Poem Appreciation: 第九讲一第十讲 1. The Wild Honey Suckle(P29 The Wild Honey Suckle Philip Freneau Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent. dull retreat Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy little branches greet No roving foot shall crush thee here, No busy hand provoke a tear By Nature' s self in whitearrayed She bade thee shun the vulgar eye And planted here he guardian shade, And sent soft waters murmuring by Thus quietly thy summer goes Thy days declining to repose
1 Poem Appreciation: 第九讲—第十讲 1. The Wild Honey Suckle (P29) The Wild Honey Suckle Philip Freneau Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull retreat, Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy little branches greet: No roving foot shall crush thee here, No busy hand provoke a tear. By Nature's self in whitearrayed, She bade thee shun the vulgar eye, And planted here he guardian shade, And sent soft waters murmuring by; Thus quietly thy summer goes, Thy days declining to repose
Smit with those charms that must decay, I grieve to see your future doom They died- nor were those flowers more gay, The flowers that did in Eden bloom Unpitying frosts, and Autumns power Shall leave no vestige of this flower From morning suns and evening dews At first thy little being came If nothing once, you nothing ose For when you die you are the same The space between is but an
2 Smit with those charms, that must decay, I grieve to see your future doom; They died - nor were those flowers more gay, The flowers that did in Eden bloom; Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power Shall leave no vestige of this flower. From morning suns and evening dews At first thy little being came: If nothing once, you nothing lose, For when you die you are the same; The space between, is but an
our The frail duration of a flower 1st stanza The honey suckle lives an obscure, unknown forgotten, serene, and safe life 2nd stanza: The pure, innocent honey suckle is not contaminated by the vulgar eye of people and protected, embraced, and nurtured by Nature 3d stanza: grief upon the flower's death 4th stanza: nothing gained, nothing lost 第十四讲 2. A Psalm of Life(p102) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream For the soul is dead that slumbers And things are not what they seem Life is real! life is earnest!
3 hour, The frail duration of a flower. 1 st stanza: The honey suckle lives an obscure, unknown, forgotten, serene, and safe life. 2 nd stanza: The pure, innocent honey suckle is not contaminated by the vulgar eye of people and protected, embraced, and nurtured by Nature. 3 rd stanza: grief upon the flower’s death 4 th stanza: nothing gained, nothing lost 第十四讲 2. A Psalm of Life (p102) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow . Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. . Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art to dust returnest Was not spoken of the soul Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way But to act. that each tomorrow Find us farther than today Art is long, and Time is fleeting And our hearts, though stout and brave Still, like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave In the worlds broad field of battle In the bivouac of life Be not dumb. driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead Act, act in the living Present
4 And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. . Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. . Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. . In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! . Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,~act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main A forlorn and shipwrecked brother Seeing, shall take heart again Let us, then, be up and doing With a heart for any fate Still achieving, still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait 1st Stanza: If your soul is not keen, if it is dead, you will not sense the true feature or charm of the world 2nd Stanza: Life is full of flesh and blood beau charms, and meanings. We need to be enthusiastic towards life. It is not a course from birth to death: it has meanings and goals to strive for. It should be
5 Heart within, and God o'erhead! . Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; . Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. . Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. 1 st Stanza: If your soul is not keen，if it is dead, you will not sense the true feature or charm of the world, 2 nd Stanza: Life is full of flesh and blood, beauty, charms, and meanings. We need to be enthusiastic towards life. It is not a course from birth to death; it has meanings and goals to strive for. It should be