Don't stop until you're proud.
本期我们欣赏的这首短诗出自拜伦的长篇抒情诗《公子哈尔德游记》。这部长诗和拜伦的另一部作品《唐璜》可以说是拜伦留下的最经典的两部巨作了。就此，我们的文豪仰望系列之拜伦到这期就结束了。ShinJam又要开始绞尽脑汁想下一个专题来说哪位了，当然如果你有感兴趣的诗人欢迎在评论区为ta打call！Childe Harold's Pilgrimage George Gordon Byron（1788-1824） There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
本期我们欣赏的这首短诗出自拜伦的长篇抒情诗《公子哈尔德游记》。这部长诗和拜伦的另一部作品《唐璜》可以说是拜伦留下的最经典的两部巨作了。就此，我们的文豪仰望系列之拜伦到这期就结束了。ShinJam又要开始绞尽脑汁想下一个专题来说哪位了，当然如果你有感兴趣的诗人欢迎在评论区为ta打call！Childe Harold's Pilgrimage George Gordon Byron（1788-1824） There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
She Walks in BeautyBY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
She Walks in BeautyBY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
When we two partedBY George Gordon ByronIn silence and tears,Half broken-heartedTo sever for years,Pale grew thy check and cold,Colder thy kiss;Truly that hour foretold Sorrw to this。The dew of the morningSunk chill on my brow-It felt like the warningOf what I feel now。Thy vows are all broken,And light is thy fame;I hear thy name spoken,And share in its shame。They name thee before me,A knell to mine ear;A shudder comes o'er me-Why wert thou so dear?They know not I knew thee,Who knew thee too well-Long, Long shall I rue thee,Too deeply to tell。In secret we met-In silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit decieve。If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee?With silence and tears.
When we two partedBY George Gordon ByronIn silence and tears,Half broken-heartedTo sever for years,Pale grew thy check and cold,Colder thy kiss;Truly that hour foretold Sorrw to this。The dew of the morningSunk chill on my brow-It felt like the warningOf what I feel now。Thy vows are all broken,And light is thy fame;I hear thy name spoken,And share in its shame。They name thee before me,A knell to mine ear;A shudder comes o'er me-Why wert thou so dear?They know not I knew thee,Who knew thee too well-Long, Long shall I rue thee,Too deeply to tell。In secret we met-In silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit decieve。If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee?With silence and tears.
Seven times have I despised my soul: The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height. The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled. The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy. The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong. The fifth time when she forbore for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength. The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks. And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.
Seven times have I despised my soul: The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height. The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled. The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy. The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong. The fifth time when she forbore for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength. The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks. And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.
Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun,Nor the furious winter's rages; 330Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak:The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash;Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:Both. All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust.Gui. No exorciser harm thee!Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee!Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee!Arv. Nothing ill come near thee! Both. Quiet consummation have; And renowned be thy grave!
Gui. Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,Nor the furious winter’s rages; 330Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.Arv. Fear no more the frown o’ the great, Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke:Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak:The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash;Arv. Thou hast finish’d joy and moan:Both. All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust.Gui. No exorciser harm thee!Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee!Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee!Arv. Nothing ill come near thee! Both. Quiet consummation have; And renowned be thy grave!
Shakespeare系列第二弹来啦～在拆解完人生之后，莎翁这次来严肃的给我们讲讲什么是真爱！愿你此生也能真正爱过。Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARELet me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
Shakespeare系列第二弹来啦～在拆解完人生之后，莎翁这次来严肃的给我们讲讲什么是真爱！愿你此生也能真正爱过。Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARELet me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
从本期开始，我们会来深度扒一扒那些英国文坛巨匠们的经典之作， 它们到底美在哪，又因何流传至今还被文豪们争相追捧？打开你三年前的假期阅读书单，总能看到这些人的名字和他们的作品。什么？到现在你连第一本昆虫记都没读完？！好吧，其实。。我也是。。。咱们来一起慢慢补上吧～说到英国，有这么一位是总也绕不过去的，全世界的小学生都知道他的名字，“威廉莎士比亚”。那么第一期我们就从他来聊起吧！All the world's a stageBY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE(from As You Like It, spoken by Jaques)All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;And then the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful balladMade to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Full of wise saws and modern instances;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,Turning again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness and mere oblivion;Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
从本期开始，我们会来深度扒一扒那些英国文坛巨匠们的经典之作， 它们到底美在哪，又因何流传至今还被文豪们争相追捧？打开你三年前的假期阅读书单，总能看到这些人的名字和他们的作品。什么？到现在你连第一本昆虫记都没读完？！好吧，其实。。我也是。。。咱们来一起慢慢补上吧～说到英国，有这么一位是总也绕不过去的，全世界的小学生都知道他的名字，“威廉莎士比亚”。那么第一期我们就从他来聊起吧！All the world’s a stageBY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE(from As You Like It, spoken by Jaques)All the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;And then the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful balladMade to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Full of wise saws and modern instances;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,Turning again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness and mere oblivion;Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Funeral Blues—W.H AudenStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Funeral Blues—W.H AudenStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Still I Riseby Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I’ll rise.Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops,Weakened by my soulful cries?Does my haughtiness offend you?Don’t you take it awful hard‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold minesDiggin’ in my own backyard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I’ll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I’ve got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history’s shameI riseUp from a past that’s rooted in painI riseI’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that’s wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.
Writing years later on his website, Professor Hawking said: “I have had motor neurone disease for practically all my adult life. Yet it has not prevented me from having a very attractive family and being successful in my work. I have been lucky that my condition has progressed more slowly than is often the case. But it shows that one need not lose hope.”At a conference In Cambridge held in celebration of his 75th birthday in 2017, Professor Hawking said “It has been a glorious time to be alive and doing research into theoretical physics. Our picture of the Universe has changed a great deal in the last 50 years, and I’m happy if I’ve made a small contribution.”And he said he wanted others to feel the passion he has for understanding the universal laws that govern us all. “I want to share my excitement and enthusiasm about this quest. So remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious, and however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up.”
The Year—Ella Wheeler WilcoxWhat can be said in New Year rhymes,That’s not been said a thousand times?The new years come, the old years go,We know we dream, we dream we know.We rise up laughing with the light,We lie down weeping with the night.We hug the world until it stings,We curse it then and sigh for wings.We live, we love, we woo, we wed,We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that’s the burden of the year.
Sixty years ago today, a young woman spoke about the speed of technological change as she presented the first television broadcast of its kind. She described the moment as a landmark: "Television has made it possible for many of you to see me in your homes on Christmas Day. My own family often gather round to watch television as they are at this moment, and that is how I imagine you now." Six decades on, the presenter has ‘evolved’ somewhat, as has the technology she described. Back then, who could have imagined that people would one day be watching this on laptops and mobile phones – as some of you are today. But I’m also struck by something that hasn’t changed. That, whatever the technology, many of you will be watching this at home. We think of our homes as places of warmth, familiarity and love; of shared stories and memories, which is perhaps why at this time of year so many return to where they grew up. **There is a timeless simplicity to the pull of home**. For many, the idea of “home” reaches beyond a physical building – to a home town or city. This Christmas, I think of London and Manchester, whose powerful identities shone through over the past twelve months in the face of appalling attacks. In Manchester, those targeted included children who had gone to see their favourite singer. A few days after the bombing, I had the privilege of meeting some of the young survivors and their parents. I describe that hospital visit as a “privilege” because the patients I met were an example to us all, showing extraordinary bravery and resilience. Indeed, many of those who survived the attack came together just days later for a benefit concert. It was a powerful reclaiming of the ground, and of the city those young people call home. We expect our homes to be a place of safety – “sanctuary” even – which makes it all the more shocking when the comfort they provide is shattered. A few weeks ago, The Prince of Wales visited the Caribbean in the aftermath of hurricanes that destroyed entire communities. And here in London, who can forget the sheer awfulness of the Grenfell Tower fire? Our thoughts and prayers are with all those who died and those who lost so much; and we are indebted to members of the emergency services who risked their own lives, this past year, saving others. Many of them, of course, will not be at home today because they are working, to protect us. Reflecting on these events makes me grateful for the blessings of home and family, and in particular for 70 years of marriage. I don’t know that anyone had invented the term “platinum” for a 70 wedding anniversary when I was born. You weren’t expected to be around that long. Even Prince Philip has decided it’s time to slow down a little – having, as he economically put it, “done his bit”. But I know his support and unique sense of humour will remain as strong as ever, as we enjoy spending time this Christmas with our family and look forward to welcoming new members into it next year. In 2018 I will open my home to a different type of family: the leaders of the fifty-two nations of the Commonwealth, as they gather in the UK for a summit. The Commonwealth has an inspiring way of bringing people together, be it through the Commonwealth Games – which begin in a few months’ time on Australia’s Gold Coast – or through bodies like the Commonwealth Youth Orchestra & Choir: a reminder of how truly vibrant this international family is. Today we celebrate Christmas, which itself is sometimes described as a festival of the home. Families travel long distances to be together. Volunteers and charities, as well as many churches, arrange meals for the homeless and those who would otherwise be alone on Christmas Day. We remember the birth of Jesus Christ whose only sanctuary was a stable in Bethlehem. He knew rejection, hardship and persecution; and yet it is Jesus Christ’s generous love and example which has inspired me through good times and bad. Whatever your own experiences this year; wherever and however you are watching, I wish you a peaceful and very happy Christmas.
29th of January,1945My Dearest One,I have just heard the news that all the Army men taken POW are to return to their homes. Because of the shipping situation we may not commence to go before the end of February, but can probably count on being in England sometime in March. It may be sooner. It has made me very warm inside. It is terrific, wonderful, shattering.I don't know what to say, and I cannot think. The delay is nothing, the decision is everything. Now I am confirming in my head the little decisions I have made when contemplating just the possibility. I must spend the first days at home, I must see Deb and her Mother. I must consider giving a party somewhere. Above all, I must be with you. I must warm you, surround you, love you and be kind to you.Tell me anything that is in your mind, write tons and tons and tons, and plan our time. I would prefer not to get married, but want you to agree on the point. In the battle, I was afraid. For you. For my Mother. For myself. Wait we must, my love and my darling. Let us meet, let us be, let us know, but do not let us, now, make any mistakes. I am anxious, very anxious, that you should not misunderstand what I have said. Say what you think – but – please agree, and remember I was afraid, and I am still afraid.How good for us to see each other before I am completely bald! I have some fine little wisps of hair on the top of my head.I love you.Chris
29th of January,1945My Dearest One,I have just heard the news that all the Army men taken POW are to return to their homes. Because of the shipping situation we may not commence to go before the end of February, but can probably count on being in England sometime in March. It may be sooner. It has made me very warm inside. It is terrific, wonderful, shattering.I don’t know what to say, and I cannot think. The delay is nothing, the decision is everything. Now I am confirming in my head the little decisions I have made when contemplating just the possibility. I must spend the first days at home, I must see Deb and her Mother. I must consider giving a party somewhere. Above all, I must be with you. I must warm you, surround you, love you and be kind to you.Tell me anything that is in your mind, write tons and tons and tons, and plan our time. I would prefer not to get married, but want you to agree on the point. In the battle, I was afraid. For you. For my Mother. For myself. Wait we must, my love and my darling. Let us meet, let us be, let us know, but do not let us, now, make any mistakes. I am anxious, very anxious, that you should not misunderstand what I have said. Say what you think – but – please agree, and remember I was afraid, and I am still afraid.How good for us to see each other before I am completely bald! I have some fine little wisps of hair on the top of my head.I love you.Chris
Lyrics of Facade:If you live around here, you need cash in the bank.'Cos the houses 'round here are all flashy and swank.An' the front bit is what's called a facade!All the people 'round here are as posh as can be.You won't see 'em hob-nobbin' with rubbish like me.It's the snob bit, also called a facade! Every day people in their own sweet wayLike to add a coat of paint and be what they ain't!That's how their little game is playedLivin' out their masqueradeGettin' rich an' gettin' laid!Who'd want to trade? But there's one thing I know an' I know it for sureThis disease that they've got has got no ready cure.An' I'm certain life is terribly hardWhen yer life's a facade! Every night here on house or another is a fun house'Cos of someone givin' a party as you see, Sir!This one here tonight is rather special - am I right?It's the betrothal of Sir Danvers' daughter, Lisa! Sir Danvers Carew is a good manThey call him “La creme de la creme”.Whatever that means, he's a bloody sight better than them! Nearly everyone you meet when walking down a London street Pretends to be a pillar of society.A model of propriety, sobriety and pietyWho's never even heard of notoriety!The ladies an' gents here before youWhich none of 'em ever admitsMay have saintly looks, but they're sinners an' crooksHypocrites! If you live around here you need lots of panache.If you live in town, dear, then you must cut a dash.'Tisn't hard, dear, to create a facade!You must seem to be rich and have money to burn.Even though it's a bitch, spending more than you earn.That's the game here and the name is facade! One or two might look kinda well-to-do.But I betcha precious few have paid for their boots!I'm inclined to think half mankind thinks the other half is blind.Wouldn't be surprised to find they're all in cahoots! At the end of the day they don't mean what they sayThey don't say what they mean, they don't ever come clean.An' the answer is it's all a facade!Call a walk “Promenade”, call a street “Boulevard”Grease yer hair with “Pomade” you'll be held in regard.An' I betcha if you stay on your guardThey'll all say you're a “Card”.People love the facade.What's behind the facade?Look behind…the facade!Lyrics of Confrontation:It's over now I know inside我知道 内心的战火已经熄灭No one will ever know尽管无人知晓The sorry tale of Edward Hyde那关于Edward Hyde的可悲故事And those who died no one must ever know他们也不知道 那些惨死的人They'd only see the tragedy他们只看到了悲剧They'd not see my intent却看不到我的意图The shadow of Hyde's evilHyde邪恶的阴暗面Would forever kill the good that I admit是否磨灭了那些我曾经的良善Am I a good man我是好人吗Am I a mad man还是我只是疯子而已It's such a fine line between a good man and I好人与我之间隔着一条分界线Do you really think你是否天真地认为That I would ever let you go我会放你离开Do you think I'd ever set you free你是否认为我会给你自由If you do I'm sad to say如果你真的这样想 我很遗憾It simply isn't so那是不可能的You will never get away from me你永远无法摆脱我All that you are你所拥有的Is a face in the mirror只是镜子中的那张脸I close my eyes and you'll disappear我闭上双眼 你就会消失不见I'm what you face我以你的面目出现When you face in the mirror当你站在镜子面前Long as you live I will still be here只要你活着的一天 我就会出现在你眼前All that you are你所拥有的Is the end of a nightmare不过是无尽的噩梦All that you are is a dying scream你所拥有的不过是垂死的尖叫After tonight午夜之后I shall end this demon dream我会结束恶魔之梦This is not a dream my friend朋友啊 这不是一场梦And it will never end所以它不会终结This one is the nightmare that goes on只是接连不断的噩梦Hyde is here to stayHyde赖着不走No matter what you may pretend无论你如何伪装And I'll flourish long after you're gone我会在你离开之后耀武扬威Soon you will die不久之后你就会死去And my silence will hide you我的沉寂也会掩藏起你的气息You cannot choose but to lose control你毫无选择 只能失去控制You can't control me你无法控制我I live deep inside you因为我寄居在你的内心深处Each day you'll feel me devour your soul日复一日 你感受着我吞噬你的灵魂I don't need you to survive正如你不需要我As you need me我也不需要你活着I'll become whole当你和死神起舞As you dance with death我就会变得完整And I'll rejoice当你咽下最后一口气As you breathe your final breath我会欢呼雀跃I'll live inside you forever我会永远寄居在你的内心深处No不With Satan himself by my side撒旦会陪在我的身边No不And I know that now and forever我知道从现在开始 永永远远They'll never be able to separate他们都不会轻易分开Jekyll from HydeJekyll和HydeCan't you see你看不到吗It's over now一切都已经结束It's time to die死亡的时候到了No not I不 不是我Only you只有你自己If I die如果我死了You die too你也会死You'll die in me你会死在我的身体里I'll be you我会成为你Damn you Hyde该死的HydeLeave me free快放我出去Can't you see你看不到吗You are me你就是我No不Deep inside内心深处I am you我就是你You are Hyde你是HydeNo never不 绝不Yes forever是的 永远God damn you Hyde该死的HydeTake all your evil deeds带着你的邪行And rot in hell腐烂在地狱里吧I'll see you there Jekyll我会在那里与你相遇 Jekyll
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for right.I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.
Do not go gentle into that good nightDylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Points we learn today:1. at close of day; at the close of the day 在一天结束的时刻2. rave (vi) 咆哮3. rage (against) feel or express violent uncontrollable anger 狂怒: he raged at the futility of it all | [with direct speech] : ‘That's unfair!’ Maggie raged.• continue with great force or intensity: the argument raged for days | the children had to seek shelter while the storm raged.4. fork (v.) 1 [no object] (especially of a route) divide into two parts: the place where the road forks.• [no object, with adverbial of direction 方向副词] take or constitute one route or the other at the point where a route divides （选择了其中一条继续走下去）: we forked north-west for Rannoch.• Computing split (a process) into two or more independent processes: the attack can only work against a server that forks separate processes to handle client requests.2 [with object] dig or move (something) with a fork: fork in some compost.5. frail: adj. (of a person) weak and delicate: his small, frail body; she looked frail and vulnerable. • easily damaged or broken; weak: the balcony is frail ; the country's frail economy.6. deed: n. chiefly literary an action that is performed intentionally or consciously: doing good deeds. • a brave or noble act: their deeds will live on in song. syn: action, performance7. blaze verb [no object] burn fiercely or brightly: the fire blazed merrily.• (blaze up) burst into flame: he attacked the fire with poker and tongs until it blazed up.• shine brightly or powerfully: the sun blazed down | figurative : Barbara's eyes were blazing with anger.8. meteor /ˈmiːtɪɔː/流星9. gay （dated） light-hearted and carefree 无忧无虑的: Nan had a gay disposition and a very pretty face.
Points we learn today:1. ace: (adj.) best, brilliant, fabulous. e.g.: ace player; ace pilot.2. stand (countable noun) A stand at a sports ground is a large structure where people sit or stand to watch what is happening, 看台。3. nowt: a dialect word in northern England for “nothing”.4. we make things from steel and we make things from cotton: 展现了曼城的经济发展所依靠的两大产业，棉纺织和钢铁制造。5. take the mick/mickey (out of somebody): to make people laugh at do, by copying what they do or say in a ways that seems funny6. summat: dialect word for “something”7. make it yourself: 去努力自己完成，达到某个目标8. make us a brew: brew can refer to either tea or beer in England.9. league: 联赛 英超联赛 Premier League10. Emmeline Pankhurst：埃米琳·潘克赫斯特 She was a British political activist and leader of the British suffragette movement who helped women win the right to vote. In 1999 Time named Pankhurst as one of the 100 Most Important People of the 20th Century, stating "she shaped an idea of women for our time; she shook （shake）society into a new pattern from which there could be no going back".She was widely criticised for her militant tactics （激进的策略）, and historians （历史学家）disagree about their effectiveness, but her work is recognised as a crucial element in achieving women's suffrage （sʌfrɪdʒ；选举权） in Britain.11. suffragette 妇女参政论者12. sisterhood：the bond between women who support the Women's Movement； 姐妹情谊Sisterhood is the affection and loyalty that women feel for other women who they have something in common with.13. atomic：原子的；原子能的14. strut /strʌt/ with defiance: Someone who struts walks in a proud way, with their head held high and their chest out, as if they are very important 趾高气扬，昂首挺胸地走. defiance Defiance is behaviour or an attitude which shows that you are not willing to obey someone 对权力，规则的蔑视，不服从.15. A co-op is a co-operative 合作社16. Sir Frederick Henry Royce, 1st Baronet 准男爵，低于男爵, OBE (27 March 1863 – 22 April 1933) was an English engineer and car designer who, with Charles Rolls and Claude Johnson, founded the Rolls-Royce company.17 stroll 溜达，闲逛18. go-getter: If someone is a go-getter, they are very energetic and eager to succeed.积极能干，志在必得的人Goal setters see future possibilities and the big picture. 有远大目标的人19. vibe /vaɪb/ Vibes are the good or bad atmosphere that you sense with a person or in a place20. Mancunian: of or relating to Manchester21 survive and thrive 生存和发展
This is the placeIn the north-west of England. It’s ace, it’s the bestAnd the songs that we sing from the stands, from our bandsSet the whole planet shaking.Our inventions are legends. There’s nowt we can’t make, and so we make brilliant musicWe make brilliant bandsWe make goals that make souls leap from seats in the standsAnd we make things from steelAnd we make things from cottonAnd we make people laugh, take the mick summat rottenAnd we make you at homeAnd we make you feel welcome and we make summat happenAnd we can’t seem to help itAnd if you’re looking for history, then yeah we’ve a wealthBut the Manchester way is to make it yourself.And make us a record, a new number oneAnd make us a brew while you’re up, love, go onAnd make us feel proud that you’re winning the leagueAnd make us sing louder and make us believe that this is the place that has helped shape the worldAnd this is the place where a Manchester girl named Emmeline Pankhurst from the streets of Moss Side led a suffragette city with sisterhood prideAnd this is the place with appliance of science, we’re on it, atomic, we struck with defiance, and in the face of a challenge, we always stand tall, Mancunians, in union, delivered it allSuch as housing and libraries and health, education and unions and co-ops and first railway stationsSo we’re sorry, bear with us, we invented commuters. But we hope you forgive us, we invented computers.And this is the place Henry Rice strolled with rolls, and we’ve rocked and we’ve rolled with our own northern soulAnd so this is the place to do business then dance, where go-getters and goal-setters know they’ve a chanceAnd this is the place where we first played as kids. And me mum, lived and died here, she loved it, she did.And this is the place where our folks came to work, where they struggled in puddles, they hurt in the dirt and they built us a city, they built us these towns and they coughed on the cobbles to the deafening sound to the steaming machines and the screaming of slaves, they were scheming for greatness, they dreamed to their graves.And they left us a spirit. They left us a vibe. That Mancunian way to survive and to thrive and to work and to build, to connect, and create and Greater Manchester’s greatness is keeping it great.And so this is the place now with kids of our own. Some are born here, some drawn here, but they all call it home.And they’ve covered the cobbles, but they’ll never defeat, all the dreamers and schemers who still teem through these streets.Because this is a place that has been through some hard times: oppressions, recessions, depressions, and dark times.But we keep fighting back with Greater Manchester spirit. Northern grit, Northern wit, and Greater Manchester’s lyrics.And these hard times again, in these streets of our city, but we won’t take defeat and we don’t want your pity.Because this is a place where we stand strong together, with a smile on our face, greater Manchester forever.Because this is the place in our hearts, in our homes, because this is the place that’s a part of our bones.Because Greater Manchester gives us such strength from the fact that this is the place, we should give something back.Always remember, never forget, forever Manchester.Choose love.
Autumn Song by Paul VerlaineWhen a signing beginsIn the violinsOf the autumn song,My heart is drowned In the slow soundLanguorous and longPale as with pain,Breath fails me whenThe hours toll deep.My thoughts recoverThe days that are over, And I weep. And I go,Where the winds know,Broken and brief,To and fro,As the winds blowA dead leaf.如果想了解更多关于这首诗的背景和故事的话，可以关注微信公众号“闲人工作室”。 在那里，我和朋友将会定期更新我们每周诗社（Arischogenes Society）的赏析心德。如果你也喜爱诗歌的话，欢迎来一起讨论哦
EveningI'm sitting in A&E at University College Hospital. I was knocked down by a taxi while crossing Gray's Inn Road. I was sober as a judge, I'd just like to point out, although I was in a bit of state, distracted, panicky almost. I'm having an inch-long cut above my right eye stitched up by an extremely handsome junior doctor who is disappointingly brusque and businesslike. When he's finished stitching, ho notices the bump on my head.'It's not new,' I tell him.'It looks like pretty new,' he says.'Well, not new today'.'Been in the wars, have we?''I bumped it, getting into a car.'He examines my head for a good few seconds and then says, 'Is that so?' He stands back and looks me in the eye. 'It doesn't look like it. It looks more like someone's hit you with something,' he says, and I go cold. I have a memory of ducking down to avoid a blow, raising me hands. Is that a real memory? The doctor approaches again and peers more closely at the wound. 'Something sharp, serrated maybe...''No', I say. ' It was a car. I bumped it getting into a car.' I'm trying to convince myself as much as him.'OK'. He smiles at me then and steps back again, crouching down a little so that our eyes are level. ' are u all right...' he consults his notes, 'Rachel?''Yes'.He looks at me for a long time; he doesn't believe me. He's concerned. Perhaps he thinks I'm a battered wife. 'Right. I'm going to clean this up for you, because it looks a bit nasty. Is there someone I can call for you? Your husband?''I'm divorced,' I tell him.'Someone else then?' He doesn't care I'm divorced.'My friend, please, she'll be worried about me'. I give him Cathy's name and number.
EveningI have been thinking about Jess all day, unable to focus on anything but what I saw this morning. What was it that made me think that something was wrong? I couldn't possibly see her expression at that distance, but I felt when I was looking at her that she was alone. More than alone-lonely. Perhaps she was- perhaps he's away, gone to one of those hot countries he jets off to to save lives. And she misses him, and she worries, although she knows he has to go.Of course she misses him, just as I do. He is kind and strong, everything a husband should be. And they are a partnership. I can see it, I know how they are. His strength, that protectiveness he radiates, it doesn't mean she's weak. She's strong in other ways; she makes intellectual leaps that leave him open-mouthed in admiration. She can cut to the nub of a problem, dissect and Analyse it in the time it takes other people to say good morning. At parties, he often holds her hand, even though they've been together for years. They respect each other, they don't put each other down.
The train isn't stopping today, it trundles slowly past. I can hear the wheels clacking over the points, I can almost feel it rocking. I can't see the faces if the passengers and I know they are just commuters heading to Euston to sit behind desks, but I can dream: of more exotic journeys, of adventures at the end of the line and beyond. In my head, I keep traveling back to Holkham; it's odd that I still think of it, on mornings like this, with such affection, such longing, but I do. The wind in the grass, the big slate sky over the dunes, the house infested with mice and falling down, full of candles and dirt and music. It's like a dream to me now. I feel my heart beating just a little too fast.I can hear his footfall on the stairs, he calls my name.'You want another coffee, Megs?'The spell is broken, I'm awake.
Megan, one year earlier Wednesday, 16 May 2012MorningI can hear the train coming; I know its rhythm by heart. It picks up speed as it accelerates out of Northcote station and then, after rattling round the bend, it starts to slow down, from a rattle to a rumble, and then sometimes a screech of brakes as it stops at the signal a couple of hundred yards from the house. My coffee is cold on the table, but I'm too deliciously warm and lazy to bother getting up to make myself another cup. Sometimes I don't even watch the trains go past, I just listen. Sitting here in the morning, eyes closed and the hot sun （阳光）orange on my eyelids, I could be anywhere. I could be in the south of Spain, at the beach; I could be in Italy, the Cinque Terre ([意大利] 五渔村), all those pretty coloured houses and the trains fearing tourists back and forth. I could be back in Holkham with the screech of gulls （海鸥）in my ears and salt on my tongue and a ghost train passing on the rusted (生锈的）track half a mile away. Vocabulary you should know after this time:1. rhythm /rɪðəm/ (n.)a regular series of sounds or movements2. accelerate /ækseləreɪt/ (v.)When a moving vehicle accelerates, it goes faster and faster.3. rattle /rætəl/ (v./n.)When something rattles or when you rattle it, it makes short sharp knocking sounds because it is being shaken or it keeps hitting against something hard.4.deliciously /dɪ'lɪʃəslɪ/ If you describe something as delicious, you mean that it is very pleasant. 令人愉悦地5. bother： If you do not bother to do something or if you do not bother with it, you do not do it, consider it, or use it because you think it is unnecessary or because you are too lazy.6. sun：除了太阳还表示阳光，as in "he took them into the courtyard to sit in the sun"7. Cinque Terre: Italian pronunciation: [ˈtʃiŋkwe ˈtɛrre] [意大利] 五渔村8. gull /gʌl/ A gull is a common sea bird .9. rusted | BrE ˈrʌstɪd |(adj) 生锈的
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