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美文佳作
1.THEFIRSTSNOW
Thefirstsnowcame.Howbeautifulitwas,fallingsosilentlyalldaylong,allnightlong,onthemountains,onthemeadows,ontheroofsoftheliving,onthegravesofthedead!
Allwhitesavetheriver,thatmarkeditscoursebyawindingblacklineacrossthelandscape;andtheleaflesstrees,thatagainsttheleadenskynowrevealedmorefullythewonderfulbeautyandintricaciesoftheirbranches.Whatsilence,too,camewiththesnow,andwhatSeclusion!
Everysoundwasmuffled,everynoisechangedtosomethingsoftandmusical.Nomoretrampinghoofs,nomorerattlingwheels!
Onlythechimingofsleigh-bells,beatingasswiftandmerrilyastheheartsofchildren.
FromKavanagh
byHenryWadsworthLongfellow
2.THEHUMMING-BIRD
Ofallanimatedbeingsthisisthemostelegantinformandthemostbrilliantincolors.ThestonesandmetalspolishedbyourartsarenotcomparabletothisjewelofNature.Shehasplaceditleastinsizeoftheorderofbirds,“maximemirandainminimis.”Hermasterpieceisthislittlehumming-bird,anduponitshehasheapedallthegiftswhichtheotherbirdsmayonlyshare.Lightness,rapidity,nimbleness,grace,and.richapparelallbelongtothislittlefavorite.Theemerald,theruby,andthetopazgleamuponitsdress.Itneversoilsthemwiththedustofearth,andinitsaeriallifescarcelytouchestheturfaninstant.Alwaysintheair,flyingfromflowertoflower,ithastheirfreshnessaswellastheirbrightness.ItJivesupontheirnectar,anddwellsonlyintheclimateswheretheyperenniallybloom.
FromNaturalHistory
byGeorgeLouisLeclercBuffon
3.TREES
IthinkthatIshallneversee
Apoemlovelyasatree;
Atreewhosehungrymouthisprest
Againsttheearth’ssweetflowingbreast;
AtreethatlooksatGodallday,
Andliftsherleafyarmstopray;
AtreethatmayinSummerwear
Anestofrobinsinherhair;
Uponwhosebosomsnowhaslain,
Whointimatelyliveswithrain.
Poemsaremadebyfoolslikeme,
ButonlyGodcanmakeatree.
FromTreesana’OtherPoems
byJoyceKilmer
4.READINGGOODBOOES
Devotesomeofyourleisure,Irepeat,tocultivatingaloveofreadinggoodbooks.Fortunateindeedarethosewhocontrivetomakethemselvesgenuinebook-lovers.Forbook-lovershavesomenoteworthyadvantagesoverotherpeople.Theyneedneverknowlonelyhourssolongastheyhavebooksaroundthem,andthebetterthebooksthemoredelightfulthecompany.Fromgoodbooks,moreover,theydrawmuchbesidesentertainment.Theygainmentalfoodsuchasfewcompanionscansupply.Evenwhilerestingfromtheirlaborstheyare,throughthebookstheyread,equippingthemselvestoperformthoselaborsmoreefficiently.Thisalbeittheymaynotbedeliberatelyreadingtoimprovetheirmind.Allunconsciouslytheideastheyderivefromtheprintedpagesarestoredup,tobeworkedoverbytheimaginationfortheirfutureprofit.
FromSelf-Developmzent
byHenryAddingtonBruce
5.ONETIQUETTE
Etiquettetosocietyiswhatapparelistotheindividual.Withoutapparelmenwouldgoinshamefulnuditywhichwouldsurelyleadtothecorruptionofmorals;andwithoutetiquettesocietywouldbeinapitiablestateandthenecessaryintercoursebetweenitsmemberswouldbeinterferedwithbyneedlessoffencesandtroubles.Ifsocietywereatrain,theetiquettewouldbetherailsalongwhichonlythetraincouldrumbleforth;ifsocietywereastatecoach,theetiquettewouldbethewheelsandaxisonwhichonlythecoachcouldrollforward.Thelackofproprietieswouldmakethemostintimatefriendsturntobethemostdecidedenemiesandthefriendlyoralliedcountriesdeclarewaragainsteachother.Wecanfindmanyexamplesinthehistoryofmankind.ThereforeIadviseyoutostandonceremonybeforeanyoneelseandtotakepainsnottodoanythingagainstetiquettelestyougiveoffencesormakeenemies.
byWilliamHazlitt
6.THEFLIGHTOFYOUTH
Therearegainsforallcurlosses.
Therearebalmsforallourpain:
Butwhenyouth,thedream,departs
Ittakessomethingfromourhearts,
Anditnevercomesagain.
Wearestronger,andarebetter,
Undermanhood’ssternerreign;
Stillwefeelthatsomethingsweet
Followedyouth,withflyingfeet,
Andwillnevercomeagain.
Somethingbeautifulisvanished,
Andwesighforitinvain;
Webeholditeverywhere,
Ontheearth,andintheair,
Butitnevercomesagain!
byRichardHenryStoddard
7.ADDRESSATGETTYSBURG
Fourscoreandsevenyearsagoourfathersbroughtforthonthiscontinentanewnation,conceivedinlibertyanddedicatedtothepropositionthatallmenarecreatedequal.
Nowweareengagedinagreatcivilwar,testingwhetherthatnation,oranynationsoconceivedandsodedicated,canlongendure.Wearemetonagreatbattlefieldofthatwar.Wehavecometddedicateaportionofthatfieldasafinalrestingplaceforthosewhoheregavetheirlivesthatthatnationmightlive.Itisaltogetherfittingandproperthatweshoulddothis.
But,inalargersense,wecannotdedicate---wecannotconsecrate---wecannothallow---thisground.Thebravemen,livinganddead,whostruggledhere,haveconsecrateditfaraboveourpoorpowertoaddordetract.Theworldwilllittlenotenorlongrememberwhatwesayhere,butitcanneverforgetwhattheydidhere.Itisforus,theliving,rather,tobededicatedheretotheunfinishedworkwhichtheywhofoughtherehavethusfarsonoblyadvanced.Itisratherforustobeherededicatedtothegreattaskremainingbeforeus---thatfromthesehonoureddeadwetakeincreaseddevotiontothatcauseforwhichtheygavethelastfullmeasureofdevotion;thatweherehighlyresolvethatthesedeadshallnothavediedinvain;thatthisnation,underGod,shallhaveanewbirthoffreedom;andthatgovernmentofthepeople,bythepeople,forthepeople,shallnotperishfromtheearth.
byAbrahamLincoln
APRILDAYS
Daysofwitchery,subtlysweet,
Wheneveryhillandtreefindsheart,
Whenwinterandspringlikeloversmeet
Inthemistofnoonandpart—
IntheAprildays.
Nightswhenthewoodfrogsfaintlypeep
Once—twice—andthenarestill,
Andthewoodpeckers’martialvoicessweep
Likebuglenotesfromhilltohill----
Throughthepulselesshaze.
Dayswhenthesoiliswarmwithrain,
Andthroughthewoodtheshywindsteals,
Richwiththepineandthepoplarsmell,
Andthejoyousearthlikeadancerreels—
ThroughAprildays!
byHamlinGarland
ANIMPORTANTASPECTOFCOLLEGELIFE
Itisperfectlypossibletoorganizethelifeofourcollegesinsuchawaythatstudentsandteachersalikewilltakepartinit;insuchawaythataperfectlynaturaldailyintercoursewillbeestablishedbetweenthem;anditisonlybysuchanorganizationthattheycanbegivenrealvitalityasplacesofserioustraining,bemadecommunitiesinwhichyoungsterswillcomefullytorealizehowinterestingintellectualworkis,howvital,howimportant,howcloselyassociatedwithallmodernachievement-—onlybysuchanorganizationthatstudycanbemadetoseempartoflifeitself.Lecturesoftenseemveryformalandemptythings;recitationsgenerallyproveverydullandunrewarding.Itisinconversationandnaturalintercoursewithscholarschieflythatyoufindhowlivelyknowledgeis,howittiesintoeverythingthatisinterestingandimportant,howintimateapartitisofeverythingthatisinterestingandimportant,howintimateapartitisofeverythingthatis“practical”andconnectedwiththeworld.Menarenotalwaysmadethoughtfulbybooks;buttheyaregenerallymadethoughtfulbyassociationwithmenwhothink.
byWoodrowWilson
NIGHT
Nighthasfallenoverthecountry.Throughthetreesrisestheredmoon,andthestarsarescarcelyseen.Inthevastshadowofnightthecoolnessandthedewsdescend.Isitattheopenwindowtoenjoythem;andhearonlythevoiceofthesummerwind.Likeblackhulks,theshadowsofthegreattreesrideatanchoronthebillowyseaofgrass.Icannotseetheredandblueflowers,hutIknowthattheyarethere.FarawayinthemeadowgleamsthesilverCharles.Thetrampofhorses’hoofssoundsfromthewoodenbridge.Thenallisstillsavethecontinuouswindofthesummernight.SometimesIknownotifitbethewindorthesoundoftheneighboringsea.Thevillageclockstrikes;andIfeelthatIamnotalone.
HowdifferentitisinthecityIItislate,andthecrowdisgone.Youstepoutuponthebalcony,andlieintheverybosomofthecool,dewynightasifyoufoldedhergarmentsaboutyou.Beneathliesthepublicwalkwithtrees,likeafathomless,blackgulf,intowhosesilentdarknessthespiritplunges,andfloatsawaywithsomebelovedspiritclaspedinitsembrace.Thelampsarestillburningupanddownthelongstreet.Peoplegobywithgrotesqueshadows,nowforeshortened,andnowlengtheningawayintothedarknessandvanishing,whileanewonespringsupbehindthewalker,andseemstopasshimrevolvinglikethesailofawindmill.Theirongatesoftheparkshutwithajanglingclang.Therearefootstepsandloudvoices;—atumult;—adrunkenbrawl;—alarmoffire;—thensilenceagain.Andnowatlengththecityisasleep,andwecanseethenight.Thebelatedmoonlooksovertheroofs,andfindsnoonetowelcomeher:
Themoonlightisbroken.Itlieshereandthereinthesquares,andtheopeningofthestreets—angularlikeblocksofwhitemarble,
byNathanialHawthorne
[参考译文]
初雪
亨利·沃兹沃思·朗费罗
初雪飘临。
多么美啊!
,它整日整夜那么静静地飘着,落在山岭上,落在草地上,落在世人的屋顶上,落在死者的坟墓上!
在一片白茫茫之中,只有河流在美丽的画面上划出一道曲曲弯弯的黑线,还有那叶儿落净的树木,映衬着铅灰色的天空,此刻更显得枝丫交错,姿态万千。
初雪飘落时,是何等的宁谧,何等的幽静!
一切声响都趋沉寂,一切噪音都化作柔和的音乐。
再也听不见马蹄得得,再也听不见车轮辚辚1唯有雪橇的铃铛,奏出和谐的乐声,那明快欢乐的节拍犹如孩子们心房的搏动。
蜂鸟
乔治·路易·勒克