Kylin 的LOR读书笔记英文版 （其实就是摘抄）
在看第二遍书时开始仔细留心了其中的语言，作者作为一位语言专家，其文笔的优美就无须在下赘述了。情不自禁地边读边摘抄，想是对英文能力的提高也该有些许帮助吧。愿意贴上来与大人们分享，虽然由于主观的原因，以下将要列出的不一定都能入眼，但相信总有一些能再次勾起我们对那段故事的回忆。这里只是原书的第一本（The Fellowship of the Ring）中的内容, 第二、三部整理完再贴。<br>PS: 个人尤其喜欢46 Bilbo的那首送别诗和61 – 74 对Lorien的森林和精灵们的描写，美丽又感伤，对时光流逝与聚散离合的感触又深了一层。不知大人们的看法是？<br><br><br> The Lord of the Rings<br> Book I<br>1. Time wore on, but it seemed to have little effect on Mr. Baggins. At ninety-nine they began to call him well-preserved; but unchanged would have been nearer the mark…It have to be paid for.<br>2. That very month was September, and as fine as you could ask.<br>3. “Very well, It is no good saying any more. Stick to your plan and I hope it will turn out for the best, for you, and for all of us.<br>4. Hobbiton post-office was blocked, and the Bywater post-office was snowed under, and voluntary assistant postmen men were called for. There was a constant stream of them going up the Hill, carry hundreds of polite variations on Thank you, I shall certainly come.<br>5. Out flew a red-golden dragon – not life-size, but terribly life-like.<br>6. First of all, to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all, and that eleventy-one years is too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable.<br>7. “But I saw her some time ago, with a face that would have curdled new milk.” “She had already nearly curdled me.”<br>8. “At once!” cried Frodo. “Why, I thought you were staying on for at least a week. I was looking forward to your help.”<br>9. “Oh, they’re both cracked,” said Ted. “Leastwise old Bilbo was cracked, and Frodo is cracking.”<br>10. The sun was down, and a cool pale evening was quietly fading into night.<br>11. “A mortal, Frodo, who keeps one of the Great Rings, does not die, but he does not from or obtain more life, he merely continues, until at last every minute is a weariness. And if he often uses the Ring to make himself invisible, he fades. He becomes in the end invisible permanently, and walk in the twilight under the eye of the dark power that rules the Rings to begin with, but neither strength nor good purpose will last – sooner or later the da4rk power will devour him.”<br>12. Always after a defeat and a respite, the Shadow takes another shape and grows again.” “I hope it need not have happened in my time.” Said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”<br>13. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.<br>14. Home is behind, the world ahead, / And there are many paths to tread / through shadows to the edge of night, / Until the stars are all alight. / Then world behind and home ahead,/ We’ll wander back to home and bed. / Mist and twilight, cloud and shade, / Away shall fade! Away shall fade! Fire and lamp, and meat and bread / And then to bed! And then to bed!<br>15. They passed slowly, and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair and in their eyes. They bore no lights, yet as they walked a shimmer, like the light of moon above the rim of the hills before it rises, seemed to fall about their feet.<br>16. He drained a cup that was filled with fragrant draught, cool as a clear fountain, golden as a summer afternoon.<br>17. “I cannot imagine what information could be more terrifying than your hints and warnings,” exclaimed Frodo, “I knew that danger lay ahead, of course; but I did not expect to meet it in our own Shire. Can’t a hobbit walk from the Water to the River in peace?” “ But it is not your own Shire,” said Gildor. “Others dwelt here before hobbits were; and others will dwell here again when hobbits are no more. The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.<br>18. “Go not to the Elves for counsels for they will say both no and yes.” “Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.”<br>19. “They seem a bit above my likes and dislikes, so to speak. It doesn’t seem to matter what I think about them. They are quite different from what I expected – so old and young, and so gay and sad, as it were.”<br>20. Suddenly he produced a large basket from under the seat. “I was nearly forgetting,” he said. “Mrs. Maggot put this up for Mr. Baggins, with her compliments.” He handed it down and moved off, followed by a chorus of thanks and good-nights. They watched the pale rings of light round his lantens as they dwindled into the foggy night. Suddenly Frodo laughed: from the covered basket he held, the scent of mushrooms was rising.<br>21. “My dear and most beloved hobbits!” said Frodo deeply moved. “But I could not allow it. I decided that long ago, too. You speak of danger, but you do not understand. This is no treasure-hunt, no there-and-back journey. I am flying from deadly peril into deadly peril.”<br>22. “It all depends on what you want,” put in Merry. “ You can trust us to stick t you through stick and thin – to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours – closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyway: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid – but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.”<br>23. It was now as clear and far-seen as it had been veiled and misty when they stood upon the knoll in the Forest, which could now be seen rising pale and green out of the dark trees in the West. In that direction the land rose in wooded ridges, green, yellow, russet under the sun, beyond which lay hidden the valley of the Brandywine. To the South, over the line of the Withywindle, there was a distant glint like pale glass where the Brandywien River made a great loop in the lowlands and flowed away out of the knowledge of the hobbits. Northward beyond the dwindling green and pale earth-colours, until it faded into a featureless and shadowy distance. Eastward the Barrow-downs rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into a guess: it was no more than a guess of blue and a remote white glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of memory and old tale, of the high and distant mountains.<br>24. Off he went at last, and left them feeling rather breathless. He seemed capable of an endless stream of talk, however busy he might be. <br>25. Good plain food, as good as the Shire could show, and homelike enough to dispel the last of Sam’s misgivings (already much relieved by the excellence of the beer).<br>26. “He is here with my leave,” said Frodo. “He came to offer me his help.” “Well, you know your own business, maybe,” said Mr. Butterbur, looking suspiciously at Strider. “But if I was in your plight, I wouldn’t take up with a Ranger.” “Then who would you take up with?” asked Strider. “A fat innkeeper who only remembers his own name because people shout it at him all day?”<br>27. Do not use It again, not for any reason whatever! Do not travel by night! All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.<br>28. But handsome is as handsome does, as we say in the Shire.<br>29. “That you are a stout fellow,” answered Strider; “but I am afraid my only answer to you, Sam Gamgee, is this. If I had killed the real Strider, I could kill you. And I should have killed you already without so much talk. If I was after the Ring, I could have it – NOW! … “But I am the real Strider, fortunately,” he said, looking down at them with his face softened by a sudden smile. “I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.”<br>30. “Maybe,” muttered Sam. “It is also as good a way of saying ‘here we are’ as I can think of, bar shouting.”<br>31. At first he thought that he had slept late, after a long unpleasant dream that still hovered on the edge of memory. <br>32. “Yes, fortune or fate have helped you,” said Gandalf, “not to mention courage. For your heart was not touched, and only your shoulder was pierced; and that was because you resisted to the last. But it was a terribly narrow shave, so to speak.<br>33. Frodo was now safe in the Last Homely House east of the Sea. That house was, as Bilbo had long ago reported, “a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all”. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness, fear, and sadness.<br>34. The face of Elrond was ageless, neither old nor young, though in it was written the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful. His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars. Venerable he seemed as a king crowned with many winters, and yet hale as a tried warrior in the fullness of his strength. He was the Lord of Rivendell and might among both Elves and Men.<br>35. “Welcome and well met!” said the dwarf, turning towards him. Then he actually rose from his seat and bowed. “Golin at your service,” he said, and bowed still lower. “Frodo Baggins at your service and your family’s,” said Frodo correctly, rising in surprise and scattering his cushions.<br>36. Almost it seemed that he words took shape, and imagined opened out before him; and the firelit hall became like a golden mist above seas of foam that sighed upon the margins of the world. Then the enchantment became more and more dreamlike, until he felt that an endless river of swelling gold and silver was flowing over him, too multitudinous for its pattern to be comprehended; it became part of the throbbing air about him, and it drenched and drowned him. Swiftly he sank under its shining weight into a deep realm of sleep.<br>37. To sheep other sheep no doubt appear different,” laughed Lindir. “Or to shepherds.”<br>38. He watched the pale, cool sun rise above the far mountains, and shine down, slanting through the thin silver mist; the dew upon the yellow leaves was glimmering, and the woven nets of gossamer twinkled on every bush.<br>39. The light of the clear autumn morning was now glowing in the valley. The noise of bubbling waters came up from the foaming river-bed. Birds were singing, and a wholesome peace lay on the land.<br>40. “Fruitless did I call the victory of the Last Alliance? Not wholly so, yet it did not achieve it end. Sauron was diminished, but not destroyed. His Ring was lost but not unmade. The Dark Tower was broken, but its foundations were not removed; for they were made with the power of the Ring, and while it remains they will endure. Many Elves and many mighty Men, and many of their friends, and perished in the war. Anarion was slain, and Isildur was slain; and Gil-falad and Elendil were no more. Never again shall there be any such league of Elves and Men; for Men multiply and the Firstborn decrease, and the two kindreds are estranged. And ever since that day the race of Numenor has decayed, and the span of their years has lessened.<br>41. “In this evil hour I have come on an errand over many dangerous leagues to Elrond: a hundred and ten days I have journeyed all alone. But I do not seek allies in war. The might of Elrond is in wisdom not in weapon, it is said.”<br>42. “ ‘Butterbur they call him,’ thought I. ‘If this delay was his fault, I will melt all the butter in him. I will roast the old fool over a slow fire.’ He expected no less, and when he saw my face he fell down flat and began to melt on the spot.”<br>43. “We know not for certain,” answered Elrond sadly. “Some hope that the Three Rings, which Sauron has never touched, would then become free, and their rulers might heal the hurts of the world that he has wrought. But maybe when the One has gone, the Three will fail, and many fair things will fade and be forgotten. That is my belief.”<br>44. “I think that this task is appointed for you, Frodo; and that if you do not find a way, no one will. This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck?”<br>45. “That’s what I meant,” said Pippin. “We hobbits ought to stick together, and we will. I shall go, unless they chain me up. There must be someone with intelligence in the party.” “Then you certainly will not be chosen, Peregrin Took!”<br>46. I sit beside the fire and think / of all that I have seen, / of meadow-flowers and butterflies / in summers that have been; // Of yellow leaves and gossamer / in autumns that there were, / with morning mist and silver sun / and wind upon my hair. // I sit beside the fire and think / of how the world will be / when winter comes without a spring / that I shall ever see. // For still there are so many things / that I have never seen: / in every wood in every spring / there is a different green. / I sit beside the fire and think / of people long ago, / and people who will see a world / that I shall ever know. // But all the while I sit and think / of times there were before, / I listen for returning feet / and voices at the door.<br>47. The stay in Rivendell had worked a great wonder of change on him: he was glossy and seemed to have the vigor of youth. It was Sam who had insisted on choosing him, declaring that Bill (as he called him) would pine, if he did not come. “That animal can nearly talk,” he said, “and would talk, if he stayed here much longer. He gave me a look as plain as Mr. Pippin could speak it: if you don’t let me go with you, Sam, I’ll follow on my own.”<br>48. “Much evil must befall a country before it wholly forgets the Elves, if once they dwelt there.” “That is true,” said Legolas. “But the Elves of this land were of a race strange to us of the silvan folk, and the trees and the grass do not now remember them. Only I hear the stones lament them: deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone. They are gone. They sought the Havens long ago.”<br>49. A fair jaw-cracker dwarf-language must be!<br>50. Legolas watched them for a while with a smile upon his lips, and then he turned to the other. “The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf or over snow – an Elf.”<br>51. “I have not brought the Sun. She is waling in the blue fields of the South, and a little wreath of snow on this Redhorn hillock troubles her not at all. But I have brought back a gleam of good hope for those who are doomed to go on feet. There is the greatest wind-drift of all just beyond the turn, and there our Strong Men were almost buried. They despaired, until I returned and told them hat the drift was little wider than a wall. And on the other side the snow suddenly grows less, while further down it is no more than a white coverlet to cool a hobbit’s toes.”<br>52. There was a roar and a crackle, and the tree above him burst into a leaf and bloom of blinding flame. The fire leapt from tree-top to tree-top. The whole hill was crowned with dazzling light. The swords and knives of the defenders shone and flickered. The last arrow of Legolas kindled in the air as it flew, and plunged burning into the heart of a great wolf-chieftain. All the others fled.<br>53. Pippin sat miserably by the door in the pitch dark; but he kept on turning round, fearing that some unknown thing would crawl up out of the well. HE wished he could cover the hole, if only with a blanket, but he dared not move or go near it, even though Gandalf seemed to be asleep.<br>54. It was indeed a knigly gift. But now his thoughts had been carried away from the dark Mines, to Rivendell, to Bilbo, and to Bag End in the days while Bilbo was still there. He wished with all his heart that he was back there, and in those days, mowing the lawn, or pottering among the flowers, and that he had never heard of Moria, or mithril – or the Ring.<br>55. The Company of the Ring stood silent beside the tomb of Balin. Frodo thought of Bilbo and his long friendship with the dwarf, and of Balin’s visit to the Shire long ago. In that dusty chamber in the mountains it seemed a thousand years ago and on the other side of the world.<br>56. The Balrog made no answer. The fire in it seemed to die, but the darkness grew. It stepped forward slowly on to the bridge, and suddenly it drew itself up to a great height, and its wings were spread from wall to wall; but still Gandalf could be seen, glimmering in the gloom; he seemed small, and altogether alone: grey and bent, like a wizened tree before the onset of a storm.<br>57. “There lies the Mirrormere, deep Kheled-zaram!” said Gimli sadly. “I remember that he said: “May you have joy of the sight! But we cannot linger there.” Now long shall I journey ere I have joy again. It is I that must hasten sway, and he that must remain.”<br>58. Then slowly they saw the encircling mountains mirrored in a profound blue, and the peaks were like plumes of white flame above them; beyond there was a space of sky. There like jewels sunk in the deep shone glinting stars, though sunlight was in the sky above. Of their won stooping forms no shadow could be seen.<br>59. The silver corselet shimmered before his eyes like the light upon a rippling sea. The gems on it glittered like stars, and the sound of the shaken rings was like the tinkle of rain in a pool.<br>60. Day came pale from the East. As the light grew it filtered through the yellow leaves of the mallorn, and it seemed to the hobbits that the early sun of a cool summer’s morning was shining. Pale-blue sky peeped among the moving branches. Looking through an opening on the south side of the flet Frodo saw all the valley of the Silverlode lying like a sea of fallow gold tossing gently in the breeze.<br>61. The world is indeed full of peril, and in to there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.<br>62. It seemed to him that he had stepped over a bridge of time into a corner of the Elder Days, and was now walking in a world that was no more. In Rivendell there was memory of ancient things; in Lorien the ancient things still lived on in the waking world. Evil had been seen and heard there, sorrow had been known; the Elves feared and distrusted the world outside: wolves were howling on the wood’s borders: but on the land of Lorien no shadow lay.<br>63. It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no color but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lorien there was no stain.<br>64. Though he walked and breathed, and about him living leaves and flowers were stirred by the same cool wind s fanned his face, Frodo felt that he was in a timeless land that did not fade or change or fall into forgetfulness. When he had gone and passed again into the outer world, still Frodo the wanderer from the Shire would walk there, upon the grass among elanor and niphredil in fair Lothlorien<br>65. Beyond it was a deep fosse lost in soft shadow, but the grass upon its brink was green, as if it glowed still in memory of the sun that had gone. … Far away up on the hill they could hear the sound of singing falling from on high like soft rain upon leaves.<br>66. They were grave and beautiful. They were clad wholly in white; and the hair of the Lady was of deep gold, and the hair of the Lord Celeborn was of silver long and bright; but no sign of age was upon them, unless it were in the depths of their eyes; for these were keen as lances in the starlight, and yet profound, the wells of deep memory.<br>67. “For the lord of the Galadhrim is accounted the wisest of the Elves of Middle-earth, and a giver of gifts beyond the power of kings. He has dwelt in the West since the days of dawn, and I have dwelt with him years uncounted; for ere the fall of Nargothrond or Gondolin I passed over the mountains, and together through ages of the world we have fought the long defeat. … But even now there is hope left. I will not give you counsel, saying do this, or do that. For not in doing or contriving, nor in choosing between this course and another, can I avail; but only in knowing what was and is. And in part also what shall be.”<br>68. “Verily it is in the land of Lorien upon the finger of Galadriel that one of the Three remains. This is Nenya, the Ring of Adamant, and I am its keeper. … For if you fail, then we are laid bare to the Enemy. Yet if you succeed, then our power is diminished, and Lothlorien will fade, and the tides to Time will sweep it away. We must depart into to the West, or dwindle to a rustic folk of dell and cave, slowly to forget and to be forgotten.”<br>69. “In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!”<br>70. Frodo ate and drank little, heeding only the beauty of the Lady and her voice. She seemed no longer perilous or terrible, nor filled with hidden power. Already she seemed to him, as by men of later days Elves still at times are seen: present and yet remote, a living vision of that which has already been left far behind by the flowing streams of Time.<br>71. “Then I need say no more,” said Celeborn. “But do not despise the lore that has come down form distant years; for oft it may chance that old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know.”<br>72. “Then you may remember Galadriel, and catch a glimpse far off of Lorien, that you have seen only in our winter. For our spring and our summer are gone by, and they will never be seen on earth again save in memory.”<br>73. As they passed her they turned and their eyes watched her slowly floating away from them. For so it seemed the them: Lorien was slipping backward, like a bright ship masted with enchanted trees, sailing on to forgotten shore, while they sat helpless upon the margin of the grey and leafless world.<br>74. “Time does not tarry ever,” Legolas said, “but change and growth is not in all things and places alike. For Elves the world moves, and it moves both very swift and very slow. Swift, because they themselves change little, and all else fleets by: it is a grief to them. Slow, because they do not count the running years, not for themselves. The passing seasons are but ripples ever repeated in the long long stream. Yet beneath the Sun all things must wear to an end at last.” <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://localhost/ipb/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->Y ou've always talked about the times.Both mortal and immortal have their way of living ;"everything beneth the sun has its end""we must think about what we could do with the time that left us",right? So ,just enjoy your time,enjoy your life.I'm always say that.Our life can also be swift and slow.Swift,becasue time goes as the passing train,man may become old within ten minutes;yet our life is slow,because there are things ,happy or not,need us to remember,to recall. 其中这一句是名句啊：<br>"...in every wood in every spring ,<br>there is a different green." <br><br>还有很多好诗，比如<br>"To the sea", <br>Song of Durin, <br>Farewell to Lorien :<br> 'But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me, <br> What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?',<br>Lament for Boromir,<br>"Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea!",<br>Ents' song（可以做情诗）:<br> 'When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;<br> When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;<br> When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain<br> I'll look for thee, and call to thee; I'll come to thee again!',<br>还有：<br> 'Cold be hand and heart and bone,<br> and cold be sleep under stone:<br> never more to wake on stony bed,<br> never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.<br> In the black wind the stars shall die,<br> and still on gold here let them lie,<br> till the dark lord lifts his hand<br> over dead sea and withered land.'<br><br>都很好啊。 最适合做情诗的还是这首星辰之后的，已经被同人女用到烂了~笑死~~~~~<br><br>A Elbereth Gilthoniel,<br>silivren penna mriel<br>o menel aglar elenath!<br>Na-chaered palan-driel<br>o galadhremmin ennorath,<br>Fanuilos, le linnathon<br>nef aear, si nef aearon! "The history of Middle-earth" - The Book of Lost Tales 1<br><br>The Little House Of Lost Play<br><br>A poem so plain but touching. Can feel vividly the warmth and love that Tolkien was harbouring when he wrote down these words. A romantic explanation of deja vu. 七十多段原文看下来大人们没被屏闪晃晕吧？:D 真没想到会有人回帖，这下在下也有了将来整理出二、三后继续抛砖的胆量。原以为smashing帮主关于删帖的第六条会用在在下身上哪:p 真诚希望诸位把读书时感动了自己的好句贴上来。<br><br>P.S. 那个wanderer大人，好奇问一句，您的注册日期和初发帖的日期间隔好象很大的样子…… To Kylin: I am too lazy. A little bit embarrassed for making no contributions to this board. <!--emo&:o--><img src='http://localhost/ipb/html/emoticons/ohmy.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='ohmy.gif'><!--endemo--> Just like a vulture who always get but never give.<!--emo&:P--><img src='http://localhost/ipb/html/emoticons/tongue.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='tongue.gif'><!--endemo-->页:
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