英国维多利亚时期作品赏析

维多利亚时期作品分析

Dickens

狄更斯

Oliver Twist or the Parish Boy's Progress (Chapter3)

For a week after the commission of the impious and profane offence of asking for more

，

Oliver remained a close prisoner in the dark and solitary room to which he had been consigned by

the wisdom and mercy of the board. It appears

，

at first sight not unreasonable to suppose

，

that

，

if he had entertained a becoming feeling of respect for the prediction of the gentleman in the white

waistcoat

，

he would have established that sage individual's prophetic character

，

once and for

ever

，

by tying one end of his pocket- handkerchief to a hook in the wall

，

and attaching himself to

the other. To the performance of this feat

，

however

，

there was one obstacle

：

namely

，

that

pocket-handkerchiefs being decided articles of luxury

，

had been

，

for all future times and ages

，

removed from the noses of paupers by the express order of the board

，

in council assembled

：

solemnly given and pronounced under their hands and seals. There was a still greater obstacle in

Oliver's youth and childishness. He only cried bitterly all day

；

and

，

when the long

，

dismal

night came on

，

spread his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness

，

and crouching in

the corner

，

tried to sleep

：

ever and anon waking with a start and tremble

，

and drawing himself

closer

and

closer

to

the

wall

，

as

if

to

feel

even

its

cold

hard

surface

were

a protection

in

the

gloom and loneliness which surrounded him.

Emily Bronte

Wuthering Heights

1

It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that,

not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are

made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or

frost from fire.'

2

I

cannot

express

it;

but

surely

you

and

everybody

have

a

notion

that

there

is

or

should

be

an

existence of yours beyond you. What was the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here?

My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from

the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should

still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a

mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods:

time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles

the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff!

He's

always,

always

in

my

mind:

not

as

a

pleasure,

any

more

than

I

am

always

a

pleasure

to

myself, but as my own being. So don't talk of our separation again.

3

In

the

first

place,

his

startling

likeness

to

Catherine

connected

him

fearfully

with

her.

That,

however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination is actually the least:

for what is not connected with her to me? And what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this

floor, but her features are shaped in the flags! In every cloud, in every tree--filling the air at night,

and

caught

by

glimpses

in

every

object

by

day--I

am

surrounded

with

her

image!

The

most

ordinary

faces

of

men

and

women--my

own

features--mock

me

with

a

resemblance.

The

entire

world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

Alfred Tennyson

1

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls

2

Break, Break,

Break

Break, break, break,

碎裂！啊，大海的波涛

On thy cold grey stones, O Sea!

在灰冷的危岩上崩溃，碎裂！

And I would that my tongue could utter

但愿我胸中涌起的思情

The thoughts that arise in me.

能在舌端倾泻。

O well for the fisherman's boy,

嬉戏的渔家儿女

That he shouts with his sister at play!

奔逐喧闹，多么亲切！

O well for the sailor lad,

帆樯下的少年水手

That he sings in his boat on the bay!

放声歌唱，多么喜悦！

And the stately ships go on

山麓期盼中的港湾

To their haven under the hill;

把庄严的航船迎接。

But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,

而我渴望触及的手不再回归，

And the sound of a voice that is still!

我渴望倾听的嗓音已然寂灭！

Break, break, break,

碎裂！啊，大海的波涛

At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!

在峭壁下崩溃，碎裂！

But the tender grace of a day that is dead

温柔美好的日子死了，

Will never come back to me.

已然永远和我诀别。

Robert Browning

罗 伯特

.

布朗宁

My Last Duchess

我的前公爵夫人

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,

墙上的这幅面是我的前公爵夫人，

Looking as if she were alive. I call

看起来就像她活着一样。如今，

That piece a wonder, now: Frà

Pandolf's hands

我称它为奇迹：潘道夫师的手笔

Worked busily a day, and there she stands.

经一日忙碌，从此她就在此站立。

Will 't please you sit and look at her? I said

你愿坐下看看她吗？我有意提起