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Darkmage 发表于 2001-10-24 00:27

旧贴3/雷斯林语录和一些原作中的诗歌（英文）

"Am I a Solamnic knight, to concern myself with honor?" "I wanted to tell her that sometimes, in my long sleep, I dreamt of her." "Farewell, Revered Daughter. I need you no longer." "There is a difference between wisdom and intelligence, my brother. A person may have one without the other." "You are wise, Caramon. Did you know that?" "Farewell, my friends... And a long farewell it will be. Some of us are not destined to meet again in this world!" "No, my brother, where I go, you can not follow. Strong as you are, it would lead you to your death. We are finally as the gods meant us to be, Caramon- two whole people, and here our paths separate. You must learn to walk yours alone- or with those who might choose to walk it with you. Farewell, my brother." "I will be an accommodating guest, I assure you! I will not set the bed linens on fire, nor will I poison the well." "The half-elf comes to me for advice, not because I can see the future. I can't. I am no seer. He comes because I am able to think, which is something most of these other fools seem incapable of doing." "No one hears you...crying in the night, alone..." "Haven't you learned yet? I know! Put it at that. I paid for my knowledge in the Towers of High Sorcery. I paid for it with my body and very nearly my reason..." "Someday you - with all your strength and charm and good looks - you - all of you, will call me master!" "I see my appearance startles you." "Your brains are in your sword arm, brother." "You never did understand me, Caramon." "So dark. Endless darkness, eternal. It was not the absence of light that was so frightening as the absence of thought, of knowledge, of comprehension. Our lives, the lives of the living will go on. The sun shines, the moons rise, we will laugh and talk, and he will know nothing, feel nothing. Nothing. So final. It will come to us all. It will come to me." "All my life, I was my own person. The choices I made, I made of my own free will. I was never held in thrall by anyone or anything; not even the Queen of Darkness herself! Bow to others in reverence and respect, but never in slavery!" "Tanis, the constellations... gone! The constellation known as the Queen of Darkness and the one called Valiant Warrior. Both gone. She has come to Krynn, Tanis, and he has come to fight her. All the evil rumors we have heard are true. War, death, destruction!" "I choose love." "Of course this means a lot to me, Caramon. It means everything! I have worked and studied almost my entire life for this chance. What would you have me do-cast it aside because it is dangerous? Life is dangerous, Caramon. Just stepping out that door is dangerous! You cannot hide me from danger. Death floats in the air, creeps through the window, comes in with the hand-shake of a stranger. If we stop living because we fear death then we have already died." I have committed enough sins in this world. To teach a kender magic would insure my damnation!" "I used her. What of the way she used me? We were two of a kind, just clad in different color clothes." "I have dreamed of it...for so long... We will go home, Nephew. I want to go home." "I don't need you! I don't want you around! Go ahead! Play with those fools! You're all a pack of fools together! I don't need any of you!" "I made love to a beautiful woman and I didn't know it. Just my luck." "I will do this. Nothing in my life matters except this. No moment of my life exists except this moment. I am born in this moment, and if I fail, I will die in this moment." "This is not coexistence. It is blindness." "I see... a man... who is not dying..." "My queen..... it is your move." "Without the magic, there could be no future." "If you even so much as look at my spellbooks sideways, I will turn you into a cricket and swallow you whole!" "They're ignorant." "My brother, Caramon, told me the legend, of how a mysterious woman seduced me, bore away my seed within her, and cast on me a magic spell of forgetfulness. I did not believe it. What magic exists that could be powerful enough to banish the knowledge from my heart that I had once been loved? Not even death can do so much." "I like the feeling of magic inside me. And someday fat innkeepers will bow to me." "I have committed enough sins in this world. To teach a kender magic would insure my damnation!" "...I break the silence now because I want the facts known. If I am to be judged by those who come after me, let me be judged by the truth." "Nothing is the matter, my brother! Nothing in the world is the matter! For once, everything is right." "I will be an accommodating guest, I assure you! I will not set the bed linens on fire, nor will I poison the well." "I will do this. Nothing in my life matters except this. No moment of my life exists except this moment. I am born in this moment, and if I fail, I will die in this moment." "Death is life's one great certainty." =========================================== Raistlin's Farewell Caramon, the gods have tricked the world In absences, in gifts, and all of us Are housed within their cruelties. The wit That was our heritage, they lodged in me, Enough to see all the differences: the light In Tika's eye when she looks elsewhere, The tremble in Laurana's voice when she Speaks to Tanis, and the graceful sweep Of Goldmoon's hair at Riverwind's approach. They look at me, and even with your mind I could discern the difference. Here I sit, A body frail as bones.         In return The gods teach us compassion, teach us mercy, That compensation. Sometimes they succeed, For I have felt the hot spit of injustice Turn through those too weak to fight their brothers For sustenance or love, and in that feeling The pain lulled and diminished to a glow, I pitied as you pitied, and in that Rose above the weakest of the litter. You, my brother, in your thoughtless grace, That special world in which the sword arm spins The wild arc of ambition and the eye Gives flawless guidance to the flawless hand, You cannot follow me, cannot observe The landscape of cracked mirrors in the soul, The aching hollowness in sleight of hand. And yet you love me, simple as the rush And balance of our blindly mingled blood, Or as a hot sword arching through the snow: It is the mutual need that puzzles you, The deep complexity lodged in the veins. Wild in the dance of battle, when you stand, A shield before your brother, it is then Your nourishment arises from the heart Of all my weaknesses.         When I am gone, Where will you find the fullness of your blood? Backed in the heart's loud tunnels?             I have heard The Queen's soft lullaby, Her serenade And call to battle mingling in the night; This music calls me to my quiet throne Deep in Her senseless kingdom.             Dragonlords Thought to bring the darkness into light, Corrupt it with the mornings and the moons-- In balance is all purity destroyed, But in voluptuous darkness lies the truth, The final, graceful dance.             But not for you: You cannot follow me into the night, Into the maze of sweetness. For you stand Cradled by the sun, in solid lands, Expecting nothing, having lost your way Before the road became unspeakable. It is beyond explaining, and the words Will make you stumble. Tanis is your friend, My little orphan, and he will explain Those things he glimpses in the shadow's path, For he knew Kitiara and the shine Of the dark moon upon her darkest hair, And yet he cannot threaten, for the night Breathes in a moist wind on my waiting face. =============================================== Canticle of the Dragon Hear the sage as his song descends like heaven's rain or tears, and washes the years, the dust of the many stories from the High Tale of the Dragonlance. For in ages deep, past memory and word, in the first blush of the world when the three moons rose from the lap of the forest, dragons, terrible and great, made war on this world of Krynn. Yet out of the darkness of dragons, out of our cries for light in the blank face of the black moon soaring, a banked light flared in Solamina, a knight of truth and power, who called down the gods themselves and forged the mighty Dragonlance, piercing the soul of dragonkind, driving the shade of their wings from the brightening shores of Krynn. Thus Huma, Knight of Solamina, Lightbringer; First Lancer; followed his light to the foot of the Khalkist Mountains, to the stone feet of the gods, to the crouched silence of the their temple. He called down the Lancemakers, he took on their unspeakable power to crush the unspeakable evil, to thrust the coiling darkness back down the tunnel of the dragon's throat. Paladine, the Great God of Good, shone at the side of Huma, strengthening the lance of his strong right arm, and Huma, ablaze in a thousand moons, banished the Queen of Darkness, banished the swarm of her shrieking hosts back to the senseless kingdom of death, where their curses swooped upon nothing and nothing deep below the brightening land. Thus ended in thunder the Age of Dreams and began the Age of Might, When Istar, kingdom of light and truth, arose in the east, where minarets of white and gold spired to the sun and to the sun's glory, announcing the passing evil, and Istar, who mothered and cradled the long summers of good, shone like a meteor in the white skies of just. Yet in the fullness of sunlight the Kingpriest of Istar saw shadows: At night he saw the trees as things with daggers, the streams blackened and thickened under the silent moon. He searched books for the paths of Huma, for scrolls, signs, and spells so that he, too, might summon the gods, might find their aid in his holy aims, might purge the world of sin. Then came the time of dark and death as the gods turned from the world. A mountain of fire crashed like a comet through Istar, the city split like a skull in the flames, mountains burst from once-fertile valleys, seas poured into the graves of mountains, the deserts sighed on abandoned floors of the seas, the highways of Krynn erupted and became the paths of the dead. Thus began the Age of Despair. The roads were tangled. The winds and the sandstorms dwelt in the husks of cities. The plains and mountains became our home. As the old gods lost their power, we called to the blank sky into the cold, dividing gray to the ears of new gods. The sky is calm, silent, unmoving. We have yet to hear their answer. ======================================= Song of the Nine Heroes From the north came danger, as we knew it would: In the vanguard of winter, a dragon's dance Unraveled the land, until out of the forest, Out of the plains they came, from the mothering earth, The sky unreckoned before them. Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story. One from a garden of stone arising, From the dwarf-halls, from weather and wisdom, Where the heart and mind ride unquestioned In the untapped vein of the hand. In his fathering arms, the spirit gathered. Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story. One from a haven of breezes descending, Light in the handling air, To the waving meadows, the kender's country, Where grain out of smallness arises itself To grow green and golden and green again. Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story. The next from the plains, the long land's keeping, Nurtured in distance, horizons of nothing. Bearing a staff she came, and a burden Of mercy and light converged in her hand: Bearing the wounds of the world, she came. Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story. The next from the plains, in the moon's shadow, Through custom, through ritual, trailing the moon Where her phases, her wax and her wane, controlled The tide of his blood, and his warrior's hand Ascended through hierarchies of space into light. Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story. One within absences, known by departures, The dark swordsmen at the heart of the fire: Her glories the space between words, The cradlesong recollected in age, Recalled at the edge of awakening and thought, Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story. One in the heart of honor, formed by the sword, By the centuries' flight of the kingfisher over the land, By Solamina ruined and risen, rising again When the heart ascends into duty. As it dances, the sword is forever an heirloom. Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story. The next in a simple light a brother of darkness, Letting the sword hand try all subtleties, Even the intricate webs of the heart. His thoughts Are pools disrupted in changing wind-- He cannot see their bottom. Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story. The next the leader, half-elven, betrayed As the twining blood pulls asunder the land, The forests, the worlds of elves and men. Called into bravery, but fearing for love, And fearing that, called into both, he does nothing. Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story. The last from the darkness, breathing the night Where abstract stars hide a nest of words, Where the body endures the wound of numbers, Surrendered to knowledge, until, unable to bless, His blessing falls on the low, the benighted. Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story. Joined by others they were in the telling: A graceless girl, graced beyond graces; A princess of seeds and saplings, called to the forest; An ancient weaver of accidents; Nor can we say who the story will gather. Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story. From the north came danger, as we knew it would: In encampments of winter, the dragon's sleep Has settled the land, but out of the forest, Out of the plains they come, from the mothering earth Defining the sky before them. Nine they were, under the three moons, Under the autumn twilight: As the world declined, they arose Into the heart of the story.

I2wby 发表于 2008-2-13 16:36

强!希望你能教导我!

Deathhush 发表于 2008-2-13 18:02

这坑挖的...

现在来看，这句还是挺湿的

"No, my brother, where I go, you can not follow. Strong as you are, it would lead you to your death. We are finally as the gods meant us to be, Caramon- two whole people, and here our paths separate. You must learn to walk yours alone- or with those who might choose to walk it with you. Farewell, my brother."这

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重见云 发表于 2008-2-15 16:35

真fucking长

egnahc 发表于 2008-8-16 01:29

很感动，很喜欢雷斯林，实用主义者

cororisa 发表于 2008-8-27 22:29

偶的QQ签名很虔诚地写……

What magic exists that could be powerful enough to banish the knowledge from my heart that I had once been loved? Not even death can do so much....

——Raistlin

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旧贴3/雷斯林语录和一些原作中的诗歌（英文）