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【正文】 y [01:]By Gibran Khalil Gibran [01:]Where shall you seek beauty, [01:]and how shall you find her [01:]unless she herself be your way and your guide? [01:]And how shall you speak of her [01:]except she be the weaver of your speech? [01:]The aggrieved and the injured say, [01:]“Beauty is kind and gentle. [01:]Like a young mother halfshy of her own glory [01:]she walks among us.” [01:]And the passionate say, [01:]“Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread. [01:]Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us [01:]and sky above us.” [01:]The tired and the weary say, [01:]“Beauty is of soft whisperings. [01:]She speaks in our spirit. [01:]Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light [01:]that quivers in fear of the shadow.” [01:]But the restless say, [01:]“We have heard her shouting among the mountains, [01:]and with her cries came the sound of hoofs, [02:]and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.” [02:]At night the watchmen of the city say, [02:]“Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.” [02:]And at noontime the toilers say, [02:]“We have seen her leaning over the earth [02:]from the windows of the sunset.” [02:]In winter say the snowbound, [02:]“She shall e with the spring leaping upon the hills.” [02:]And in the summer heat the reapers say, [02:]“We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, [02:]and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.” [02:]All these things have you said of beauty, [02:]yet in truth you spoke not of her [02:]but of needs unsatisfied, [02:]and beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. [02:]It is not a mouth thirsting [02:]nor an empty hand stretched forth, [02:]but rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. [02:]It is not the image you would see [02:]nor the song you would hear, [02:]but rather an image you see though you close your eyes [03:]and a song you hear though you shut your ears. [03:]It is not sap within the furrowed bark, [03:]nor a wing attached to a claw, [03:]but rather a garden for ever in bloom [03:]and a flock of angels for ever in flight. [03:]Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. [00:]The Love of Beauty [00:]By John Ruskin [00:]The love of beauty [00:]is an essential part of all healthy human nature. [00:]It is a moral quality. [00:]The absence of it is not an assured ground of condemnation, [00:]but the presence of it is an invariable sign of goodness of heart. [00:]In proportion to the degree in which it is felt [00:]will probably be the degree [00:]in which nobleness and beauty of character will be attained. [00:]Natural beauty is an allpervading presence. [00:]The universe is its temple. [00:]It unfolds into the numberless flowers of spring. [00:]It waves in the branches of trees and the green blades of grass. [00:]It haunts the depths of the earth and the sea. [00:]It gleams from the hues of the shell and the precious stone. [00:]And not only these minute objects but the oceans, [00:]the mountains, the clouds, the stars, [00:]the rising and the setting sun — all overflow with beauty. [01:]This beauty is so precious, [01:]and so congenial to our tenderest and noblest feelings, [01:]that it is painful to think of the multitude of people [01:]living in the midst of it [01:]and yet remaining almost blind to it. [01:]All people should seek to bee acquainted [01:]with the beauty in nature. [01:]There is not a worm we tread upon, [01:]nor a leaf that dances merrily as it falls [01:]before the autumn winds, [01:]that does not call for our study and admiration. [01:]The power to appreciate beauty [01:]not only increases our sources of happiness — [01:]it enlarges our moral nature, too. [01:]Beauty calms our restlessness and dispels our cares. [01:]Go into the fields or the woods, [01:]spend a summer day by the sea or the mountains, [01:]and all your little perplexities and anxieties will vanish. [01:]Listen to sweet music, [01:]and your foolish fears and petty jealousies will pass away. [01:]The beauty of the world [01:]helps us to seek and find the beauty of goodness. [00:]Beauty of July [00:]By Alice Meynell [00:]One has the leisure of July [00:]for perceiving all the differences of the green of leaves. [00:]It is no longer a difference in degrees of maturity, [00:]for all the trees have darkened to their final tone, [00:]and stand in their differences of character [00:]and not of mere date. [00:]Almost all the green is grave, not sad and not dull. [00:]It has a darkened and a daily colour, [00:]in majestic but not obvious harmony with dark grey skies, [00:]and might look, to inconstant eyes, [00:]as prosaic after spring as eleven o’clock looks after the dawn. [00:]Gravity is the word — not solemnity as towards evening, [00:]nor menace as at night. [00:]The daylight trees of July are signs of mon beauty, [00:]mon freshness, [00:]and a mystery familiar and abiding as night and day. [00:]In childhood [01:]we all have a more exalted sense of dawn and summer sunrise [01:]than we ever fully retain or quite recover。 [01:]and also a far higher sensibility for April and April evenings — [01:]a heartache for them, [01:]which in riper years is gradually and irretrievably consoled. [01:]But, on the other hand, [01:]childhood has so quickly learned to find daily things tedious, [01:]and familiar things importunate, [01:]that it has no great delight in the mere middle of the day, [01:]and feels weariness of the summer that has ceased to change visibly. [01:]The poetry of mere day and of late summer [01:]bees perceptible to mature eyes [01:]that have long ceased to be sated, [01:]have taken leave of weariness, [01:]and cannot now find anything in nature too familiar。 [