叔本华曾说:“生存的全部痛苦就在于,时间不停地在压榨着我们,使我们喘息不过来,并且紧逼在我们身后,犹如持鞭的工头。倘若在什么时候,时间会放下它持鞭的巨手,那只有当我们从令人心烦的苦悲中完全解脱出来。”[1]这段话用来阐释19世纪英国浪漫主义诗人济慈短暂的一生或许再恰当不过了。济慈生于1795年,亡于1821年。他6岁时弟弟爱德华夭折,9岁丧父,14岁丧母,22岁失去 Schopenhauer once said: “All the pain of survival is that time keeps crushing us, leaving us to breathe, and pressing behind us is like a whip headman.” If at any time, time will be It is only when we are fully freed from annoying grief that it is perhaps more appropriate to explain the brief life of Keats, a 19th-century British romantic poet, It’s Keats was born in 1795 and died in 1821. When he was 6, his brother Edward died, his father died at the age of nineteen, his mother died at the age of 14 and lost at the age of twenty-two