蒲伯的《隐居颂》.doc

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蒲伯的《隐居颂》

蒲伯的《隐居颂》: 注释: the first stanza can be rewritten like this: the man is happy, whose wish and care are bound by a few paternal acres, and who is content to breathe his native air in his own ground. 其意思相当于《中庸》上所说的“君子素位而行,不愿乎其外。”Jude The Obscure 中有一句话说:a contented mind is a continual feast.(Jude the Obscure.P378) Whose herds with milk, /whose fields with bread,/Whose flocks supply him with attire; 前两行省略了“supply him with”。Attire:服装。 unconcern’dly,即unconcernedly:漫不经心,无忧无虑,悠然自得。第三节可以改写成:Blest is the man who can unconcern’dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away In health of body and in peace of mind 相当于“ I see him leave.”这样的句子。 study and ease /Together mix’d; sweet creation;/And innocence, which most does please/With meditation. 他劳逸结合,有令人欢喜的娱乐活动,还有天真的性情。这天真的性情与沉思结合起来,最使他高兴。 内容解析:避开尘世的烦扰,与世无争,潜心学术,并悠然自得地享受田园生活,这是最幸福的。与《庄子》“恬淡寂寞,虚无无为”(《刻意》)之说有相似之处。陶渊明有几句诗可以与此诗相参:“息交游闲业,卧起弄书琴。园蔬有余滋(生长得很多。滋:生长),旧谷犹储今。营己良有极,过足非所钦。舂秫作美酒,酒熟吾自斟。弱子戏我侧,学语未成吟。此事真复乐,聊用忘华簪(比喻高官厚禄)。”(《和郭主薄》其一) 形式解析:此诗五节,每节四行。韵尾是abab。节奏主要是四音步抑扬格(i/ambic te/trameter),每节四音步: Happy │the man, │ whose wish │and care A few │pater│nal a│cres bound, Content│ to breathe │his na│tive air In his │own ground. Whose herds │with milk, │whose fields │with bread, Whose flocks │supply │him with│ attire; Whose trees│ in sum│mer yield│ him shade, In win│ter fire. Blest, who │can un│concern’d│ly find Hours, days, │and years │slide soft│ away In health│ of bo│dy, peace│ of mind, Quiet │by day, Sound sleep│ by night; │ study│ and ease Toge│ther mix’d; │ sweet cre│ation; And in│nocence, │ which most │does please With me│ditation. Thus let │me live, │unseen, │unknown; Thus un│lamen│ted let│ me die; Steal from │the world, │ and not│ a stone Tell where │I lie. Ode on Solitude Alexander Pope       Happy the man whose wish and care    A few paternal acres bound,    Content to breathe his native air,    In his own ground.       Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,    Whose flocks supply him with attire,    Whose tree

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