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{:September 1, 1939\\n\nI will be true to the wife,\n\nI'll concentrate more on my work,\"\n\nAnd helpless governors wake\n\nTo resume their compulsory game:\n\nWho can release them now,\n\nWho can reach the deaf,\n\nWho can speak for the dumb?\n\nAll I have is a voice\nTo undo the folded lie,\n\nThe romantic lie in the brain\n\nOf the sensual man-in-the-street\n\nAnd the lie of Authority\n\nWhose buildings grope the sky:\n\nThere is no such thing as the State\n\nAnd no one exists alone;\n\nHunger allows no choice\n\nTo the citizen or the police;\n\nWe must love one another or die.\n\nDefenceless under the night\n\nOur world in stupor lies;\n\nYet, dotted everywhere,\n\nIronic points of light\n\nFlash out wherever the Just\n\nExchange their messages:\n\nMay I, composed like them\n\nOf Eros and of dust,\n\nBeleaguered by the same\n\nNegation and despair,\n\nShow an affirming flame.\n\nReferensi\n\nPuisi","meta":{"dup_signals":{"dup_doc_count":2710,"dup_dump_count":99,"dup_details":{"2024-30":24,"2024-26":19,"2024-22":30,"2024-18":28,"2024-10":25,"2017-13":43,"2015-18":13,"2015-11":11,"2015-06":11,"2014-10":15,"2013-48":13,"2013-20":22,"2023-50":23,"2023-40":20,"2023-23":33,"2023-14":29,"2023-06":31,"2022-49":32,"2022-40":32,"2022-33":14,"2022-27":32,"2022-21":32,"2022-05":33,"2021-49":16,"2021-43":35,"2021-39":20,"2021-31":33,"2021-25":20,"2021-21":17,"2021-17":31,"2021-10":24,"2021-04":29,"2020-50":23,"2020-45":24,"2020-40":29,"2020-34":25,"2020-29":27,"2020-24":28,"2020-16":24,"2020-10":27,"2020-05":36,"2019-51":21,"2019-47":24,"2019-43":21,"2019-39":31,"2019-35":18,"2019-30":22,"2019-26":19,"2019-22":24,"2019-18":18,"2019-13":24,"2019-09":17,"2019-04":26,"2018-51":17,"2018-47":26,"2018-43":26,"2018-39":23,"2018-34":20,"2018-30":65,"2018-26":44,"2018-22":38,"2018-17":34,"2018-13":55,"2018-09":53,"2018-05":61,"2017-51":56,"2017-47":54,"2017-43":75,"2017-39":53,"2017-34":66,"2017-30":60,"2017-26":60,"2017-22":53,"2017-17":54,"2017-09":26,"2017-04":22,"2016-50":21,"2016-44":17,"2016-40":18,"2016-36":13,"2016-30":12,"2016-26":11,"2016-22":13,"2016-18":14,"2016-07":15,"2015-48":16,"2015-40":12,"2015-35":13,"2015-32":14,"2015-27":14,"2015-22":14,"2015-14":10,"2014-52":14,"2014-49":15,"2014-42":36,"2014-41":20,"2014-35":18,"2014-23":24,"2014-15":17}},"id":3412720,"url":"https:\/\/id.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/September%201%2C%201939","title":"September 1, 1939","language":"id"},"subset":"wikipedia"} |
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{"text":"\u4fc4\u6253(Ode)\u6216\u980c\u3001\u8ce6,\u4fc2\u897f\u65b9\u8a69\u6b4c\u55f0\u4e00\u7a2e\u5f62\u5f0f\u3002\u4f62\u901a\u5e38\u6709\u4e00\u5b9a\u55f0\u9577\u5ea6,\u7d50\u69cb\u7cbe\u7dfb\u3001\u5100\u79ae\u51fa\u773e\u3001\u66f2\u8abf\u838a\u56b4,\u901a\u5e38\u4fc2\u8209\u884c\u846c\u79ae\u3001\u570b\u4e8b\u55f0\u6642\u9593\u7528\u55f0\u3002\n\n\u793a\u4f8b\n\u300aOde to a Nightingale\u300b,John Keats\n\n1.\n\nMy heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains\n My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,\nOr emptied some dull opiate to the drains\n One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:\n'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, \n But being too happy in thine happiness,\u2014\n That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,\n In some melodious plot\n Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,\n Singest of summer in full-throated ease. \n\n2.\n\nO, for a draught of vintage! that hath been\n Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,\nTasting of Flora and the country green,\n Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!\nO for a beaker full of the warm South, \n Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,\n With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,\n And purple-stained mouth;\n That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,\n And with thee fade away into the forest dim: \n\n3.\n\nFade far away, dissolve, and quite forget\n What thou among the leaves hast never known,\nThe weariness, the fever, and the fret\n Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;\nWhere palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, \n Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;\n Where but to think is to be full of sorrow\n And leaden-eyed despairs,\n Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,\n Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. \n\n4.\n\nAway! away! for I will fly to thee,\n Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,\nBut on the viewless wings of Poesy,\n Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:\nAlready with thee! tender is the night, \n And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,\n Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;\n But here there is no light,\n Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown\n Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. \n\n5.\n\nI cannot see what flowers are at my feet,\n Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,\nBut, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet\n Wherewith the seasonable month endows\nThe grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; \n White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;\n Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;\n And mid-May's eldest child,\n The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,\n The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. \n\n6.\n\nDarkling I listen; and, for many a time\n I have been half in love with easeful Death,\nCall'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,\n To take into the air my quiet breath;\nNow more than ever seems it rich to die, \n To cease upon the midnight with no pain,\n While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad\n In such an ecstasy!\n Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain\u2014\n To thy high requiem become a sod. \n\n7.\n\nThou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!\n No hungry generations tread thee down;\nThe voice I hear this passing night was heard\n In ancient days by emperor and clown:\nPerhaps the self-same song that found a path \n Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,\n She stood in tears amid the alien corn;\n The same that oft-times hath\n Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam\n Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. \n\n8.\n\nForlorn! the very word is like a bell\n To toll me back from thee to my sole self!\nAdieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well\n As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.\nAdieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades \n Past the near meadows, over the still stream,\n Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep\n In the next valley-glades:\n Was it a vision, or a waking dream?\n Fled is that music:\u2014Do I wake or sleep?\n\n\u5225\u55f0\u689d\u76ee\n\u5df4\u524c(Ballad)\n\n\u8a69metadup_signalsdup_doc_countdup_dump_countdup_details2024-302024-262024-222024-182024-102017-132015-182015-112015-062014-102013-482013-202023-502023-402023-232023-142023-062022-492022-402022-332022-272022-212022-052021-492021-432021-392021-312021-252021-212021-172021-102021-042020-502020-452020-402020-342020-292020-242020-162020-102020-052019-512019-472019-432019-392019-352019-302019-262019-222019-182019-132019-092019-042018-512018-472018-432018-392018-342018-302018-262018-222018-172018-132018-092018-052017-512017-472017-432017-392017-342017-302017-262017-222017-172017-092017-042016-502016-442016-402016-362016-302016-262016-222016-182016-072015-482015-402015-352015-322015-272015-222015-142014-522014-492014-422014-412014-352014-232014-15idurlhttps:\/\/gan.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/%E4%BF%84%E6%89%93title\u4fc4\u6253languagegansubsetwikipedia |
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