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网络日志列表 【UK(欧洲英国'2016-24)】 |
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2016-07-19
【Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? • Sonnet 18】 William Shakespeare (1564—1616) Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all to short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shi |
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2016-07-19
【As to behold desert a beggar born • Sonnet 66】 William Shakespeare (1564—1616) Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd, &nb |
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2016-07-19
【Hamlet • My Love】 William Shakespeare (1564—1616) Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. —— ̶ |
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2016-07-19
【Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred】 William Shakespeare (1564—1616) Tell Me, Where Is Fancy Bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. &nbs |
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2016-07-19
【Aiden in English】 Time always flows forward. I must say, it's quite a coincidence that we visited Stonehenge on the last day of our 27-day-long journey. As I have said in many instances, time makes everything have an ending, such as my European summer vacation. Many describe it as cruel to be so uncompassionate, so unforgiving. But for the Neolithic Stonehenge, time is the only th |
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2016-07-17
【Aiden in English/红霞译文】 With a beginning comes the end. 时有终始。 —— • —— • —— • —— • —— • —— • —— • —— 【Tomorrow】
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? When young and old, and strong and weak, |
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2016-07-16
【Mistress Mine】 William Shakespeare (1564—1616) O, mistress! Where are you roaming? O! Stay and hear; your true love is coming That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pret |
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2016-07-16
【True Love • Sonnet 116】 William Shakespeare (1564—1616) Let me not to the marriage of the minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: Oh, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempest and is never shaken; |
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2016-07-16
【Astrophil and Stella 31 • With How Sad Steps, O Moon】 Philip Sidney (1554—1586) With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may it be that even in a heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrow tries? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes &nb |
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2016-07-16
【Leave Me, O Love】 Philip Sidney (1554—1586) Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust. Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke wh |
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2016-07-16
【A Lament】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? |
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2016-07-16
【Aiden in English】 One would think that the British are strict in regulation. The one area in which this does not come into play is recreation. As much as Americans are stereotypical, the residents in the UK actually have fun, too. Although we probably would never admit it, their country, in recent years, has been doing a lot better than we have. But now it isn’t about how much the US has been rising and falling, or about the UK leaving |
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2016-07-15
【When Soft Voices Die】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory Odors, when sweet violets sicken Live within the sense they quicken & |
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2016-07-15
【To a Skylark】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher &n |
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2016-07-15
【Ozymandias】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) I met a traveler from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its s |
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2016-07-15
【Aiden in English】 I don't believe in monsters that live at the bottom of lakes and have never been seen or detected by modern instruments. I also don't believe in monsters that eat humans. But apparently, most of the world thinks otherwise... Don't tell the people at Loch Ness that the legendary monster Nessie isn't real. They can get pretty mad. It's the only reas |
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2016-07-14
【Ode to the West Wind • V】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, & |
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2016-07-14
【Ode to the West Wind • IV】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O |
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2016-07-14
【Ode to the West Wind • III】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his cryst{`a}lline streams,
Beside a pumice isle |
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2016-07-14
【Ode to the West Wind • II】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like the earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine a{:e}ry surge |
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2016-07-14
【Ode to the West Wind • I】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) O wild West Wind, thou breathe of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hect |
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2016-07-14
【Love's Philosophy】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion; &n |
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2016-07-14
【Aiden in English】 In the UK, there are thousands of stone circles. Not to crush any dreams, but unfortunately, Stonehenge near London is not a one-of-a-kind weird stone structure built in a circle in England. In fact, it is quite common in the countryside for a farmer to uncover or settle next to mysterious pieces of rocks. Some say they are alien, or even supernatural, which gets many people to scratch their heads. We are going to see Stonehenge later on, |
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2016-07-13
【Rise Like Lions】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) Rise like lions after slumber In unvanquishable number—— Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you—— &nb |
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2016-07-13
【Aiden in English】 The ocean is life; You stare at your mirror self on the waters, Being disorientated by waves through time. So you change with the flow... —— • —— • —— • —— • —— • —— • —— • —— 【红霞译文】   |
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2016-07-12
【A Widow Bird】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) A widow bird sate mourning for her love Upon a wintry bough; The frozen wind crept on above, The freezing stream below.
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2016-07-12
【To — • II】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion, Thou needest not fear mine; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine. —— • —— R |
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2016-07-12
【To — • I】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden, Thou needest not fear mine;I My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burthen thine. —— • —— • —— R |
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2016-07-12
【On Fanny Godwin】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) Her voice did quiver as we parted, Yet knew I not that heart was broken From which it came, and I departed Heeding not the words then spoken. & |
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2016-07-12
【The Past】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) Wilt thou forget the happy hours Which we buried in love's sweet bowers, Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms and leaves, instead of mould? Blossoms which were the joys that fell,   |
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2016-07-12
【Aiden in English】 Do the people of Scotland drink whisky, without an "e"? Well, they do, and it is probably the most popular drink. With a requirement to be fermented for three years, it is a powerful, alcoholic beverage that every Scottish man enjoys. For every second, two percent of an atom evaporates, and whisky aged over forty years has a price that nearly might as well be priceless. Perhaps to be the Scottish, you must be |
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2016-07-11
【A Dirge】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) Rough wind,that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind,when sullen cloud Knells all the night long;   |
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2016-07-11
【The Moon】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) And, like a dying lady lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The mood arose up in the murky east, |
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2016-07-11
【A Hate-Song】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) A hater he came and sat by a ditch, And he took an old cracked lute; And he sang a song which was more of a screech 'Gainst a woman that was a brute. —— • —— • —— • —— • —— • —— • —— • —— 【《恨歌》】 穿越山谷者•昏暗•雪莱(1 |
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2016-07-11
【The Indian Serenade】 Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822) I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise f |
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2016-07-11
【Stanzas For Music】 George Gordon Byron (1788—1824) There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt, or ocean of ex |
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2016-07-11
【Aiden in English】 Notice how I'm calling it "Northern" Ireland. It technically is a different country, since it uses a separate government and leadership, but is still considered a part of the UK. Ireland was divided when the nation declared independence from Great Britain, with a fourth of the people saying they were against farmers being the dominating power. So Northern Ireland was formed. There isn't much differenc |
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2016-07-07
【She Walks in Beauty】 George Gordon Byron (1788—1824) 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: &n |
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2016-07-07
【Aiden in English】 Today starts the final stretch of our journey. The cruise on the Regal Princess is over, but no worries. Our trip will continue to go across English Islets with Kirkwall on the Caribbean Princess. I've mentioned before that this ship was made in 2006, which, seemingly new, is quite old. While mom usually is the planning and organized person, the transformation from one boat to the next is very different.   |
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2016-06-24
【When We Two Parted】 George Gordon Byron (1788—1824) When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted & |
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2016-06-24
【Aiden in English】 The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is one of the countries in the world still ruling a monarchy system. Although Her Majesty isn't in that much power anymore, the country has its unique attributes coming from the government's history. One such tradition is the changing of the guard. Being the only one in control of an entire country, the |
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2016-06-23
【Don Juan • Excerpt】 George Gordon Byron (1788—1824) I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one; Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I’ll there |
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2016-06-23
【Aiden in English】 London is a miserable city. Not that it feels anything much more than the constant renovations of busy ants building their homes, but it simply has a vibe of being depressing. One would say it is because of us, or the wars, or the rants of nonsense and crazy Shakespearian plays. Nevertheless, the city seems to always shed tears of pain every single day. Our flight la |
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