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　　1. Wuthering Heights——《呼嘯山莊》

　　You'll pass the churchyard, Mr Lockwood, on your way back to the Grange, and you'll see the three graverestones close to the moor. Catherine's, the middle one, is old now, and half buried in plants which have grown over it. On one side is Edgar Linton's, and on the other is Heathcliff's new one. If you stay there a moment, and watch the insects flying in the warm summer air, and listen to the soft wind breathing through the grass, you'll understand how quietly they rest, the sleepers in that quiet earth.

　　您回畫眉山莊的路上會經過教堂墓地，洛克伍德先生，您可以看見靠近荒原的三個墓碑。中間凱瑟琳的已經很舊了，被周圍生長的雜草掩蓋住了一半。一邊是艾加林頓的，另一邊是西斯克里夫的新墓碑。如果您在那兒呆一會兒，看著在溫暖夏日的空氣里紛飛的昆蟲，聽著在草叢中喘息的柔風，您就會知道在靜謐的泥土下，長眠的人在多么平靜的安息。

　　2. The Scarlet Letter——《紅字》

　　The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognised it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison. In accordance with this rule, it may safely be assumed that the forefathers of Boston had built the first prison-house somewhere in the vicinity of Cornhill, almost as seasonably as they marked out the first burial-ground, on Isaac Johnson's lot, and round about his grave, which subsequently became the nucleus of all the congregated sepulchres in the old churchyard of King's Chapel. Certain it is that, some fifteen or twenty years after the settlement of the town, the wooden jail was already marked with weather-stains and other indications of age, which gave a yet darker aspect to its beetle-browed and gloomy front. The rust on the ponderous iron-work of its oaken door looked more antique than any thing else in the New World. Like all that pertains to crime, it seemed never to have known a youthful era. Before this ugly edifice, and between it and the wheel-track of the street, was a grass-plot, much overgrown with burdock, pig-weed, apple-peru, and such unsightly vegetation, which evidently found something congenial in the soil that had so early borne the black flower of civilised society, a prison. But, on one side of the portal, and rooted almost at the threshold, was a wild rose-bush, covered, in this month of June, with its delicate gems, which might be imagined to offer their fragrance and fragile beauty to the prisoner as he went in, and to the condemned criminal as he came forth to his doom, in token that the deep heart of Nature could pity and be kind to him.

　　新殖民地的開拓者們，不管他們的頭腦中起初有什么關于人類品德和幸福的美妙理想，總要在各種實際需要的草創之中，忘不了劃出一片未開墾的處女地充當墓地，再則出另一片土地來修建監獄。根據這一慣例，我們可以有把握地推斷：波士頓的先民們在谷山一帶的某處地方修建第一座監獄，同在艾薩克.約朝遜①地段標出頭一塊壟地幾乎是在同一時期。后來便以他的墳塋為核心，擴展成王家教堂的那一片累累墓群的古老墓地。可以確定無疑地說，早在鎮子建立十五年或二十年之際，那座木造監獄就已經因風吹日曬雨淋和歲月的流逝而為它那猙獰和陰森的門面增加了幾分晦暗凄楚的景象，使它那橡木大門上沉重的鐵活的斑斑銹痕顯得比新大陸的任何陳跡都益發古老。象一切與罪惡二字息息相關的事物一樣，這座監獄似乎從來不曾經歷過自己的青春韶華。從這座丑陋的大房子門前，一直到軋著車轍的街道，有一片草地，上面過于繁茂地簇生著牛蒡、茨藜、毒莠等等這類不堪入目的雜草，這些雜草顯然在這塊土地上找到了共通的東西，因為正是在這塊土地上早早便誕生了文明社會的那棟黑花——監獄。然而，在大門的一側，幾乎就在門限處，有一叢野玫瑰挺然而立，在這六月的時分，盛開著精致的寶石般的花朵，這會使人想象，它們是在向步入牢門的囚犯或跨出陰暗的刑徒奉獻著自己的`芬芳和嫵媚，借以表示在大自然的深深的心扉中，對他們仍存著一絲憐憫和仁慈。

　　3. Hamlet’ Monologue ——<<哈姆雷特的獨白>>

　　To be, or not to be- that is the question:

　　Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

　　The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

　　Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

　　And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-

　　No more; and by a sleep to say we end

　　The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

　　That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation

　　Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.

　　To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!

　　For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

　　When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

　　Must give us pause. There's the respect

　　That makes calamity of so long life.

　　For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

　　Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

　　The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,

　　The insolence of office, and the spurns

　　That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

　　When he himself might his quietus make

　　With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,

　　To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

　　But that the dread of something after death-

　　The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn

　　No traveller returns- puzzles the will,

　　And makes us rather bear those ills we have

　　Than fly to others that we know not of?

　　Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

　　And thus the native hue of resolution

　　Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

　　And enterprises of great pith and moment

　　With this regard their currents turn awry

　　And lose the name of action.

　　生存還是毀滅?這是個問題。

　　究竟哪樣更高貴，去忍受那狂暴的命運無情的摧殘 還是挺身去反抗那無邊的煩惱，把它掃一個干凈。

　　去死，去睡就結束了，如果睡眠能結束我們心靈的創傷和肉體所承受的千百種痛苦，那真是生存求之不得的天大的好事。去死，去睡，