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1、【国外英文文学】Love-Songs of Childhood.Love-Songs of Childhoodby Eugene FieldTo Mrs. Belle AnglerDearest Aunt:Many years ago you used to rock me to sleep, cradling me in your arms and singing me petty songs. Surely you have not forgotten that time, and I recall it with tenderness. You were very beautiful t

2、hen. But you are more beautiful now; for, in the years that have come and gone since then, the joys and the sorrows of maternity have impressed their saintly grace upon the dear face I used to kiss, and have made your gentle heart gentler still.Beloved lady, in memory of years to be recalled only in

3、 thought, and in token of my gratitude and affection, I bring you these little love-songs, and reverently I lay them at your feet.Eugene Field Chicago, November 1, 1894THE LOVE-SONGSBy Eugene FieldTHE ROCK-A-BY LADY BOOH! GARDEN AND CRADLE THE NIGHT WIND KISSING TIME JEST FORE CHRISTMAS BEARD AND BA

4、BY THE DINKEY-BIRD THE DRUM THE DEAD BABE THE HAPPY HOUSEHOLD So, so, ROCK-A-BY SO! THE SONG OF LUDDY-DUD THE DUEL GOOD-CHILDREN STREET THE DELECTABLE BALLAD OF THE WALLER LOT THE STORK THE BOTTLE TREE GOOGLY-GOO THE BENCH-LEGGED FYCE LITTLE MISS BRAG THE HUMMING TOP LADY BUTTON-EYES THE RIDE TO BUM

5、PVILLE THE BROOK PICNIC-TIME SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS THE SHUT-EYE TRAIN LITTLE-OH-DEAR THE FLY-AWAY HORSE SWING HIGH AND SWING LOW WHEN I WAS A BOY AT PLAY A VALENTINE LITTLE ALL-ALONEY SEEIN THINGS THE CUNNIN LITTLE THING THE DOLLS WOOING INSCRIPTION FOR MY LITTLE SONS SILVER PLATE FISHERMAN

6、JIMS KIDS FIDDLE-DEE-DEE OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAYTHE ROCK-A-BY LADYThe Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street Comes stealing; comes creeping; The poppies they hang from her head to her feet, And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet - She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet, When she findeth you

7、 sleeping!There is one little dream of a beautiful drum - Rub-a-dub! it goeth; There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum, And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum, And a trumpet that bloweth!And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams With laug

8、hter and singing; And boats go a-floating on silvery streams, And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams, And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams, The fairies go winging!Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet? Theyll come to you sleeping; So shut the two eyes that

9、 are weary, my sweet, For the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street, With poppies that hang from her head to her feet, Comes stealing; comes creeping.BOOH!On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap, And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurses lap, In some such wise my handkerchief I ho

10、ld before my face, And cautiously and quietly I move about the place; Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view, And you should hear him laugh and crow when I say Booh!Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared, And really, when I first began, he stared, and stared, and s

11、tared; And then his under lip came out and farther out it came, Till mamma and the nurse agreed it was a cruel shame - But now what does that same wee, toddling, lisping baby do But laugh and kick his little heels when I say Booh!He laughs and kicks his little heels in rapturous glee, and then In sh

12、rill, despotic treble bids me do it all aden! And I - of course I do it; for, as his progenitor, It is such pretty, pleasant play as this that I am for! And it is, oh, such fun I and sure that we shall rue The time when we are both too old to play the game Booh!GARDEN AND CRADLEWhen our babe he goet

13、h walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are good to him, And bow them as they should to him, As fareth he upon his kingly way; And birdlings of the wood to him Make music, gentle music, all the day, When our babe he goeth walking in his garden.When our ba

14、be he goeth swinging in his cradle, Then the night it looketh ever sweetly down; The little stars are kind to him, The moon she hath a mind to him And layeth on his head a golden crown; And singeth then the wind to him A song, the gentle song of Bethlem-town, When our babe he goeth swinging in his c

15、radle.THE NIGHT WINDHave you ever heard the wind go Yooooo? T is a pitiful sound to hear! It seems to chill you through and through With a strange and speechless fear. T is the voice of the night that broods outside When folk should be asleep, And many and manys the time Ive cried To the darkness br

16、ooding far and wide Over the land and the deep: Whom do you want, O lonely night, That you wail the long hours through? And the night would say in its ghostly way: Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!My mother told me long ago (When I was a little tad) That when the night went wailing so, Somebody had b

17、een bad; And then, when I was snug in bed, Whither I had been sent, With the blankets pulled up round my head, Id think of what my motherd said, And wonder what boy she meant! And Whos been bad to-day? Id ask Of the wind that hoarsely blew, And the voice would say in its meaningful way: Yoooooooo! Y

18、oooooooo! Yoooooooo!That this was true I must allow - Youll not believe it, though! Yes, though Im quite a model now, I was not always so. And if you doubt what things I say, Suppose you make the test; Suppose, when youve been bad some day And up to bed are sent away From mother and the rest - Suppo

19、se you ask, Who has been bad? And then youll hear whats true; For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone: Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!KISSING TIMET is when the lark goes soaring And the bee is at the bud, When lightly dancing zephyrs Sing over field and flood; When all sweet things in nature S

20、eem joyfully achime - T is then I wake my darling, For it is kissing time!Go, pretty lark, a-soaring, And suck your sweets, 0 bee; Sing, 0 ye winds of summer, Your songs to mine and me; For with your song and rapture Cometh the moment when Its half-past kissing time And time to kiss again!So - so th

21、e days go fleeting Like golden fancies free, And every day that cometh Is full of sweets for me; And sweetest are those moments My darling comes to climb Into my lap to mind me That it is kissing time.Sometimes, maybe, he wanders A heedless, aimless way - Sometimes, maybe, he loiters In pretty, prat

22、tling play; But presently bethinks him And hastens to me then, For its half-past kissing time And time to kiss again!JEST FORE CHRISTMASFather calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! Mighty glad I aint a girl - ruther be a boy, Without them sashe

23、s, curls, an things thats worn by Fauntleroy! Love to chawnk green apples an go swimmin in the lake - Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache! Most all the time, the whole year round, there aint no flies on me, But jest fore Christmas Im as good as I kin be!Got a yeller dog named Sport,

24、sick him on the cat; First thing she knows she doesnt know where she is at! Got a clipper sled, an when us kids goes out to slide, Long comes the grocery cart, an we all hook a ride! But sometimes when the grocery man is worrited an cross, He reaches at us with his whip, an larrups up his hoss, An t

25、hen I laff an holler, Oh, ye never teched me! But jest fore Christmas Im as good as I kin be!Granma says she hopes that when I git to be a man, Ill be a missionarer like her oldest brother, Dan, As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylons Isle, Where every prospeck pleases, an only man is vi

26、le! But granma she has never been to see a Wild West show, Nor read the Life of Daniel Boone, or else I guess shed know That Bufflo Bill an cow-boys is good enough for me! Excep jest fore Christmas, when Im good as I kin be!And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemn-like an still, His eyes they s

27、eem a-sayin: Whats the matter, little Bill? The old cat sneaks down off her perch an wonders whats become Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum! But I am so perlite an tend so earnestly to biz, That mother says to father: How improved our Willie is! But father, havin been a boy hi

28、sself, suspicions me When, jest fore Christmas, Im as good as I kin be!For Christmas, with its lots an lots of candies, cakes, an toys, Was made, they say, for proper kids an not for naughty boys; So wash yer face an bresh yer hair, an mind yer ps and qs, An dont bust out yer pantaloons, and dont we

29、ar out yer shoes; Say Yessum to the ladies, an Yessur to the men, An when theys company, dont pass yer plate for pie again; But, thinkin of the things yerd like to see upon that tree, Jest fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be!BEARD AND BABYI say, as one who never feared The wrath of a subscribers

30、 bullet, I pity him who has a beard But has no little girl to pull it!When wife and I have finished tea, Our baby woos me with her prattle, And, perching proudly on my knee, She gives my petted whiskers battle.With both her hands she tugs away, While scolding at me kind o spiteful; Youll not believe

31、 me when I say I find the torture quite delightful!No other would presume, I ween, To trifle with this hirsute wonder, Else would I rise in vengeful mien And rend his vandal frame asunder!But when her baby fingers pull This glossy, sleek, and silky treasure, My cup of happiness is full - I fairly gl

32、ow with pride and pleasure!And, sweeter still, through all the day I seem to hear her winsome prattle - I seem to feel her hands at play, As though they gave me sportive battle.Yes, heavenly music seems to steal Where thought of her forever lingers, And round my heart I always feel The twining of he

33、r dimpled fingers!THE DINKEY BIRDIn an ocean, way out yonder (As all sapient people know), Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to go; Its their playing, romping, swinging, That give great joy to me While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing In the amfalula tree!There the gum-drops grow like

34、cherries, And taffys thick as peas - Caramels you pick like berries When, and where, and how you please; Big red sugar-plums are clinging To the cliffs beside that sea Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree.So when children shout and scamper And make merry all the day, When theres nau

35、ght to put a damper To the ardor of their play; When I hear their laughter ringing, Then Im sure as sure can be That the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree.For the Dinkey-Birds bravuras And staccatos are so sweet - His roulades, appoggiaturas, And robustos so complete, That the youth of eve

36、ry nation - Be they near or far away - Have especial delectation In that gladsome roundelay.Their eyes grow bright and brighter, Their lungs begin to crow, Their hearts get light and lighter, And their cheeks are all aglow; For an echo cometh bringing The news to all and me, That the Dinkey-Bird is

37、singing In the amfalula tree.Im sure you like to go there To see your feathered friend - And so many goodies grow there You would like to comprehend! Speed, little dreams, your winging To that land across the sea Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree!THE DRUMIm a beautiful red, red d

38、rum, And I train with the soldier boys; As up the street we come, Wonderful is our noise! Theres Tom, and Jim, and Phil, And Dick, and Nat, and Fred, While Widow Cutlers Bill And I march on ahead, With a r-r-rat-tat-tat And a tum-titty-um-tum-tum - Oh, theres bushels of fun in that For boys with a l

39、ittle red drum!The Injuns came last night While the soldiers were abed, And they gobbled a Chinese kite And off to the woods they fled! The woods are the cherry-trees Down in the orchard lot, And the soldiers are marching to seize The booty the Injuns got. With tum-titty-um-tum-tum, And r-r-rat-tat-

40、tat, When soldiers marching come Injuns had better scat!Step up there, little Fred, And, Charley, have a mind! Jim is as far ahead As you two are behind! Ready with gun and sword Your valorous work to do - Yonder the Injun horde Are lying in wait for you. And their hearts go pitapat When they hear t

41、he soldiers come With a r-r-rat-tat-tat And a tum-titty-um-tum-tum!Course its all in play! The skulking Injun crew That hustled the kite away Are little white boys, like you! But honest or just in fun, It is all the same to me; And, when the battle is won, Home once again march we With a r-r-rat-tat

42、-tat And tum-titty-um-tum-tum; And theres glory enough in that For the boys with their little red drum!THE DEAD BABELast night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: 0 God! what have I done, Or in what wise offended Thee, That Thou shouldst take away from me My little son?Upon the tho

43、usand useless lives, Upon the guilt that vaunting thrives, Thy wrath were better spent! Why shouldst Thou take my little son - Why shouldst Thou vent Thy wrath upon This innocent?Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, Before mine eyes the vision spread Of things that might have been: Licentious riot,

44、 cruel strife, Forgotten prayers, a wasted life Dark red with sin!Then, with sweet music in the air, I saw another vision there: A Shepherd in whose keep A little lamb - my little child! Of worldly wisdom undefiled, Lay fast asleep!Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In those two messages I read A

45、 wisdom manifest; And though my arms be childless now, I am content - to Him I bow Who knoweth best.THE HAPPY HOUSEHOLDIts when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes; Then its sleep no more for baby, and its sleep no more for me,

46、For, when he wants his dinner, why its dinner it must be! And of that lacteal fluid he partakes with great ado, While granma laughs, And granpa laughs, And wife, she laughs, And I - well, I laugh, too!Youd think, to see us carrying on about that little tad, That, like as not, that baby was the first

47、 wed ever had; But, sakes alive! he isnt, yet we people make a fuss As if the only baby in the world had come to us! And, morning, noon, and night-time, whatever he may do, Granma, she laughs, Granpa, he laughs, Wife, she laughs, And I, of course, laugh, too!But once - a likely spell ago - when that

48、 poor little chick From teething or from some such ill of infancy fell sick, You wouldnt know us people as the same that went about A-feelin good all over, just to hear him crow and shout; And, though the doctor poohed our fears and said hed pull him through, Old granma cried, And granpa cried, And wife, she cried, And I - yes, I cried,