Love Poems Blake教学小黑板

26-On Turning Ten

So We'll Go No More a Roving

BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)




So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.


For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
 And love itself have rest.


Though the night was made for loving,     
 And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.
By the light of the moon.


So, we'll go no more a roving 
So late into the night, 


The speaker opens with some anaphora, repeating the same structure to begin each line: "so we'll go no more a roving / So late into the night." The word "rove" means "wander" or "roam." 

The speaker is saying that it's time stop wandering around aimlessly late into the night. It's also possible that he (and we just assume that it's a "he") is being metaphorical. 


There's a "we," so it's possible the speaker is talking to somebody else (a buddy, a girlfriend). He could also just be saying "we" to mean himself—people do that sometimes.

Though the heart be still as loving, 
And the moon be still as bright. 

The point is that even though the heart is very much alive, very much emotionally ready to go rove ("loving"), and even though the moon is still really bright (meaning they can wander around and still be able to see), it's time to stop.

Well why stop roving when the heart still wants to, and the bright moon is very inviting? Probably because there comes a time when you have to stop wandering and messing around.

For the sword outwears its sheath, 
And the soul wears out the breast, 

The speaker continues to explain the meaning of his decision to stop roving. A sword can only outwear its sheath (its holster or scabbard) after a long time. Eventually gets tired of the body and goes wherever souls go.


And the heart must pause to breathe, 
And love itself have rest. 

Well he is. The heart makes things a little tricky. He's probably thinking of the heart in a figurative sense as the source of motivation Sometimes, the heart needs a break from wanting to do things. If your heart is always obsessed with something, like roving, it can get tiresome.

The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock
普鲁弗洛克的情歌 T.S.Eliot


Let us go then, you and I, 

When the evening is spread out against the sky 

Like a patient etherized upon a table; 

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, 

The muttering retreats 

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels 

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: 

Streets that follow like a tedious argument 

Of insidious intent 

To lead you to an overwhelming question ... 

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” 

Let us go and make our visit. 



In the room the women come and go 

Talking of Michelangelo. 



The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 

The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes, 

Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, 

Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, 

Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, 

Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 

And seeing that it was a soft October night, 

Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. 



And indeed there will be time 

For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, 

Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 

There will be time, there will be time 

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; 

There will be time to murder and create, 

And time for all the works and days of hands 

That lift and drop a question on your plate; 

Time for you and time for me, 

And time yet for a hundred indecisions, 

And for a hundred visions and revisions, 

Before the taking of a toast and tea. 



In the room the women come and go 

Talking of Michelangelo. 



And indeed there will be time 

To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” 

Time to turn back and descend the stair, 

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair — 

(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”) 

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, 

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin — 

(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”) 

Do I dare 

Disturb the universe? 

In a minute there is time 

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. 



For I have known them all already, known them all: 

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; 

I know the voices dying with a dying fall 

Beneath the music from a farther room. 

So how should I presume? 



And I have known the eyes already, known them all— 

The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, 

And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, 

When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, 

Then how should I begin 

To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 

And how should I presume? 



And I have known the arms already, known them all— 

Arms that are braceleted and white and bare 

(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!) 

Is it perfume from a dress 

That makes me so digress? 

Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. 

And should I then presume? 

And how should I begin? 



Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 

And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes 

Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ... 



I should have been a pair of ragged claws 

Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. 



And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 

Smoothed by long fingers, 

Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers, 

Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. 

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, 

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, 

Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, 

I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter; 

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, 

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 

And in short, I was afraid.

又一次邀请到了我最可爱的学生Miss. D, 撒花撒花；

这一次我们很真诚，并没有像往常一样，假装没有在白板上写好script，真心放飞自我，go wilth the flow～～

Once, when a Lion was asleep, a little Mouse began run- ning up and down upon him. 

This soon wakened the Lion, who placed his huge paw upon him, and opened his big jaws to swallow him. 

“Pardon, O King,” cried the little Mouse, 

“forgive me this time, I shall never forget it! I may be able to return the favor one of these day?” 

The Lion was so tickled at the idea of the Mouse being able to help him that he lifted up his paw and let him go. 

Some time after, the Lion was caught in a trap, and the hunters, who desired to carry him alive to the King, tied him to a tree while they went in search of a wagon to carry him on. 

Just then the little Mouse happened to pass by, and seeing the sad plight of the Lion, went up to him and soon gnawed away the ropes that bound the King of the Beasts. 

“Was I not right?” said the little Mouse.


Little friends may prove great friends. 

伊索寓言
特别来宾：Miss D.
cast: B&D

A great battle was about to happen between the Birds andthe Beasts. When the two armies were collected togetherthe Bat hesitated about which to join.

The Birds thatpassed his perch said: “Come with us”; but he said: “I ama Beast.” Later on, some Beasts who were passing under-neath him looked up and said: “Come with us”; but hesaid: “I am a Bird.” 

Luckily at the last moment peace wasmade, and no battle took place, so the Bat came to theBirds and wished to join in the rejoicings, but they allturned against him, and he had to fly away. He then wentto the Beasts, but soon had to retreat, or else they would have torn him to pieces. “Ah,” said the Bat, “I see now.“‘He that is neither one thing nor the other has no friends.’” 

自己手残，上完课回来脑子不好使，把最完美的一份弄丢了

Now you must know that a Town Mouse once upon a time went on a visit to his cousin in the country. He was rough and ready, this cousin, but he loved his town friend and made him heartily welcome. Beans and bacon, cheese and bread, were all he had to offer, but he offered them freely. 

The Town Mouse rather turned up his long nose at this country fare, and said: “I cannot understand, Cousin, how you can put up with such poor food as this, but of course you cannot expect anything better in the country; come you with me and I will show you how to live. 

When you have been in town a week you will wonder how you could ever have stood a country life.” No sooner said than done: the two mice set off for the town and arrived at the Town Mouse’s residence late at night. “You will want some refreshment after our long journey,” said the polite Town Mouse, and took his friend into the grand dining-room. 

There they found the remains of a fine feast, and soon the two mice were eating up jellies and cakes and all that was nice. Suddenly they heard growling and barking. “What is that?” said the Country Mouse. “It is only the dogs of the house,” answered the other. “Only!” said the Country Mouse. “I do not like that music at my dinner.” 

Just at that moment the door flew open, in came two huge mastiffs, and the two mice had to scamper down and run off. “Good-bye, Cousin,” said the Country Mouse, “What! going so soon?” said the other. “Yes,” he replied;

“Better beans and bacon in peace than cakes and ale in fear.”