忏悔录
- 语言:
- 英语
- 状态:
- 完整作品
- 作者归属:
- 作者本人所著
- 文本状况:
- 未检测到扫描噪点 (对全文的自动评估,未经人工核对)
- 篇幅:
- 约 110,000 词 · 516 个段落
引用本作品
- APA奥古斯丁. (n.d.). The Confessions of St. Augustine [忏悔录]. Digital reproduction: SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/zh/works/augustine/the-confessions-of-st-augustine
- MLA奥古斯丁. The Confessions of St. Augustine [忏悔录]. Digital reproduction, SigPhi, https://sigphiai.com/zh/works/augustine/the-confessions-of-st-augustine.
- Chicago奥古斯丁. The Confessions of St. Augustine [忏悔录]. Digital reproduction, SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/zh/works/augustine/the-confessions-of-st-augustine.
这是 SigPhi 所复制版本的引用:SigPhi 是其数字复制品,不是出版者。元数据中没有版本年份(因此写作“n.d.”),译者只有在有记录时才列出。
内容简介
奥古斯丁向上帝讲述自己的一生:迦太基的青年时代、多年的彷徨、米兰花园中的皈依,以及«时间是什么»«记忆是什么»的追问。
背景与流传
约写于397至400年间,其时奥古斯丁已是罗马属非洲希波城的主教。这是西方文学第一部伟大的内省之书:在他之前,无人曾以这样的深度审视自己的内心,更无人以与上帝直接对话的方式将其写下。书中讲述的皈依——386年夏天,一个孩童唱着«拿起来读»——是有史以来最有影响的场景之一;现代自传这一文体的存在,整个地归功于它。
这是编辑性背景,不是可引用的来源:与作品本身的段落不同,这些说明无法在语料库中核对。
What art Thou then, my God? what, but the Lord God? For who is Lord but the Lord? or who is God save our God? Most highest, most good, most potent, most omnipotent; most merciful, yet most just; most hidden, yet most present; most beautiful, yet most strong, stable, yet incomprehensible; unchangeable, yet all-changing; never new, never old; all-renewing, and bringing age upon the proud, and they know it not; ever working, ever at rest; still gathering, yet nothing lacking; supporting, filling, and overspreading; creating, nourishing, and maturing; seeking, yet having all things. Thou lovest, without passion; art jealous, without anxiety; repentest, yet grievest not; art angry, yet serene; changest Thy works, Thy purpose unchanged; receivest again what Thou findest, yet didst never lose; never in need, yet rejoicing in gains; never covetous, yet exacting usury. Thou receivest over and above, that Thou mayest owe; and who hath aught that is not Thine? Thou payest debts, owing nothing; remittest debts, losing nothing. And what had I now said, my God, my life, my holy joy? or what saith any man when he speaks of Thee? Yet woe to him that speaketh not, since mute are even the most eloquent. Oh! that I might repose on Thee! Oh! that Thou wouldest enter into my heart, and inebriate it, that I may forget my ills, and embrace Thee, my sole good! What art Thou to me? In Thy pity, teach me to utter it. Or what am I to Thee that Thou demandest my love, and, if I give it not, art wroth with me, and threatenest me with grievous woes? Is it then a slight woe to love Thee not? Oh! for Thy mercies' sake, tell me, O Lord my God, what Thou art unto me. Say unto my soul, I am thy salvation. So speak, that I may hear. Behold, Lord, my heart is before Thee; open Thou the ears thereof, and say unto my soul, I am thy salvation. After this voice let me haste, and take hold on Thee. Hide not Thy face from me.…