高殿森教授
高殿森教授
高殿森先生，1907年生，河北枣强县人。1924年考入保定育德中学，受到进步思想影响。 1928年考入南开大学预科， 1929年考入南开本科英文系。1933年高殿森以南开文学院第一名的成绩毕业。 高先生的翻译生涯从三十年代大学时代就开始了。那时三位译作刊登在《南开校刊》和天津的报纸杂志上。四十年代高先生开始翻译长篇作品， 如《泼姑娘》，《托尔斯泰短篇小说选》，《拜伦传》等。五十年代高先生翻译出版了司各特的《皇家猎宫 》， 狄更斯的《着魔的人》，海姆的《高尔兹镇》。六十年代翻译出版萨克雷的《势利小人》。七十年代他与李霁野先生合译赫胥黎的《伦理学与演化》（即严复的《天演论》），并参与校改了《戴高乐传》，《罗伊回忆录》等著作。八十年代高先生与人合译了狄更斯的《Barnaby Rudge》。
高殿森教授是优秀的翻译家和受学生爱戴的老师。 他历任南开中学和重庆南开中学教员，浙江大学外文系讲师，中央大学外文系副教授， 南开大学外文系教授。高先生教我们班的翻译课时，双耳已经失聪，他与学生在课堂上和我们去拜访时在他家里完全靠手写文字交流。他批改翻译作业一丝不苟。记得在发回作业时，他把每个同学一个一个地单独叫道讲台旁，看着作业一句一句地点评，同学们都深受感动。高先生老年时常说，“老牛明知夕阳短，不用扬鞭自奋蹄”。 他的为人和治学都给我们做出了榜样。
高先生的其它汉译英作品主要有：《天津工人运动史料》，《中国民歌选译》，《沙石峪》，《天津画刊》等。
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Scottish Poet Robert Burns (1759-1796) |
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Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) (in Scotland as simply The Bard) was a poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement, and his influence has long been strong on Scottish literature and English literature. As well as making original compositions, Burns also collected folk songs from across Scotland, often revising or adapting them. His poem (and song) Auld Lang Syne is often sung at Hogmanay (the last day of the year) and on other occasions all over the world, and Scots Wha Hae served for a long time as an unofficial national anthem of the country. Other poems and songs of Burns that remain well-known across the world today, include A Red, Red Rose, A Man's A Man for A' That, To a Louse, To a Mouse, The Battle of Sherramuir, Tam o' Shanter and Ae Fond Kiss.
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A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
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O my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
Oh my luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
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Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever
by Robert Burns
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Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me,
Dark despair around benights me.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy;
Naething could resist my Nancy;
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met -or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
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A Man's a Man for A' That
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by Robert Burns |
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Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave - we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that,
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that,
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
A price can mak a belted knight,
A marquise, duke, an' a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that,
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
That man to man, the world o'er,
Shall brithers be for a' that. |
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Auld Lang Syne |
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by Robert Burns
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
Chorus - For auld land syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Chorus...
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit
Sin' auld lang syne.
Chorus...
We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us briad hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.
Chorus...
And there's a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak' a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
Chorus...
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