下面是這次English Lit.的考題
哀..陣亡了!!
蔡老頭算你狠.......
conmentary很難寫你知不知道阿!???
我不是文學組更不是詩評家......
還考翻譯..文學考翻譯很機車耶!!.....
那麼多個作者..幾十個作品..
看過也記不住阿!!!!
課本內容講的不多..又沒重點...
考試還敢考這麼難...
我看你要邊改邊哭了吧..
有種就把我當了吧......
我也省得下學期在受你荼毒!!.............
我看開了....
昨天的我根本都沒睡..
吵吵吵..吵個屁阿...生氣!
七點就要起來.....
我根本都沒睡到......我真的很生氣!!
PART II FINAL EXAMINATION IN-SESSION:
Identify the writer and the title of each (10%) of the following selected stanzas, and then Translate into Chinese the stanzas you selected (30%). Finally, Comment on the language, imagery, and/or meaning of each of the entire poems cited (60%). Be concrete, relevant, and readable. (Choose 5, BUT INCLUDE #1, #3, #7.)
1.
Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st:
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"- that is all Ye know
on earth, and all ye need to know.
2. "
Life, like a dome of many -coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity
Until Death tramples it to fragments...
*3.
The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark,- now glittering- now reflecting gloom-
Now lending splendour, where from secret springs
The source of human thought its tribute brings
Of waters,--with a sound but half its own,
Such as a feeble brook will oft assume
In the wild wood, among the mountains lone,
Where waterfalls arond it leap for every
Where woods and winds contend, and a vast river
Over its rocks ceaselessl bursts and raves.
4.
And what if all of animated nature
Be but organic harps diversely framed,
That trembling to thought, as o'er them sweeps
plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze.
5.
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
6.
I saw their starved lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
Snd I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.
*7.
The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats through unseen among us,--visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower,--
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening,--
Like memory of music fled,--
Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
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