{"id":24472,"date":"2017-07-13T10:00:58","date_gmt":"2017-07-13T14:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=24472"},"modified":"2017-07-13T10:00:58","modified_gmt":"2017-07-13T14:00:58","slug":"%e3%80%8aon-visiting-the-tomb-of-burns-by-john-keats%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=24472","title":{"rendered":"\u300aOn Visiting The Tomb of Burns by John Keats\u300b__\u6c5f\u7d39\u502b(53)\u4e2d\u8b6f"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u300aOn Visiting The Tomb of Burns by John Keats\u300b<a href=\"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Thomas_Burns_tomb.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-24474\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Thomas_Burns_tomb-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"127\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Thomas_Burns_tomb-237x300.jpg 237w, https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Thomas_Burns_tomb.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 100px) 100vw, 100px\" \/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Thomas_Burns.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-24475\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Thomas_Burns-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"139\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Thomas_Burns-216x300.jpg 216w, https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Thomas_Burns.jpg 274w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 100px) 100vw, 100px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n\u300a\u70ba\u5f6d\u65af\u6383\u5893\uff08\u6fdf\u6148\uff09\u300b<\/p>\n<p>The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, \u5915\u967d\u4e0b\u9019\u5c0f\u93ae\u7684\u6559\u5802\u5893\u5712<br \/>\nThe clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, \u6d6e\u96f2\u6a39\u6728\u5c71\u5cf0\u548c\u5713<br \/>\nThough beautiful, cold- strange- as in a dream\u5e7b\u5922\u822c\u7684\u53e2\u6797\u7f8e\u9e97\u5947\u5bd2<br \/>\nI dreamed long ago, now new begun. \u6211\u5f88\u4e45\u4ee5\u524d\u6240\u5922\u5982\u4eca\u53c8\u5728\u5922\u4e2d<br \/>\nThe short-liv&#8217;d, paly summer is but won \u77ed\u4fc3\u53c8\u767d\u71b1\u7684\u590f\u5b63\u628a\u6642\u9593\u8f49\u8b93<!--more--><br \/>\nFrom winter&#8217;s ague for one hour&#8217;s gleam; \u7d66\u51dc\u51bd\u5bd2\u51b7\u9583\u8000\u5373\u904e\u7684\u51ac\u5929<br \/>\nThrough sapphire warm their stars do never beam: \u5bd2\u661f\u5728\u85cd\u5bf6\u77f3\u7684\u6696\u548c\u4e2d\u4ea6\u4e0d\u653e\u5149<br \/>\nAll is cold Beauty; pain is never done. \u4e00\u5207\u90fd\u51b7\u53c8\u7f8e\u75db\u82e6\u4e0d\u8f1f<br \/>\nFor who has mind to relish, Minos-wise, \u8ab0\u6709\u5f4c\u8afe\u65af\u51a5\u738b\u7684\u667a\u6167\u54c1\u8a55\u771f<br \/>\nThe real of Beauty, free from that dead hue \u4e0d\u8a31\u75c5\u614b\u5e7b\u60f3\u53ca\u5b0c\u50b2\u5047\u88dd<br \/>\nSickly imagination and sick pride \u5f6d\u65af\u6211\u5411\u60a8\u656c\u79ae<br \/>\nCast wan upon it? Burns! with honour due \u656c\u611b\u60a8\u9019\u5049\u5927\u7684\u8a69\u9b42<br \/>\nI oft have honour&#8217;d thee. Great shadow, hide \u53ef\u60dc\u6211\u4e0d\u80fd\u770b\u6e05\u60a8\u7684\u795e\u9748<br \/>\nThy face; I sin against thy native skies. \u6211\u5192\u72af\u4e86\u60a8\u672c\u6027\u7684\u5929\u5b87<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u300aOn Visiting The Tomb of Burns by John Keats\u300b \u300a\u70ba\u5f6d\u65af\u6383\u5893\uff08\u6fdf\u6148\uff09\u300b The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, \u5915\u967d\u4e0b\u9019\u5c0f\u93ae\u7684\u6559\u5802\u5893\u5712 The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, \u6d6e\u96f2\u6a39\u6728\u5c71\u5cf0\u548c\u5713 Though beautiful, cold- strange- as in a dream\u5e7b\u5922\u822c\u7684\u53e2\u6797\u7f8e\u9e97\u5947\u5bd2 I dreamed long &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=24472\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/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":[444,3,442],"tags":[116],"class_list":["post-24472","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-john-keats","category-poems","category-rendition-of-poems","tag-sl-kong"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24472","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=24472"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24472\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24476,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24472\/revisions\/24476"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24472"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24472"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24472"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}