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卡罗尔怎么就不是诗人呢 这首诗鲜为人知啊。 > All in the golden afternoon > Full leisurely we glide; > For both our oars, with little skill, > By little arms are plied, > While little hands make vain pretence > Our wanderings to guide. > Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, > Beneath such dreamy weather, > To beg a tale of breath too weak > To stir the tiniest feather! > Yet what can one poor voice avail > Against three tongues together? > Imperious Prima flashes forth > Her edict "to begin it"— > In gentler tones Secunda hopes > "There will be nonsense in it"— > While Tertia interrupts the tale > Not more than once a minute. > Anon, to sudden silence won, > In fancy they pursue > The dream-child moving through a land > Of wonders wild and new, > In friendly chat with bird or beast— > And half believe it true. > And ever, as the story drained > The wells of fancy dry, > And faintly strove that weary one > To put the subject by, > "The rest next time—" "It is next time!" > The happy voices cry. > Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: > Thus slowly, one by one, > Its quaint events were hammered out— > And now the tale is done, > And home we steer, a merry crew, > Beneath the setting sun. > Alice! A childish story take, > And, with a gentle hand, > Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined > In Memory's mystic band, > Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers > Plucked in a far-off land. > And, though the shadow of a sigh > May tremble through the story, > For "happy summer days" gone by, > And vanish'd summer glory— > It shall not touch, with shade of gloom, > The pleasure of our childish tale. 但是写得多美啊……
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