親愛的網友, 抱歉哦! 今已晚, 明再試著譯中文唄...
This time this heart should unmoved ,
Since others it tath ceased to move ;
Yet, though I cannot be beloved ,
Still let me love !
My days are in the yellow leaf ;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone ;
The worm , the canker , and the grief ;
Are mine alone !
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some volcaric isle ;
No torch is kindled at its blze---
A funeral pile !
The hope, the fear , the Jealous care ,
The exalted portion of the pain
And bower of love, I cannot share.
But tis not thus-and tis not here-
Such though is should shake my soul, nor now ,
Where glory decks the hero s bier
Or binds his brow.
The sword, the banner , and the field,
Glory and Grace, around me see !
The Spartan, born upon his shield,
was not more free.
Awake ! ( not Greece-she is awake ! )
Awake , my spirit ! Think through whom
The life-blood tracks its parent lake ,
And then strike home !
Tread those reviving passions down ;
Unworthy manhood ! -unto thee
Indifferent should the smile or frown
Of beauty be.
If thou regret st thy youth, why live ;
The land of honorable death
Is here :-up to the field, and give
Away thy breath !
Seek out-less sought than found-
A dier s grave for thee the best ;
Then look around, and choose thy ground,
And take thy rest.
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