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Ode: Intimations of Immortality VIII |
作者Author /  William Wordsworth 威廉.華滋華斯 |
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ODE: INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS
OF EARLY CHILDHOOD
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意(paraphrase): VIII
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Fr.
Demiers: 懂人的談神父
Fr.
Demers: IN REMEMBRANCE OF PIERRE DEMERS, SJ
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Looking at
your exterior, one would not guess at the greatness of your soul. You
are the best philosopher because you still have your inheritance of
insights. You are the only one who really sees. You cannot hear and you
cannot communicate what you see of the eternal vision. You are visited
constantly by the eternal mind. You are a mighty prophet and a blessed
oracle. You have all of the truths which we are spending our lives
trying to find, truths which have been lost in the darkness, the
darkness of growing old. But over you, your immortality sits quietly
like the day, or like a master standing over his slave. It is a
presence which is not to be put away. Yet, why is it that you who have
this glorious heaven-born freedom, work so earnestly to bring on the
inescapable burdens of the years ? Why are you so blindly fighting
against your hapiness? Only too soon your soul will have all of the
human problems and you will be bound by custom which is cold and heavy
and deep as life itself. |
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