关于英美诗歌名篇选读

At dawn, rows of bare glass winked at their exhausted coupling against the fume cupboard.
Using their white coats as a disguise they took their places at the bench and waited for the morning shift.
The ins criptions on the specimen jars which lined the room in racks took fire in their minds: what were yesterday mereபைடு நூலகம்hieroglyphs from the periodic table became today urgent proof that even here - laboratory life - writing is mystical.
With the dragon-fly on the river.
He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river;
The limpid water turbidly ran,
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
(How tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
In holes, as he sat by the river.
Making a poet out of a man:
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain -
For the reed which grows never more again
As a reed with the reeds of the river.
【篇二】关于英美诗歌名篇选读
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly
Came back to dream on the river.
Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh as he sits by the river,
The jars glinted under their labels: it had taken fifteen years to collect and collate them.
Now the pair were of one mind.
Quietly, methodically they removed the labels from each of the thousands of jars. It took all night.
'This is the way,' laughed the great god Pan
(Laughed while he sat by the river),
'The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed.'
And the dragon-fly had fled away
Ere he brought it out of the river.
High on the shore sat the great god Pan,
While turbidly flowed the river;
And hacked and hewed as a great god can
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【篇一】关于英美诗歌名篇选读
A Musical Instrument
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 - 1861)
Love in the Lab
Jo Shapcott
One day the technicians touched souls as they exchanged everyday noises above the pipette.
Then they knew that the state of molecules was not humdrum.
What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
Till there was not a sign of a leaf indeed
To prove it fresh from the river.
He cut it short did the great god Pan
Then dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed
He blew in power by the river.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
Piercing sweet by the river!
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!