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【名人家书】约翰济慈致弟弟

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【名人家书】约翰济慈致弟弟

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约翰·济慈(John·Keats,1795年10月31日—1821年2月23日),出生于18世纪末年的伦敦,他是杰出的英诗作家之一,也是浪漫派的主要成员。济慈的父母在其青少年时期相续去世。济慈自幼喜爱文学,由于家境窘困,不满16岁就离校学医。济慈很早就尝试写作诗歌,他早期的作品多是一些仿作。这本诗集受到一些好评,但也有一些极为苛刻的攻击性评论刊登在当时很有影响力的杂志上。终于成为当时英国文坛上一颗光彩夺目的巨星。随后他令人惊讶的写出了大量的优秀作品,其中包括《圣艾格尼丝之夜》、《夜莺颂》和《致秋天》等名作。

My dear Fanny,

I intended to have written you from Kirkcudbright,the town I shall be in tomorrow——but Iwill write now because my Knapsack has worn mycoat in the Seams, my coat has gone to the Taylorsand I have but one coat to my back in these parts.I must tell you I went to Liverpool with George and our new Sister and the Gentleman,my fellow traveller, through the Summer andAutumn—— we had a tolerable journey to Liverpool——which I left the next morning beforeGeorge was up for Lancaster.——Then we setoff from Lancaster on foot with our Knapascks on,and have walked a Little zig zag through themountains and lakes of Cumberland and Westmoreland—— We came from Carlisle yesterday to this place——We are employed ingoing up Mountains, looking at strange towns,prying into old ruins and eating very heartybreakfasts.Here we are full in the Midst ofbroad Scocth“How is it a'wi yoursel”——the Girls are walking about bare footed and in theworst cottages the smoke finds its way out of thedoor.——Mr. Abbey says we are Don Quixotes——tell him we are more generallytaken for Pedlars.All I hope is that we may not betaken for excise men in this whiskey country.Weare generally up about 5 walking before breakfastand we complete our 20 miles before dinner.——Yesterday we visited Burn's Tomb and thismorning the fine Ruins of Lincluden.——I haddone thus far when my coat came back fortified atall points——so as we lose no time we set forthagain through Galloway——all very pleasant andpretty with no fatigue when one is used to it——We are in the midst of Meg Merrilies' country ofwhom I suppose you have heard.

Old Meg she was a Gipsy,

And liv'd upon the Moors

Her bed it was the brown heath turf

And her house was out of doors.

Her apples were swart blackberries

Her currants pods o' broom

Her wine was dew o'the wild while rose

Her book a churchyard tomb.

No breakfast had she many a day morn

No dinner many a noon

And'stead of supper she would stare

Full hard against the Moon.

Old Meg was brave as Margaret Queen

And tall as Amazon:

An old red blanket cloak she wore;

A chip hat had she on.

God rest her aged bones somewhere

She died full long agone!

If you like these sort of Ballads, I will now andthen scribble one for you——if I send any to TomI'll tell him to send them to you. I have so manyinterruptions that I cannot manage to fill a Letterin one day——since I scribbled the song we havewalked through a beautiful Country to

Kirkcudbright——at which place I will write you asong about myself.

There was a naughty Boy

A naughty boy was he

He would not stop at home

He would not quiet be——

He took

In his Knapsack

A book

Full of vowels

And a shirt

With some towels——

A slight cap

For night cap——

A hair brush

Comb ditto

New Stockings

For old ones

Would split O

This Knapsack

Tight at's back

He rivetted close

And followed his nose To the North

To the North

And followed his noseTo the North.

There was a naughty Boy

And a naughty Boy was he

He ran away to Scotland

Then he found

That the ground

Was as hard

That a yard

Was as long,

That a song

Was as merry

That a cherry

Was as red——

That lead

Was as weighty

That fourscore was as eighty

That a door

Was as wooden

As in England——

So he stood in

His shoes

And he wondered

He wondered

He stood in his

Shoes and he wonder'd.

My dear Fanny,I am ashamed of writing yousuch stuff, nor would I if it were not for beingtired after my day's walking,and ready to tumbleinto bed so fatigued that when I am asleep youmight sew my nose to my great toe and trundle meround the town, like a Hoop, without waking me.Then I get so hungry a Ham goes but a very littleway and fowls are like Larks to me——A batch ofBread I make no more ado with than a sheet ofparliament,and I can eat a Bull's head as easilyas I used to do Bull's eyes. I take a whole string ofPork Sausages down as easily as a Pen-orth ofLady's fingers.Ah dear I must soon be contentedwith an acre or two of oaten cake, a hogshead ofMilk and a basket of Eggs morning noon and nightwhen I get among the Highlanders.

Your affectionate Brother John——



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