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1、【英文文学】Children of the DawnINTRODUCTION:THE aim of this volume is to present, in a form suitable for young readers, a small selection from the almost inexhaustible treasure-house of the ancient Greek tales, which abound (it is needless to say) in all Greek poetry, and are constantly referred to by th

2、e prose-writers. These stories are found, whether narrated at length, or sometimes only mentioned in a cursory and tantalising reference, from the earliest poets, Homer and Hesiod, through the lyric age, and the Attic renaissance of the fifth century, when they form the material of the tragic drama,

3、 down to the second century b.c., when Apollodorus, the Athenian grammarian, made a prose collection of them, which is invaluable. They reappear at Rome in the Augustan age (and later), in the poems of Vergil, Ovid, and Statiusparticularly in Ovids Metamorphoses. Many more are supplied by Greek or R

4、oman travellers, scholars, geographers, or historians, of the first three centuries of our era, such as Strabo, Pausanias, Athen?us, Apuleius and ?lian. The tales are variousstories of love, adventure, heroism, skill, endurance, achievement or defeat. The gods take active part,often in conflict with

5、 each other. The heroes or victims are men and women; and behind all, inscrutable and inexorable, sits the dark figure of Fate. The Greeks had a rare genius for storytelling of all sorts. Whether the tales were of native growth, or imported from the East or elsewhereand both sources are doubtless re

6、presentedonce they had passed through the Greek hands, the Greek spirit, finely touched to fine issues, marked them for its own with the beauty, vivacity, dramatic interest, and imaginative outline and detail, which were never absent from the best Greek work, least of all during the centuries that l

7、ie between Homer and Plato.The eleven tales here presented from this vast store are (as will be seen) very various both in date, character, and detail; and they seem well chosen for their purpose. The writer of these English versions of ancient stories has clearly aimed at a terse simplicity of styl

8、e, while giving full details, with occasional descriptive passages where required to make the scene more vivid; and, for the same end, she has rightly made free use of dialogue or soliloquy wherever the story could thus be more pointedly or dramatically told.The first story, called The Riddle of the

9、 Sphinx, gives us in brief the whole Theban tale, from King Laius and the magical building of the city, to the incomparable scene from Sophocles last play, describing the Passing of ?dipus. It even includes the heroic action of Antigone, in burying with due rites her dead brother, in spite of the ty

10、rants threats, and at the cost of her own life. No tale was more often treated in ancient poetry than this tragedy of Thebes. Homer and Hesiod both refer to it, ?schylus wrote a whole trilogy, and Sophocles three separate dramas, on this theme. Euripides dealt with it in his Ph?niss?, which survives

11、, and in his ?dipus and Antigone, of which a few fragments remain. And several other poets whose works are lost are known by the titles of their plays to have dealt with the same subject.One other tale in this selection rests in large measure on the Attic dramanamely, the story of Alcestis, the four

12、th in this series. As far as we know, Euripides alone of the ancients treated this theme, in his beautiful and interesting play Alcestis, which is here closely followed by our author. The past history of Admetus, the king, which Euripides briefly summarises in the prologue, is here dramatized, and a

13、dds much interest to the story, including as it does the Argonauts visit to Pelias, and the romantic imaginary scene of the kings first meeting with Alcestis.The two charming love-stories which come second and third in this series, though unquestionably Greek in origin, reach us from Roman sources,

14、and bear clear evidence in their form and spirit of belonging to a later age. The character of the love romance in Hero and Leander and the transparent allegory of Eros and Psyche (Love and the Soul), leave little doubt on this point. The former tale is ascribed to a late Greek epic poet, Mus?us, of

15、 whom nothing else is known; and the latter we owe to Apuleius, a Roman philosopher and man of letters in the second century a.d.The fifth and tenth stories (in both of which Atalanta appears) rest in their present shape on the authority of Apollodorus; but the incidents of the Calydonian boar-hunt,

16、 and the race for the hand of the princess, won by the suitors clever trick of the golden apples, are found as local traditions connected with two different parts of Greece, Arcadia and B?otia, and may be in their earliest form of great antiquity.The two fanciful stories of Echo and Narcissus, and A

17、lpheus and Arethusa, which form the sixth and ninth in this series, are among the prettiest of Nature myths, and are characteristic Greek inventions. The chase of Arethusa under the sea by the river-god Alpheus was to a Greek the most natural of fancies, for to him all water was protected by, or ide

18、ntified with, some god, nymph, or spirit; and the fancy was especially easy to a dweller in the limestone district of Arcadia, where streams may run underground for long distances, and reappear as full-grown rivers from a cavern at the foot of the hills. The tale of Echo in its present form comes on

19、ly from Latin poetry (Ovid); but the fancy that Echo was a spirit or nymph, which is the heart of the story, may well be of unknown antiquity, especially among the most imaginative of races, living in a land of rocky hills, the native home of echoes.Of the remaining stories (Pygmalion, Orpheus, and

20、?none), the briefest comment will suffice. The beautiful and pathetic tale of Orpheus and Eurydice, which is best known to us from the incomparable version of it at the close of Vergils fourth Georgic, we know on good evidence to have been extant at least as early as ?schylus (fifth century b.c.), a

21、nd possibly much earlier. The touching story of ?none is post-Homeric, and is known to us only from Ovid and Apollodorus. It is familiar to all Englishmen from the two beautiful poems of Tennyson, which are respectively among the earliest and latest of his works. The strange yet striking tale of Pyg

22、malion also comes to us from Apollodorus; and though it may be much older, it is perhaps not likely to belong to an earlier time than the fourth century b.c., a date which seems to be suggested both by the character of the story, and the development of the art of sculpture implied in it.It only rema

23、ins to commend these beautiful old stories, in their English dress, to the favour of those for whom they are intended.A. SIDGWICK.Oxford,September 9, 1908.The Riddle of the SphinxAR away towards the east and the regions of the rising sun lies the fair land of Hellas, a land famous from of old for mi

24、ghty deeds of mighty men, and famous to this day among the nations of the earth; for though the mighty men, her heroes, have long since passed away, their names live on for ever in the pages of her grand old poets, who sing of their deeds in strains which still kindle the hearts of men, and stir the

25、m up to be heroes too, and fight lifes battle bravely.Long ago, in the city of Thebes, there ruled a king named Laius and his queen Iocasta. They were children of the gods, and Thebes itself, men said, had been built by hands more than mortal; for Apollo had led Cadmus the Ph?nician, the son of Zeus

26、, to the sacred spot where he was to raise the citadel of Thebes, and Pallas Athene had helped him to slay the monstrous dragon that guarded the sacred spring of Ares. The teeth of the dragon, Cadmus took and planted in the plain of Thebes, and from this seed there sprang up a great host of armed me

27、n, who would have slain him; but he took a stone and cast it in their midst, whereupon the serpent-men turned their arms one against another, fighting up and down the plain till only five were left. With the help of these five, Cadmus built the citadel of Thebes, and round it made a wall so wide tha

28、t a dozen men and more might walk upon it, and so huge were the stones and so strong was the masonry that parts of it are standing to this day. As for the city itself, the tale goes that Amphion, the mightiest of all musicians, came with his lyre, and so sweetly did he play that the hearts of the ve

29、ry stones were stirred within them, so that of their own free-will they fell into their places, and the town of Thebes rose up beneath the shadow of the citadel.For many a long day did Laius and Iocasta rule over the people of Thebes, and all that time they had no children; for a dreadful curse lay

30、on the head of Laius that, if ever he had a son, by that sons hand he should die. At last a boy was born to them, and Laius, remembering the curse, swore that the child should never grow to manhood, and he bade Iocasta slay him forthwith. But she, being his mother, was filled with a great love and p

31、ity for the helpless child. When it nestled in her arms and clung to her breast she could not find it in her heart to slay it, and she wept over it many a bitter salt tear, and pressed it closer to her bosom. As the tiny fingers closed round hers, and the soft head pressed against her, she murmured,

32、Surely, so little a thing can do no harm? Sweet babe, they say that I must kill thee, but they know not a mothers love. Rather than that, I will put thee away out of my sight, and never see thee more, though the gods know I had sooner die than lose thee, my little one, my own sweet babe.So she calle

33、d a trusty house-slave, who knew the kings decree, and placing the child in his arms, she said,Go, take it away, and hide it in the hills. Perchance the gods will have pity on it, and put it in the heart of some shepherd, who feeds his flocks on distant pastures, to take the child home to his cot an

34、d rear it. Farewell, my pretty babe. The green grass must be thy cradle, and the mountain breezes must lull thee to sleep. May the gods in their mercy bless thy childhoods hours, and make thy name famous among men; for thou art a kings son, and a child of the Immortals, and the Immortals forget not

35、those that are born of their blood.So the man took the child from Iocasta; but, because he feared the kings decree, he pierced its ankles and bound them together, for he thought,Surely, even if some shepherd wandering on the mountain-side should light upon the child, he will never rear one so maimed

36、; and if the king should ask, I will say that he is dead.But because the child wept for the pain in its ankles, he took it home first to his wife to be fed and comforted, and when she gave it back into his arms, it smiled up into his face. Then all the hardness died out of his heart, for the gods ha

37、d shed about it a grace to kindle love in the coldest breast.Now Cith?ron lies midway between Thebes and Corinth, and in winter-time the snow lies deep upon the summit, and the wild winds shriek through the rocks and clefts, and the pine trees pitch and bend beneath the fury of the blast, so that me

38、n called it the home of the Furies, the Awful Goddesses, who track out sin and murder. And there, too, in the streams and caverns, dwell the naiads and the nymphs, wild spirits of the rocks and waters; and if any mortal trespass on their haunts, they drive him to madness in their echoing grottoes an

39、d gloomy caves. Yet, for all that, though men called it dark Cith?ron, the grass about its feet grew fine and green, so that the shepherds came from all the neighbouring towns to pasture their flocks on its well-watered slopes. Here it was that Laiuss herdsman fell in with a herdsman of Polybus, kin

40、g of Corinth, and, seeing that he was a kindly man, and likely to have compassion on the child, he gave it him to rear.Now, it had not pleased the gods to grant any children to Polybus, king of Corinth, and Merope, his wife, though they wreathed their altars with garlands and burnt sweet savour of i

41、ncense; and at last all hope died out of their hearts, and they said,The gods are angry, and will destroy our race, and the kingdom shall pass into the hands of a stranger.But one day it chanced that the queen saw in the arms of one of her women a child she had not seen before, and she questioned he

42、r, and asked if it were hers. And the woman confessed that her husband, the kings herdsman, had found it on dim Cith?ron, and had taken pity on it, and brought it home. Then the queen looked at the child, and seeing that it was passing fair, she said,Surely this is no common babe, but a child of the

43、 Immortals. His hair is golden as the summer corn, and his eyes like the stars in heaven. What if the gods have sent him to comfort our old age, and rule the kingdom when we are dead? I will rear him in the palace as my own son, and he shall be a prince in the land of Corinth.So the child lived in t

44、he palace, and became a son to Polybus and Merope, and heir to the kingdom. For want of a name they called him ?dipus, because his ankles, when they found him, were all swollen by the pin that the herdsman had put through them. As he grew up, he found favour in all mens eyes, for he was tall and com

45、ely and cunning withal.The gods are gracious, men said, to grant the king such a son, and the people of Corinth so mighty a prince, to rule over them in days to come.For as yet they knew not that he was a foundling, and no true heir to the throne.Now, while the child was still young, he played about

46、 the courts of the palace, and in running and leaping and in feats of strength and hardihood of heart there was none to beat him among his playmates, or even to stand up against him, save one. But so well matched were these two, that the other children would gather round them in a ring to watch them

47、 box and wrestle, and the victor they would carry on their shoulders round the echoing galleries with shouting and clapping of hands; and sometimes it was ?dipus, and sometimes the other lad. But at length there came a time when again and again ?dipus was proved the stronger, and again and again the

48、 other slunk home beaten, like a cur that has been whipped: and he brooded over his defeat, and nourished hatred in his heart against ?dipus, and vowed that one day he would have his revenge by fair means or by foul.But when Merope the queen saw ?dipus growing tall and fair, and surpassing all his c

49、omrades in strength, she took him up one day on to the citadel, and showed him all the lovely land of Hellas lying at his feet. Below them spread the shining city, with its colonnades and fountains and stately temples of the gods, like some jewel in the golden sands, and far away to the westward stretched the blue Corinthian Gulf, till the mountains of ?tolia seemed to join hands with their sisters in Peloponne