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ACIS AND GALATEA (a Greek myth) ..... 欣賞故事．練習詩文 摘自 天下文壇 畢泠 2004-11-30 20:41 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl .....．欣賞故事．練習詩文． ..... 歡迎大家一起來寫故事，作詩、填 詞 ....... [b:58cf405724]ACIS AND GALATEA (a Greek myth)[/b:58cf405724] [color=blue:58cf405724]adapted by Amy Friedman and illustrated by Jillian Gilliland[/color:58cf405724] Once upon a time, long ago, on the rocky coast of Sicily lived a Cyclops named Polyphemus. Son of the sea god Poseidon, he was a monstrous creature. In the center of his giant forehead was one great eye, but that was not the worst of his traits. He was a hairy brute, and his manner was even rougher than his looks. No men and no gods chose to keep his company, and so his loneliness and fury increased. He wandered the cliffs along the sea, leading his flocks of sheep and goats, and became the terror of the shores. No stranger could escape his harm. He attacked every ship that passed those shores. And then one day something astonishing happened. Polyphemus caught sight of the lovely sea nymph Galatea, and the moment he saw her, he fell madly in love. His love was as passionate and huge as was his fury and beastliness. From that day on, he became consumed with seeking the love of the nymph. But Galatea's heart belonged to another, a handsome young shepherd called Acis, son of Pan. He was a sweet and humble young man, loved by his father and mother, by his flocks and by all who knew him. But no one loved him as deeply as did Galatea. And as much as Galatea loved this youth, she hated the Cyclops, Polyphemus. But Polyphemus was determined to win Galatea's love, and to this end, he forgot all his hatred and hunger for blood. He ignored his flocks and paid little attention to the caverns he had for so long haunted. He disdained the great hunks of cheese and vats of milk he once had hoarded. He began, for the first time in his life, to attend to his looks. With a rake, he combed his coarse hair, and he cut his beard with a sickle. Then he looked at his reflection in the sea and studied his features. He smiled. "I am not so horrible," he said. Now the coast of Sicily was different, for no longer did the Cyclops attack every ship that dared to land. Polyphemus did not dream of plunder and blood, but only of his beloved. His one eye glazed over and looked dreamy as he wandered the shore, leaving gigantic footprints in the sand. One day he climbed a high promontory that jutted out into the sea. Gazing out to sea, he laid down the staff he carried, a staff that once had been the mast of a giant sailing ship. His sheep and goats wandered the hillsides, no longer subject to his guidance. He stared dreamily for a long while, and then he began to play upon his pipes, which he had made out of a hundred reeds. The music echoed off the cliffs surrounding him and off the surface of the placid sea. Everywhere people heard the mournful sound of those pipes. Everyone heard, including Galatea and Acis, who sat together hidden in a shallow cave. When Galatea heard the sound, she froze. "It is the giant. He will never give up," she said to her sweet Acis. And then, a moment later, it was her name she heard echoing everywhere. "Galatea," the Cyclops called to the great emptiness stretching before him, "you are lovelier than any flower that blooms in this whole land. You are as smooth as the seashells polished by ocean waves. Galatea, you are as bright and gentle as the moon, as warm as the sunshine that bears down on the world. You are sweeter than grapes, softer than the fleece of my lambs. I love you, Galatea, and for you I will do anything, just to see your face, fresh as the autumn apples." Galatea hid her face against her beloved's neck. And Acis held her close and said, "The giant has become a poet." She shook her head as the voice carried on. "Galatea, listen to me. You are as stubborn as my goats. You are tougher than the oaks that rise in our forests. You, my beloved, are sharper than the sickle I carry. You must not run from me, no matter how hard and cruel you may be. Come to me, and I will make you happy. I will keep you in my caves, protected from any harm. There you will feast upon any delicacy you wish, and everyone will bow down to you, for I will make you queen of the world." Then Polyphemus stood, and as he did, the surrounding cliffs shuddered under his mighty weight, and the mountain known as Aetna began to tremble. "Galatea," he cried, and every leaf fluttered in the violent wind of his breath. "My heart will burst wide open if you do not come to me!" Angry at the silence that answered his words, and furious that his beloved hid from him, he wandered along the shore. And then he spotted them. "You!" he roared, and the earth shook, and the waves at sea rose to great heights. Terrified, Galatea dived into the sea, and Acis turned to run away, but the Cyclops ripped off a piece of the mountainside and hurled it at the fleeing shepherd. Part of the rock caught the young man. He fell, and as he did, the rock buried him. Galatea watched from a distance, her heart broken. "No," she cried as she watched blood rise up from the earth that had buried her love. And with all her strength and will, she called on the power of the gods to bless that spot. Immediately the liquid that rose from the earth turned the color of tea, the color of a stream. Moments later, a tall, green reed appeared through a crack in the earth, and next, through this crack, a stream of water shot up. While Polyphemus watched, stunned by the sight, a river gushed from that crack and began to flow toward the sea. Forever afterward Galatea mourned her love, and always she told the tale of the giant who would later be blinded. And as for Acis, he became the river that flowed from the foot of Aetna to the sea, in tribute to the power of love. [b:58cf405724]COPYRIGHT 2003 UNIVERSAL PRESS SYNDICATE[/b:58cf405724] 天下文壇 天下文壇 畢泠 2004-11-30 20:41 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl |
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摘自 天下文壇 莫名 2004-11-30 23:07 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl George Frederick Handel composed an oratorio "Acis & Galatea". (Dame Joan Sutherland and Sir Peter Pears recorded it some forty years ago with the conductor Sir Adrian Boult for the record company DECCA.) 天下文壇 天下文壇 莫名 2004-11-30 23:07 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl |
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歌劇 摘自 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-00-01 04:25 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl 這是George Frederick Handel 歌劇版，大家也參考一下。歌詞就像詩一般呢，欣賞一下！ [b:5606326117]Georg Friedrich Handel[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]ACIS AND GALATEA[/b:5606326117] (c. 1718) [b:5606326117]A Serenata; or Pastoral Entertainment [/b:5606326117] Words by John Gay, Alexander Pope and John Hughes DRAMATIS PERSONAE Galatea (soprano) Acis (tenor) Damon (tenor) Polyphemus (bass) Chorus of Shepherds and Shepherdesses -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b:5606326117]1. Sinfonia[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]2. Chorus[/b:5606326117] Oh, the pleasure of the plains! Happy nymphs and happy swains, Harmless, merry, free and gay, Dance and sport the hours away. For us the zephyr blows, For us distills the dew, For us unfolds the rose, And flow'rs display their hue. For us the winters rain, For us the summers shine, Spring swells for us the grain, And autumn bleeds the wine. Oh, the pleasure. . . da capo. [b:5606326117]3. Accompagnato[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Galatea[/b:5606326117] Ye verdant plains and woody mountains, Purling streams and bubbling fountains, Ye painted glories of the field, Vain are the pleasures which ye yield; Too thin the shadow of the grove, Too faint the gales, to cool my love. [b:5606326117]4. Air[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Galatea[/b:5606326117] Hush, ye pretty warbling quire! Your thrilling strains Awake my pains, And kindle fierce desire. Cease your song, and take your flight, Bring back my Acis to my sight! Hush. . . da capo [b:5606326117]5. Air[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Acis[/b:5606326117] Where shall I seek the charming fair? Direct the way, kind genius of the mountains! O tell me, if you saw my dear! Seeks she the grove, or bathes in crystal fountains? Where. . . da capo [b:5606326117]6. Recitative[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Damon[/b:5606326117] Stay, shepherd, stay! See, how thy flocks in yonder valley stray! What means this melancholy air? No more thy tuneful pipe we hear. [b:5606326117]7. Air[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Damon[/b:5606326117] Shepherd, what art thou pursuing? Heedless running to thy ruin; Share our joy, our pleasure share, Leave thy passion till tomorrow, Let the day be free from sorrow, Free from love, and free from care! Shepherd. . . da capo [b:5606326117]8. Recitative[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Acis[/b:5606326117] Lo, here my love, turn, Galatea, hither turn thy eyes! See, at thy feet the longing Acis lies. [b:5606326117]9. Air[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Acis[/b:5606326117] Love in her eyes sits playing, And sheds delicious death; Love on her lips is straying, And warbling in her breath! Love on her breast sits panting And swells with soft desire; No grace, no charm is wanting, To set the heart on fire. Love in her eyes. . . da capo [b:5606326117]10. Recitative[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Galatea[/b:5606326117] Oh, didst thou know the pains of absent love, Acis would ne'er from Galatea rove. [b:5606326117]11. Air[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Galatea[/b:5606326117] As when the dove Laments her love, All on the naked spray; When he returns, No more she mourns, But loves the live-long day. Billing, cooing, Panting, wooing, Melting murmurs fill the grove, Melting murmurs, lasting love. As when. . . da capo [b:5606326117]12. Duet[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Galatea, Acis[/b:5606326117] Happy we! What joys I feel! What charms I see Of all youths/nymphs thou dearest boy/brightest fair! Thou all my bliss, thou all my joy! Happy. . . da capo [b:5606326117]13. Chorus[/b:5606326117] Wretched lovers! Fate has past This sad decree: no joy shall last. Wretched lovers, quit your dream! Behold the monster Polypheme! See what ample strides he takes! The mountain nods, the forest shakes; The waves run frighten'd to the shores: Hark, how the thund'ring giant roars! [b:5606326117]14. Accompagnato[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Polyphemus[/b:5606326117] I rage ?I melt ?I burn! The feeble god has stabb'd me to the heart. Thou trusty pine, Prop of my godlike steps, I lay thee by! Bring me a hundred reeds of decent growth To make a pipe for my capacious mouth; In soft enchanting accents let me breathe Sweet Galatea's beauty, and my love. [b:5606326117]15. Air[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Polyphemus[/b:5606326117] O ruddier than the cherry, O sweeter than the berry, O nymph more bright Than moonshine night, Like kidlings blithe and merry. Ripe as the melting cluster, No lily has such lustre; Yet hard to tame As raging flame, And fierce as storms that bluster! O ruddier. . . da capo [b:5606326117]16. Recitative[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Polyphemus[/b:5606326117] Whither, fairest, art thou running, Still my warm embraces shunning? Galatea The lion calls not to his prey, Nor bids the wolf the lambkin stay. [b:5606326117]Polyphemus[/b:5606326117] Thee, Polyphemus, great as Jove, Calls to empire and to love, To his palace in the rock, To his dairy, to his flock, To the grape of purple hue, To the plum of glossy blue, Wildings, which expecting stand, Proud to be gather'd by thy hand. [b:5606326117]Galatea[/b:5606326117] Of infant limbs to make my food, And swill full draughts of human blood! Go, monster, bid some other guest! I loathe the host, I loathe the feast. [b:5606326117]17. Air[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Polyphemus[/b:5606326117] Cease to beauty to be suing, Ever whining love disdaining. Let the brave their aims pursuing, Still be conqu'ring not complaining. Cease. . . da capo [b:5606326117]18. Air[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Damon[/b:5606326117] Would you gain the tender creature, Softly, gently, kindly treat her: Suff'ring is the lover's part. Beauty by constraint possessing You enjoy but half the blessing, Lifeless charms without the heart. Would you. . . da capo [b:5606326117]19. Recitative[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Acis[/b:5606326117] His hideous love provokes my rage. Weak as I am, I must engage! Inspir'd with thy victorious charms, The god of love will lend his arms. [b:5606326117]20. Air[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Acis[/b:5606326117] Love sounds th'alarm, And fear is a-flying! When beauty's the prize, What mortal fears dying? In defence of my treasure, I'd bleed at each vein; Without her no pleasure, For life is a pain. Love sounds. . . da capo [b:5606326117]21. Air[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Damon[/b:5606326117] Consider, fond shepherd, How fleeting's the pleasure, That flatters our hopes In pursuit of the fair! The joys that attend it, By moments we measure, But life is too little To measure our care. Consider. . . da capo [b:5606326117]22. Recitative[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Galatea[/b:5606326117] Cease, oh cease, thou gentle youth, Trust my constancy and truth, Trust my truth and pow'rs above, The pow'rs propitious still to love! [b:5606326117]23. Trio[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Galatea & Acis[/b:5606326117] The flocks shall leave the mountains, The woods the turtle dove, The nymphs forsake the fountains, Ere I forsake my love! Polyphemus Torture! fury! rage! despair! I cannot, cannot bear! [b:5606326117]Galatea & Acis[/b:5606326117] Not show'rs to larks so pleasing, Nor sunshine to the bee, Not sleep to toil so easing, As these dear smiles to me. [b:5606326117]Polyphemus[/b:5606326117] Fly swift, thou massy ruin, fly! Die, presumptuous Acis, die! [b:5606326117]24. Accompagnato[/b:5606326117] Acis Help, Galatea! Help, ye parent gods! And take me dying to your deep abodes. [b:5606326117]25. Chorus[/b:5606326117] Mourn, all ye muses! Weep, all ye swains! Tune, tune your reeds to doleful strains! Groans, cries and howlings fill the neighb'ring shore: Ah, the gentle Acis is no more! [b:5606326117]26. Solo & Chorus[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Galatea[/b:5606326117] Must I my Acis still bemoan, Inglorious crush'd beneath that stone? [b:5606326117]Chorus[/b:5606326117] Cease, Galatea, cease to grieve! Bewail not whom thou canst relieve. [b:5606326117]Galatea[/b:5606326117] Must the lovely charming youth Die for his constancy and truth? [b:5606326117]Chorus[/b:5606326117] Cease, Galatea, cease to grieve! Bewail not whom thou canst relieve; Call forth thy pow'r, employ thy art, The goddess soon can heal thy smart. [b:5606326117]Galatea[/b:5606326117] Say what comfort can you find? For dark despair o'erclouds my mind. [b:5606326117]Chorus[/b:5606326117] To kindred gods the youth return, Through verdant plains to roll his urn. [b:5606326117]27. Recitative[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Galatea[/b:5606326117] 'Tis done! Thus I exert my pow'r divine; Be thou immortal, though thou art not mine! [b:5606326117]28. Air[/b:5606326117] [b:5606326117]Galatea[/b:5606326117] Heart, the seat of soft delight, Be thou now a fountain bright! Purple be no more thy blood, Glide thou like a crystal flood. Rock, thy hollow womb disclose! The bubbling fountain, lo! it flows; Through the plains he joys to rove, Murm'ring still his gentle love. [b:5606326117]29. Chorus[/b:5606326117] Galatea, dry thy tears, Acis now a god appears! See how he rears him from his bed, See the wreath that binds his head. Hail! thou gentle murm'ring stream, Shepherds' pleasure, muses' theme! Through the plains still joy to rove, Murm'ring still thy gentle love. .......................................................................................................... Initially input by Pierre Degott ([email protected]); HTML conversion by Potharn Imre ([email protected]) :arrow: 天下文壇 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-00-01 04:25 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl |
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故事篇 摘自 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-00-01 04:33 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl 故事篇 ........ 同樣的故事，不同的寫法；欣賞一下！ [b:3730860721]Greek and Roman Mythology > Acis and Galatea [/b:3730860721] [b:3730860721]Acis and Galatea[/b:3730860721] Scylla was a fair virgin of Sicily, a favorite of the Sea-Nymphs. She had many suitors, but repelled them all, and would go to the grotto of Galatea, and tell her how she was persecuted. One day the goddess, while Scylla dressed her hair, listened to the story, and then replied, "Yet, maiden, your persecutors are of the not ungentle race of men, whom if you will you can repel; but I, the daughter of Nereus, and protected by such a band of sisters, found no escape from the passion of the Cyclops but in the depths of the sea;" and tears stopped her utterance, which when the pitying maiden had wiped away with her delicate finger, and soothed the goddess, "Tell me, dearest," said she, "the cause of your grief." Galatea then said, "Acis was the son of Faunus and a Naiad. His father and mother loved him dearly, but their love was not equal to mine. For the beautiful youth attached himself to me alone, and he was just sixteen years old, the down just beginning to darken his cheeks. As much as I sought his society, so much did the cyclops seek mine; and if you ask me whether my love for Acis or my hatred for Polyphemus was the stronger, I cannot tell you; they were in equal measure. Oh, Venus, how great is thy power! This fierce giant, the terror of the woods, whom no hapless stranger escaped unharmed, who defied even Jove himself, learned to feel what love was, and touched with a passion for me, forgot his flocks and his well-stored caverns. Then, for the first time, he began to take some care of his appearance, and to try to make himself agreeable; he harrowed those coarse locks of his with a comb, and mowed his beard with a sickle, looked at his harsh features in the water, and composed his countenance. His love of slaughter, his fierceness and thirst of blood prevailed no more, and ships that touched at his island went away in safety. He paced up and down the sea-shore, imprinting huge tracks with his heavy tread, and, when weary, lay tranquilly in his cave. "There is a cliff which projects into the sea, which washes it on either side. Thither one day the huge Cyclops ascended, and sat down while his flocks spread themselves around. Laying down his staff which would have served for a mast to hold a vessel's sail, and taking his instrument, compacted of numerous pipes, he made the hills and the waters echo the music of his song. I lay hid under a rock, by the side of my beloved Acis, and listened to the distant strain. It was full of extravagant praises of my beauty, mingled with passionate reproaches of my coldness and cruelty. "When he had finished he rose up, and like a raging bull, that cannot stand still, wandered off into the woods. Acis and I thought no more of him, till on a sudden he came to a spot which gave him a view of us as we sat. 'I see you,' he exclaimed, 'and I will make this the last of your love-meetings.' His voice was a roar such as an angry Cyclops alone could utter. AEtna trembled at the sound. I, overcome with terror, plunged into the water. Acis turned and fled, crying, 'Save me, Galatea, save me, my parents!" The Cyclops pursued him, and tearing a rock from the side of the mountain hurled it at him. Though only a corner of it touched him it overwhelmed him. "All that fate left in my power I did for Acis. I endowed him with the honors of his grandfather the river-god. The purple blood flowed out from under the rock, but by degrees grew paler and looked like the stream of a river rendered turbid by rains, and in time it became clear. The rock cleaved open, and the water, as it gushed from the chasm, uttered a pleasing murmur." Thus Acis was changed into a river, and the river retains the name of Acis. .................................................................................................................. :arrow: 天下文壇 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-00-01 04:33 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl |
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