我们的出生,只是沉睡和遗忘:Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: 共我们升起的灵,生命的大星, The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, 60 本已坠往另一个地方, Hath had elsewhere its setting, 又自远处莅临;And cometh from afar: 不是完全的失忆, Not in entire forgetfulness, 又...
你贴的不全啊，全文应该是：Birth Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;The soul that rises with us, our life's Star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar;Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory do we come From Go...
难解的是那句“ The Child is Father of the Man(孩子是成年人之父)”,而《不朽颂》则用二百余行来解释这句话。在诗人看来,自然是上帝灵性的寓所,是名副其实的伊甸园,人自天堂降生,出生即是遗忘(“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting”),但不是完全遗忘,因为孩童仍然拥有与自然沟通的灵性、与上...
Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, ...
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. —William Wordsworth 6 William Wordsworth Quotes About Life Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And com...
Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? V. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life’s star, ...
"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come." "Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them." "Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and...
/ Where is it now, the glory and the dream? // Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting / The Soul [which, again, is the instinctive memory of our species’ past all-loving, selfless and cooperative existence, the origin of which is explained in F. Essay 21] that rises with us...
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.William Wordsworth|RefcardPDF↑ 17 Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.William Wordsworth|RefcardPDF↑ ...
“There is an Eminence,–of these our hills” “A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags” To M. H. The Waterfall and the Eglantine The Oak and the Broom “‘Tis said, that some have died for love” The Childless Father Song for the Wandering Jew The Brothers The Seven Sisters; or...