cellar’ drop, \u901a\u904e\u9130\u5bb6\u7684\u5730\u7a96\u6697\u7136\u4e0b\u6ce8
\nRun underground, rise in a rocky place \u5954\u5411\u5730\u4e0b\u53c8\u5347\u56de\u77f3\u5ca9\u5e73\u53f0
\nIn Coole demesne, and there to finish up \u5230\u9039\u95ca\u5712\u5373\u5b8c\u6210\u6cb3\u6d41
\nSpread to a lake and drop into a hole. \u6d41\u6c34\u5728\u6e56\u4e2d\u5c0b\u627e\u6d1e\u7a74
\nWhat’s water but the generated soul? \u6c34\u70ba\u4f55\u7269\u7121\u975e\u662f\u5275\u751f\u9748\u9b42<\/p>\n

Upon the border of that lake’s a wood \u4e00\u7247\u6a39\u6797\u8f5f\u7acb\u5728\u6e56\u908a
\nNow all dry sticks under a wintry sun, \u5728\u51ac\u967d\u856d\u6bba\u4e0b\u4f46\u898b\u67af\u69c1\u8655\u8655
\nAnd in a copse of beeches there I stood, \u6211\u4f47\u7acb\u5728\u5c71\u6bdb\u6af8\u53e2\u4e00\u65c1
\nFor Nature’s pulled her tragic buskin on \u89aa\u898b\u5927\u81ea\u7136\u4e0a\u6f14\u4e00\u53f0\u60b2\u5287
\nAnd all the rant’s a mirror of my mood: \u5404\u7a2e\u55a7\u56c2\u53cd\u7167\u6211\u7684\u5fc3\u5883
\nAt sudden thunder of the mounting swan \u5929\u9d5d\u7fa4\u5347\u7a7a\u97ff\u8d77\u4e00\u8072\u8fc5\u96f7
\nI turned about and looked where branches break \u6211\u61c9\u8072\u56de\u982d\u9059\u898b\u6a39\u679d\u7d1b\u7d1b\u6253\u65b7
\nThe glittering reaches of the flooded lake. \u90a3\u76c8\u6eff\u7684\u6e56\u6c34\u9583\u8000\u5728\u9060\u65b9<\/p>\n

Another emblem there! That stormy white \u53e6\u4e00\u666f\u8c61\u5a49\u5982\u9663\u9663\u767d\u8272\u98a8\u66b4
\nBut seems a concentration of the sky; \u51dd\u805a\u5728\u5929\u7a7a\u7684\u5149\u83ef
\nAnd, like the soul, it sails into the sight \u597d\u4f3c\u9748\u9b42\u99b3\u5411\u6211\u773c\u524d
\nAnd in the morning’s gone, no man knows why; \u8ddf\u96a8\u6668\u65e9\u800c\u53bb\u7121\u4eba\u77e5\u60c5
\nAnd is so lovely that it sets to right \u5982\u6b64\u7f8e\u5999\u5c0e\u5beb\u4e00\u5207
\nWhat knowledge or its lack had set awry, \u751a\u9ebc\u77e5\u8b58\u9084\u662f\u904e\u932f
\nSo atrogantly pure, a child might think \u5982\u662f\u50b2\u6f2b\u7d14\u771f\u5982\u5c0f\u5b69
\nIt can be murdered with a spot of ink. \u76f8\u4fe1\u4e00\u9ede\u58a8\u6c34\u8db3\u4ee5\u5beb\u6e05<\/p>\n

Sound of a stick upon the floor, a sound \u6a39\u679d\u843d\u5730\u767c\u653e\u8072\u97f3
\nFrom somebody that toils from chair to chair; \u662f\u67d0\u4eba\u66f4\u63db\u5d17\u4f4d\u7684\u8072\u97f3
\nBeloved books that famous hands have bound, \u73cd\u8cb4\u7684\u85cf\u66f8\u7531\u540d\u5de5\u5320\u88dd\u8a02\u6210\u5e19
\nOld marble heads, old pictures everywhere; \u53e4\u8001\u7684\u5927\u7406\u77f3\u96d5\u50cf\u5230\u8655\u53ef\u898b
\nGreat rooms where travelled men and children found \u512a\u96c5\u7684\u623f\u9593\u8b93\u5927\u5c0f\u4e3b\u4eba\u76e1\u4eab\u6b61\u6a02
\nContent or joy; a last inheritor \u7d42\u6975\u7684\u5ba4\u5167\u88dd\u98fe\u6c92\u6709\u540d\u5802
\nWhere none has reigned that lacked a name and fame \u7121\u4eba\u4e3b\u6cbb\u6216\u8a87\u5f35\u69ae\u8b7d
\nOr out of folly into folly came. \u5eb8\u788c\u800c\u4f86\u53c8\u5e73\u51e1\u5b58\u5728<\/p>\n

A spot whereon the founders lived and died \u5275\u696d\u4e3b\u4eba\u751f\u6b7b\u65bc\u65af
\nSeemed once more dear than life; ancestral trees, \u5176\u97f3\u5bb9\u4e0d\u5982\u5834\u666f\u611f\u52d5\u4eba\u5fc3
\nOr gardens rich in memory glorified \u53e4\u6a39\u548c\u5712\u5730\u559a\u8d77\u591a\u5c11\u8a18\u61b6
\nMarriages, alliances and families, \u5a5a\u79ae\u76df\u8a93\u8207\u5bb6\u4e16
\nAnd every bride’s ambition satisfied. \u6bcf\u4e00\u4f4d\u65b0\u5a18\u90fd\u9858\u671b\u6210
\nWhere fashion or mere fantasy decrees \u4e0d\u8ad6\u7531\u6642\u5c1a\u6216\u5e7b\u60f3\u5c0e\u5411
\nWe shift about – all that great glory spent – \u7537\u4eba\u56db\u8655\u904a\u8569\u6d88\u78e8\u6642\u5149
\nLike some poor Arab tribesman and his tent. \u4e00\u5982\u53ef\u6190\u7684\u963f\u62c9\u4f2f\u4eba\u53ca\u5176\u7bf7\u5e33<\/p>\n

We were the last romantics – chose for theme \u6211\u5011\u66fe\u662f\u6700\u5f8c\u7684\u6d6a\u6f2b\u4e3b\u7fa9\u4fe1\u5f92
\nTraditional sanctity and loveliness \u5805\u5b88\u50b3\u7d71\u7684\u8056\u6f54\u548c\u5be9\u7f8e\u4e3b\u5f35
\nWhatever’s written in what poets name \u90a3\u4e9b\u8a69\u6b4c\u4e0d\u7a76\u8a69\u4eba\u8ab0\u5c6c
\nThe book of the people; whatever most can bless \u7686\u662f\u4eba\u6c11\u7684\u8a69\u518a
\nThe mind of man or elevate a rhyme; \u90a3\u4e9b\u6700\u80fd\u795d\u798f\u5fc3\u9748\u7684\u8a69\u97fb
\nBut all is changed, that high horse riderless, \u4ff1\u8b8a\u77e3\u7559\u4e0b\u826f\u99d2\u6c92\u6709\u9a0e
\nWhere the swan drifts upon a darkening flood.\u00a0\u5929\u9d5d\u7fa4\u5728\u9ec3\u660f\u9a5f\u7136\u9a30\u98db\u58eb
\nBut all is changed, that high horse riderless, \u53e4\u8a69\u4eba\u8377\u99ac\u7684\u7e69\u978d\u4f3c\u820a\u53ef\u898b<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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