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1、威廉布莱克（William Blake）的从一颗沙子看世界（To see a world in a grain of sandTo see a world in a grain of sand,And a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,And eternity in an hour.一颗沙里看出一个世界一朵野花里一座天堂把无限放在你的手掌上永恒在一刹那里收藏世界上最美丽的英文人生短篇A robin redbreast in a cagePuts all heaven in a rage.A dove
2、-house filld with doves and pigeonsShudders hell thro all its regions.A dog starvd at his masters gatePredicts the ruin of the state.A horse misused upon the roadCalls to heaven for human blood.Each outcry of the hunted hareA fibre from the brain does tear.A skylark wounded in the wing,A cherubim do
3、es cease to sing.The game-cock clipt and armd for fightDoes the rising sun affright.Every wolfs and lions howlRaises from hell a human soul.The wild deer, wandring here and there,Keeps the human soul from care.The lamb misusd breeds public strife,And yet forgives the butchers knife.The bat that flit
4、s at close of eveHas left the brain that wont believe.The owl that calls upon the nightSpeaks the unbelievers fright.He who shall hurt the little wrenShall never be belovd by men.He who the ox to wrath has movdShall never be by woman lovd.The wanton boy that kills the flyShall feel the spiders enmit
5、y.He who torments the chafers spriteWeaves a bower in endless night.The caterpillar on the leafRepeats to thee thy mothers grief.Kill not the moth nor butterfly,For the last judgement draweth nigh.He who shall train the horse to warShall never pass the polar bar.The beggars dog and widows cat,Feed t
6、hem and thou wilt grow fat.The gnat that sings his summers songPoison gets from slanders tongue.The poison of the snake and newtIs the sweat of envys foot.The poison of the honey beeIs the artists jealousy.The princes robes and beggars ragsAre toadstools on the misers bags.A truth thats told with ba
7、d intentBeats all the lies you can invent.It is right it should be so;Man was made for joy and woe;And when this we rightly know,Thro the world we safely go.Joy and woe are woven fine,A clothing for the soul divine.Under every grief and pineRuns a joy with silken twine.The babe is more than swaddlin
8、g bands;Every farmer understands.Every tear from every eyeBecomes a babe in eternity;This is caught by females bright,And returnd to its own delight.The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,Are waves that beat on heavens shore.The babe that weeps the rod beneathWrites revenge in realms of death.The beg
9、gars rags, fluttering in air,Does to rags the heavens tear.The soldier, armd with sword and gun,Palsied strikes the summers sun.The poor mans farthing is worth moreThan all the gold on Africs shore.One mite wrung from the labrers handsShall buy and sell the misers lands;Or, if protected from on high
10、,Does that whole nation sell and buy.He who mocks the infants faithShall be mockd in age and death.He who shall teach the child to doubtThe rotting grave shall neer get out.He who respects the infants faithTriumphs over hell and death.The childs toys and the old mans reasonsAre the fruits of the two
11、 seasons.The questioner, who sits so sly,Shall never know how to reply.He who replies to words of doubtDoth put the light of knowledge out.The strongest poison ever knownCame from Caesars laurel crown.Nought can deform the human raceLike to the armours iron brace.When gold and gems adorn the plow,To
12、 peaceful arts shall envy bow.A riddle, or the crickets cry,Is to doubt a fit reply.The emmets inch and eagles mileMake lame philosophy to smile.He who doubts from what he seesWill neer believe, do what you please.If the sun and moon should doubt,Theyd immediately go out.To be in a passion you good
13、may do,But no good if a passion is in you.The whore and gambler, by the stateLicensed, build that nations fate.The harlots cry from street to streetShall weave old Englands winding-sheet.The winners shout, the losers curse,Dance before dead Englands hearse.Every night and every mornSome to misery ar
14、e born,Every morn and every nightSome are born to sweet delight.Some are born to sweet delight,Some are born to endless night.We are led to believe a lieWhen we see not thro the eye,Which was born in a night to perish in a night,When the soul slept in beams of light.God appears, and God is light,To those poor souls who dwell in night;But does a human form displayTo those who dwell in realms of day.
