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王蕴茹

王蕴茹,天津人。 毕业后留校,任外文系英专教授。 常耀信夫人。 定居美国 关岛

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1960年代

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分组毕业照前排右起第二人为王蕴茹, 1965

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常耀信王蕴茹在巴基斯坦首都 70年代中期周总理所植友谊树前

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常耀信王蕴茹70年代中期在阿富汗首都郊区

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常耀信王蕴茹在关岛 太平洋海滨
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常耀信王蕴茹和女儿常燕1995年在太平洋海滨

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常耀信王蕴茹1995年在太平洋海滨

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王蕴茹杨俊起常耀信,2001年7月8日于杨俊起家

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右一为王蕴茹 2008年6月

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英语泛读教材选》(主编之一)

美国文学选读》 (编者之一。主编 李宜燮 常耀信)

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English Poet Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967)

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Siegfried Sassoon in 1916
(This photo has been released into the public domain 
by the copyright holder)

Siegfried Loraine Sassoon (1886 – 1967) was an English poet and author. He became known as a writer of satirical anti-war verse during World War I. He later won acclaim for his prose work.

Sassoon was born at Weirleigh (which still stands) in Matfield, Kent, to a Jewish father and an Anglo-Catholic mother. His father, Alfred Ezra Sassoon (1861-1895), came from the wealthy Iraqi Baghdadi Jewish Sassoon merchant family but was disinherited for marrying outside the faith. His mother, Theresa, belonged to the Thornycroft family, sculptors responsible for many of the best-known statues in London—her brother was Sir Hamo Thornycroft. There was no German ancestry in Sassoon's family; he owed his unusual first name to his mother's predilection for the operas of Wagner. His middle name was taken from the surname of a clergyman with whom she was friendly.

Sassoon was educated at The New Beacon Preparatory School, Kent, Marlborough College in Wiltshire (at Cotton House, Marlborough College), and at Clare College, Cambridge, (of which he was made an honorary fellow in 1953) where he studied both law and history from 1905 to 1907. However, he dropped out of university without a degree and spent the next few years hunting, playing cricket and privately publishing a few volumes of not very highly acclaimed poetry. His income was just enough to prevent his having to seek work, but not enough to live extravagantly. His first real success was The Daffodil Murderer, a parody of The Everlasting Mercy by John Masefield, published in 1913 under the pseudonym of "Saul Kain".

On 11 November 1985, Sassoon was among sixteen Great War poets commemorated on a slate stone unveiled in Westminster Abbey's Poet's Corner. The inscription on the stone was written by friend and fellow War poet Wilfred Owen. It reads: "My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity."

  A Mystic As Soldier 
by Siegfried Sasson
I lived my days apart, 
Dreaming fair songs 
for God; 
By the glory in my heart 
Covered and crowned and shod. 

Now God is in the strife,
And I must seek Him there, 
Where death outnumbers life, 
And fury smites the air. 

I walk the secret way 
With anger in my brain.

O music through my clay, 
When will you sound again?

The Dreamers 
by Siegfried Sassoon
  Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land,
Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.
In the great hour of destiny they stand,
Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows.
Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win
Some flaming, fatal climax with their lives.
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin
They think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.

I see them in foul dug-outs, gnawed by rats,
And in the ruined trenches, lashed with rain,
Dreaming of things they did with balls and bats,
And mocked by hopeless longing to regain
Bank-holidays, and picture shows, and spats,
And going to the office in the train. 

The Dug-out 
by Siegfried Sassoon
  Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled, 
And one arm bent across your sullen, cold, 
Exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you, 
Deep-shadowed from the candle's guttering gold; 
And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder; 
Drowsy, you mumble and sigh and turn your head...
You are too young to fall asleep for ever; 
And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.

Suicide in the Trenches 
by Siegfried Sassoon
  I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

When I’m among a Blaze of Lights
by Siegfried Sassoon
  When I’m among a blaze of lights, 
With tawdry music and cigars 
And women dawdling through delights, 
And officers in cocktail bars, 
Sometimes I think of garden nights
And elm trees nodding at the stars. 

I dream of a small firelit room 
With yellow candles 
burning straight, 
And glowing pictures in the gloom, 
And kindly books that hold me late.
Of things like these I choose to think 
When I can never be alone: 
Then someone says ‘Another drink
?’ 
And turns my living heart to stone.

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Sassoon in military uniform by 
George Charles Beresford (1864-1938), Victorian studio photographer
(This work of art is in the publid domain.)

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Green plaque on Siegfried Sassoon's house in Tufton Street, 
Westminster, London. Photographed by Oosoom 2007
(Permission is granted to copy, distribute and/or modify this document under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License)

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Sassoon's grave
(The copyright on this image is owned by Graham Allard and is licensed 
for reuse under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 license)

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