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Here Pilgrims roam, that stray'd so farr to seek In Golgotha him dead, who lives in Heav'n; And they who to be sure of Paradise Dying put on the weeds of Dominic, Or in Franciscan think to pass disguis'd; [ 480 ] They pass the Planets seven, and pass the fixt, And that Crystalline Sphear whose ballance weighs The Trepidation talkt, and that first mov'd; And now Saint Peter at Heav'ns Wicket seems To wait them with his Keys, and now at foot [ 485 ] Of Heav'ns ascent they lift thir Feet, when loe A violent cross wind from either Coast Blows them transverse ten thousand Leagues awry Into the devious Air; then might ye see Cowles, Hoods and Habits with thir wearers tost [ 490 ] And flutterd into Raggs, then Reliques, Beads, Indulgences, Dispenses, Pardons, Bulls, The sport of Winds: all these upwhirld aloft Fly o're the backside of the World farr off Into a Limbo large and broad, since calld [ 495 ] The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown Long after, now unpeopl'd, and untrod; All this dark Globe the Fiend found as he pass'd, And long he wanderd, till at last a gleame Of dawning light turnd thither-ward in haste [ 500 ] His travell'd steps; farr distant he descries Ascending by degrees magnificent Up to the wall of Heaven a Structure high, At top whereof, but farr more rich appeer'd The work as of a Kingly Palace Gate [ 505 ] With Frontispice of Diamond and Gold Imbellisht, thick with sparkling orient Gemmes The Portal shon, inimitable on Earth By Model, or by shading Pencil drawn.

此外还有很多，说起来未免太冗长，他们无非是些未成熟的、痴呆的、穿着黑、白、灰色衣的身带骗人的假法宝的隐士和托钵僧。其中有的在这里云游巡礼，曾到各各他去寻觅那活在天上的死人，临终穿上圣多明我派或圣方济派的袈裟，以证明自己确实去过极乐天堂，他们误以为这样打扮就可畅通无阻。他们通过七星天，通过"恒星天"，通过那权衡黄道振动均势的"水晶天"，并且还通过"原动天"。圣彼得手拿钥匙，站在天堂的边门口，像是在等待他们，正要举步登上天堂的阶梯时，看吧！从左右吹来一阵猛烈的横风，他们被斜吹到十万里外的远空中去：那时看见僧帽、头巾、袈裟，连同它们的穿戴者一起被吹翻扯烂，还有圣骨、念珠、免罪券、特免证、赦罪证、训谕，全被高高卷起，都成了风的玩具，他们飘过这世界的背面而远落在广大的地狱边缘，被称"愚人的乐园"，很久之后将是家喻户晓的，但是现在却是人迹罕至的地方。魔王走过这整个黑球，经过长久的漫游，终于发现一线曙光，便加紧他的步伐，向那边走去。他远远望见一座高大的建筑，从它那宽大的阶梯拾级而上，可以抵达天国的城垣，它的顶上，像有比王宫还要富丽的宫门，它的正面镶有金刚石和黄金；大门上密饰着东方的珠宝，光彩夺目，人间的浓淡画笔也无法描绘它。

This single Stick, which you now behold ingloriously lying in that neglected corner, I once knew in a Flourishing State in A Forest, it was full of Sap, ful l of Leaves, and full of Boughs; but now, in vain does the busie Art of Man pret end to Vye with Nature, by tying that wither'd Bundle of Twigs to its sapless Tr unk;'tis now at best but the Reverse of what was, a Tree turn'd upside down, th e Branches on the Earth, and the Root in the Air;'tis now handled by every Dirt y Wench, condemn'd to do her Drudgery, and by a Capricious kind of Fate, destin' d to make other Things Clean, and be Nasty it self: At Length, worn to the Stumps in the Service of the Maids,'tis either thrown out of Doors, or condemn'd to its last use of kindling Fires.

请看看这根扫帚把，它现在灰溜溜地躺在偏僻的角落，而以前我曾在树林里碰见过它，那时它风华正茂，汁液充沛，枝叶繁盛。如今它完全变了样，却还有人自作聪明，想靠人类的手工同大自然竞争，拿来一束枯枝捆在它那早已干瘪的身上，结果是枉费心机，不过颠倒了它原来的位置，使它枝干朝地，根梢朝天，成为一株头朝下的树，然后落在干脏活累活的女仆们的手里使用。从此它受命运的摆布，把别人打扫干净，而自己却变得又脏又臭，在女仆们手里折腾多次之后，最后被扔出门外，或者作为引火的柴禾被投进火里。

Then, while a seedy-looking nondescript man carrying a leather bag stood on the steps of St. Paul's Cathedral, and hesitated, for within was what balm, how great a welcome, how many tombs with banners waving over them, tokens of victories not over armies, but over, he thought, that plaguy spirit of truth seeking which leaves me at present without a situation, and more than that, the cathedral offers company, he thought, invites you to membership of a society; great men belong to it; martyrs have died for it; why not enter in, he thought, put this leather bag stuffed with pamphlets before an altar, a cross, the symbol of something which has soared beyond seeking and questing and knocking of words together and has become all spirit, disembodied, ghostly—why not enter in?

那时，一个穿地异常褴褛的男子拎着一个皮革的包站在圣保罗大教堂的阶梯上，踌躇不决的，在那里面充满着安慰，一个多么热烈的欢迎，多少写着墓志铭的坟墓在向他们招手呼唤，胜利的标志并不是献给军队的，而是献给，他认为，那讨厌的寻求真理的精神，而这种精神此刻没有理由的离开了我，还有比这更多的，教堂还能提供伙伴，他想，将邀请你成为社会的一员，伟大的人被葬在了这里，殉教者为它而牺牲，为什么不进去呢，他想着，站在圣坛前将皮包塞满传教的小册子，还有一个十字架，这是一种象征，高高在上的，探索着，寻求着，将不同的词组在一起，形成了一种涵盖一切的精神，无实质的，像鬼魂一样的——为什么不进去呢？

Father, thy word is past, man shall find grace; And shall grace not find means, that finds her way, The speediest of thy winged messengers, To visit all thy creatures, and to all [ 230 ] Comes unprevented, unimplor'd, unsought, Happie for man, so coming; he her aide Can never seek, once dead in sins and lost; Attonement for himself or offering meet, Indebted and undon, hath none to bring: [ 235 ] Behold mee then, mee for him, life for life I offer, on mee let thine anger fall; Account mee man; I for his sake will leave Thy bosom, and this glorie next to thee Freely put off, and for him lastly dye [ 240 ] Well pleas'd, on me let Death wreck all his rage; Under his gloomie power I shall not long Lie vanquisht; thou hast givn me to possess Life in my self for ever, by thee I live, Though now to Death I yield, and am his due [ 245 ] All that of me can die, yet that debt paid, Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsom grave His prey, nor suffer my unspotted Soule For ever with corruption there to dwell; But I shall rise Victorious, and subdue [ 250 ] My Vanquisher, spoild of his vanted spoile; Death his deaths wound shall then receive, and stoop Inglorious, of his mortal sting disarm'd.

父亲啊，您的话一言为定，人将蒙受恩惠；何不想方设法派遣您飞得最快的长翼的使者去遍访你的一切生灵，叫他们都前来领受幸福，不受阻挠，不等哀求，也不用请愿！这样前来的人们，真值得庆幸！否则，一判死罪，而且沉沦，便永远不得救助；负债而破产，连赎买自己的东西都没有了。那好吧，请看我，我要以自己的生命，救赎他们，请把怒气发在我身上；把我当做凡人看，我要为凡人而离开父亲的怀抱，情愿抛弃仅次于我父的光荣地位，甘愿为他终于一死；任凭'死'把他全部的愤怒都发泄在我身上。在他的黑暗统治下，我不会永远屈服；您既给了我生命，永远为我所有，我因您而活，虽然如今我让步于'死'，凡我应当死的一切，都归他所有，但别让我所还的债，作为他的食饵，却把我遗留在令人憎恶的坟墓里，别让我纯洁无瑕的灵魂，永远住在坟茔里，与腐朽同居。我将要胜利而再起，制伏我的征服者，夺取他所夸耀的战利品。那时，'死'将受到致命的创伤，他那致命的毒刺将被拔掉，他的武装将被解除，他会大大丢脸。

First of all, I want to make it clear that I've never tld somebady that I certainly will move to Tripos. It once happened at the second week that I arrived cause I thought the host sucks. And I didnt get along well with Natalie. Tripos has both you and Dingding, and Michelle- one of the only 3 friends I have here. And several weeks passed, I am not that sure anymore. You know me and Natalie are getting better and better. And Cloey kept telling me she cant promise me there will be a room available after Easter. Further more, I doubt if I have enough time to pack all of my staffs here. Even thinking about all of these makes me feel headache. And once I get back, just with Naatalie, I was only thinking about the good thing of living here. And at the time I was walking with you, all of the disadvantaged poped up. So I got confused. Not until today I havent made my mind. I dont know where did you get that so-called "every knew it, and I am the last to know" from. Even myself dont know what I/m ganna do, how come they knew?

首先我想说清楚~我从来没告诉过任何人我会住进Tripos~这第一发生在我到英国的第二个星期因为我觉得住宿家庭很恶心~而且那时我和Natalie还不能单独处得很自然~我在这惟独的三个朋友~你和丁丁还有Michelle住在Tripos~几个星期以后~我不再那么确定了~你知道我和Natalie相处得越来越好~Cloey也一直在告诉我她不能保证复活节假时会有空的房间~更多的是~我怀疑自己能否有足够的时间把我的行李都搬来~甚至在想这些所有的让我很头疼~有一次我和Natalie单独回来~我只想着住这的好处~但我和你走的时候~所有的不好的地方都突然出现~所以我很迷茫~不只今天我思考~我不知道你从哪里得出'每个人都知道~只有我最后才发现'结论~甚至我自己都不知道我该做些什么~他们怎么会知道？

Not from the meter of water or music But from unnamed rhythm and gloom A voice more tempting than mystery You don't need to know who you are Fantasy won't find you in a crowded bar with that possibility, still it hasn't snowed Nobody knows the love between peach trees Sparrows fly from the courtyard wall After the season of untouched flowers Everyone passing will feel differently How do people love each other? Sometimes they're more distant than trees And still it hasn't snowed Although immersed in the leaden sky Fantasy's front holds passion down Perhaps the low clouds of unfallen snow Never know The feeling of letting go Perhaps you might not say so then But still it hasn't snowed

不是在水或音乐的节拍里有时在一阵无名的节奏和忧郁的情调中有一种声音比诱惑更神秘不一定要知道你是谁幻想在人丛中不会找到你也许因此，雪一直没有飘下来果树对于果树不知是怎么相爱的围墙上的麻雀飞去又回来在开花的季节过后每一个走过园子的人都会有不同的感觉人和人是怎么相爱的有时隔着比树更远的距离雪一直没有飘下来尽管在许多瞬间沉入了铅灰色的天空幻想的风使激情发冷也许那从未降雪的云层很低他无法知道化成水流的感觉也许那时你已不再那么说但，雪一直没有飘下来

I thank the gods for giving me such a brother, who was able by his moral character to rouse me to vigilance over myself, and who, at the same time, pleased me by his respect and affection; that my children have not been stupid nor deformed in body; that I did not make more proficiency in rhetoric, poetry, and the other studies, in which I should perhaps have been completely engaged, if I had seen that I was making progress in them; that I made haste to place those who brought me up in the station of honour, which they seemed to desire, without putting them off with hope of my doing it some time after, because they were then still young; that I knew Apollonius, Rusticus, Maximus; that I received clear and frequent impressions about living according to nature, and what kind of a life that is, so that, so far as depended on the gods, and their gifts, and help, and inspirations, nothing hindered me from forthwith living according to nature, though I still fall short of it through my own fault, and through not observing the admonitions of the gods, and, I may almost say, their direct instructions; that my body has held out so long in such a kind of life; that I never touched either Benedicta or Theodotus, and that, after having fallen into amatory passions, I was cured; and, though I was often out of humour with Rusticus, I never did anything of which I had occasion to repent; that, though it was my mother's fate to die young, she spent the last years of her life with me; that, whenever I wished to help any man in his need, or on any other occasion, I was never told that I had not the means of doing it; and that to myself the same necessity never happened, to receive anything from another; that I have such a wife, so obedient, and so affectionate, and so simple; that I had abundance of good masters for my children; and that remedies have been shown to me by dreams, both others, and against bloodspitting and giddiness...; and that, when I had an inclination to philosophy, I did not fall into the hands of any sophist, and that I did not waste my time on writers of histories, or in the resolution of syllogisms, or occupy myself about the investigation of appearances in the heavens; for all these things require the help of the gods and fortune.

我感谢神明给了我这样一个兄弟，他能以他的道德品格使我警醒，同时又以他的尊重和柔情使我愉悦；感谢神明使我的孩子既不愚笨又不残废，使我并不熟谙修辞、诗歌和别的学问，假如我看到自己在这些方面取得进展的话，本来有可能完全沉醉于其中的；我感谢神明使我迅速地给予了那些培养我的人以他们看来愿意有的荣誉，而没有延宕他们曾对我寄予的愿我以后这样做的期望（因为他们那时还是年轻的）；我感谢神明使我认识了阿珀洛尼厄斯、拉斯蒂克斯、马克西默斯，这使我对按照自然生活，对那种依赖神灵及他们的恩赐、帮助和灵感而过的生活得到了清晰而巩固的印象，没有什么东西阻止我立即按照自然生活，然而我还是因为自己的过错，因为没有注意到神灵的劝告（我几乎还可以说是他们的直接指示）而没有达到它；我的身体置于这样一种生活之外如此之久，我从未达到本尼迪克特或西奥多图斯的高度，但在陷入情欲之后，我还是被治愈了；虽然我常常达不到拉斯蒂克斯的那种气质，但还是没有做过使我悔恨的事情；虽然我母亲不能尽其天年而终，但她最后的年月是与我在一起的；在我希望帮助任何需要帮助的人的时候，或在任何别的场合，我都不感到我缺乏这样做的手段；而对我自己来说却不会有同样的需要：即需要从别人那里得到的东西；我有一个十分温顺、深情和朴实的妻子；我有许多优秀的教师来教育我的孩子；通过梦和其他办法，我发现各种药物来治疗咯血和头昏……当我有一种对哲学的爱好时，我没有落入任何诡辩家之手，没有在历史作品上，或者在三段论法的解决上浪费时间，也没有专注于探究天国的现象；而上面所有这些事情都要求有神灵和命运的帮助。

He felt everything was on the wane as the stream of time went by: her illusive brown eyes, her bright and kissable lips, and a mild gleam of her fair smile, all those congregated into the impression once streaming on the pane, and then went to the deep of the snowy night along with the train. Gray flakes were dancing in the dim light, falling upon his body at that time, falling upon his shadow under the streetlamp, finally, and falling upon the endless wooden railroad crossties. He felt a bit depressed again.

女子迷蒙的褐色双眸，明艳的唇，还有那一瞬间便沉郁的温婉笑容，都汇入曾在窗玻璃上流动的印象，随着列车一起趋向雪夜深处……那时，灰暗的雪片在昏黄的灯光下飞过，落在彼刻他的身上，落在光线投射的影子上，落在看不见尽头的黑色枕木上……他又一次感到失落。

Meditation Alone/ firefly译 The Moon Is Mine The moon is mine And the sundries I home mail It's thin, cool and dark Like me under an unlucky star Who stay out straying, with a sadly sorrowful look When facing it You should feel esteem--in my opinion Also you could Weep when looking at it, and Be put in a tight spot, or Behold a man in it coming out Lay Open the Loneliness Lay open the loneliness, perhaps There be no loneliness Under the alone lamp, in the empty room The whole world's dyed orange with rays Everything represents nothing As someone been far away The deserted heart still misses Only lonely is still lonely Wine for one, when wine round three times for one Think of the drip drops, the fallen leaves, and Some time, some seasons, some persons, some Sundries when warm Like I lay open the loneliness Then nothing to keep lonely The Tree All the leaves in this tree fall Its loneliness falls into a face It's limpid and bright Where the sun shines There are blares of colored glaze Exclaim occasionally, or profoundly Stride one's line of sight, such height and weald Straying there --Why there is no wild Divide the Rain Drips Divide the dense rain drip Then you may see decaying scene-- A man in the sun walking with vigorous strides In the shallow puddle Immerges half his nose, spraying Continuous ripples It's simply a groundless guess at daytime Or rather a dream, yet that's it And that I see Sun's weak, and see The sun and water turns to be blank in the air Nov.

16th， 2007 原诗：《独想》《那些月光是我的》那些月光是我的是我寄给家里的物什它薄薄的，凉凉的，暗暗的就像我的薄命流浪在外，神情悲悯你们面对它应该感到高贵——这是我的想法你们也可以看着它流泪，看着它一筹莫展，或者看着一个人从里面走出来《把孤独摊开》把孤独摊开，或许就没有孤独了在孤灯下，空屋里万物都染着桔色的光万事都不代表什么就像远去了一个人心中空荡荡的，却总有惦念但孤独还是孤独的一个人的酒，一个人酒过三巡想想窗檐的滴水，想想落叶，想想一些时间，一些季节，一些人物，一些那时感到有温度的物什就如同把孤独摊开了没什么可继续孤独的《这棵树》这棵树落光了叶子它的孤独就成了一张脸它清澈与明亮太阳光照的地方，全然是时空中一簇琉璃的光泽偶尔让人惊叹，偶尔骨感地跨入人的视线，那样的旷野和高度停留在那里——为什么没有荒芜《把雨点分开》把稠密的雨点分开就可以看到颓废的景观——一个刚在太阳下健步如飞的男人在浅水坑中浸入了一半的鼻子，喷着连续不断的涟漪这只是我白日的一个臆念有点梦，但就是这样我才看到了阳光的软弱，看到了阳光和雨水原来就是一场空中之茫

Look...(Verse 1) If Good girls get down on the floor Tell me how low will a bad girl go She'll Prolly pick it up Drop it down real slow Either that or shes upside down on the pole Thats when I grab the knot Throw it up in the sky Let it come down slow Watch it all fly Front to the back then side to the side Then we head back to my crib for the night Thats how it goes down all night long She whispered in my ear said she loves my song "This Is Why I'm Hott" she got it on her phone Top download number one ringtone Im in my zone Tell me whats good what it be Cant say Im what you want i got what you need All night its all right We can dance but you gotta keep it up a lil somethin Like this, like this, like this, like this Like this, like this, like this, like this Baby do ya want it like this, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this (Verse 2) Girl tell me if you want it like this If you want to you can back it up You say you like it rough Wont you let me smack it up Palm on ya ass thats if you let me touch I don't care about your breasts You could be an A-cup I know what I like and baby thats below the waist I'm a balla baby I hold the safe I got about 10 lawyers to blow the case So we dont gotta worry about those who hate Im like the 2-0-0-7 Nino Dropped a few g's on my shirt like Gino Homie dont act like you know what I mean though See Im the freshest ma fucka on the scene-o Back of the club all night long Grand monyay poppin case of the don Shorty say she love it when I let her call me Sean So if you really down baby we can get in on Like this, like this, like this, like this Like this, like this, like this, like this Baby do ya want it like this, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this, like this Now break it down.

看。。。(诗歌1)如果好女孩得到下来在地板上告诉我怎样低落愿一个坏女孩去 She'll Prolly 采撷它下降它下来真正减慢或者或shes 上部在杆 Thats 当我劫掠结投掷它在天空让它下来慢观看它所有飞行朝向对那时旁边对边然后我们朝向回到我的小儿床在夜 Thats 怎么它整夜下来她耳语在我的耳朵里说她爱我的歌曲&This 是为什么I'm Hott&她得到了它通她的电话顶面下载第号一个ringtone Im 在我的区域告诉我什么是好的是什么它伪善言辞言Im 什么您想要我得到了什么您需要它所有整夜正确我们能跳舞但您得到保留它lil somethin 象这样，象这样，象这样，象这样象这样，象这样，象这样，象这样婴孩做ya 想要它喜欢这，象这样，象这样，象这样，象这样，象这样，象这样(诗歌2)女孩告诉我如果您想要它喜欢这如果您要对您能支持它您说您喜欢粗砺不会将您让我击响它棕榈在ya 驴子thats 如果您让我接触 I don't 关心关于您的乳房您能是杯子我知道什么我喜欢和婴孩thats 在腰部之下 I'm balla 小我拿着保险柜我使大约10 位律师吹案件如此我们没得到担心那些恨 Im 象2-0-0-7 Nino 下降了几g's 在我的衬衣象Gino Homie 不行动如您知道什么我意味虽则看见Im 最新鲜的ma fucka 在场面o 整夜支持俱乐部笠头的盛大monyay poppin 案件 Shorty 言她爱当我让她的电话我夏恩如此如果您真正地击倒婴孩我们能进货象这样，象这样，象这样，象这样象这样，象这样，象这样，象这样婴孩做ya 想要它喜欢这，象这样，象这样，象这样，象这样，象这样，象这样现在打破它下来。

We have no common name for a mime of Sophron or Xenarchus and a Socratic Conversation; and we should still be without one even if the imitation in the two instances were in trimeters or elegiacs or some other kind of verse--though it is the way with people to tack on 'poet' to the name of a metre, and talk of elegiac-poets and epic-poets, thinking that they call them poets not by reason of the imitative nature of their work, but indiscriminately by reason of the metre they write in.

索夫农 、森那库斯和苏格拉底式的对话采用的模仿没有一个公共的名称；三音步诗、挽歌体或其他类型的诗的模仿也没有——人们把&诗人&这一名词和格律名称结合到一起，称之为挽歌体诗人或者史诗诗人，他们被称为诗人，似乎只是因为遵守格律写作，而非他们作品的模仿本质。

The relationship between communicative competence and grammar teaching should be that of the ends and the means.

交际能力和语法的关系应该是目标与途径的关系。