romantic ballads-第12部分

快捷操作: 按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页 按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页 按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部! 如果本书没有阅读完，想下次继续接着阅读，可使用上方 "收藏到我的浏览器" 功能 和 "加入书签" 功能！



Now　dim　underneath　us；　through　distance　we　view　The　green　grassy　earth；　and　the　ocean's　deep　blue；　There　tempests　and　frequent　disasters　arise；　Whilst　free　and　untroubled　we　wend　through　the　skies。

Lo；　high　among　mountains　a　meadow　lies　spread；　And　there　we　alight；　and　get　ready　our　bed；　There　hatch　we　our　eggs；　and　beneath　the　chill　pole　We　wait　while　the　summer　months　over　us　roll。

No　hunter；　desirous　to　make　us　his　prey；　Invades　our　lone　valley　by　night　or　by　day；　But　green…mantled　fairies　their　merry　routs　hold；　And　fearless　the　pigmy　｛34｝　there　hammers　its　gold。

But　when　pallid　winter；　again　on　the　rocks　Shakes　down　in　a　shower　the　snow　from　his　locks；　Then　comes　the　desire　for　heat；　in　full　force；　And　Southward　our　phalanx　bends　swiftly　its　course。

To　the　verdant　Savannah；　and　palm…shaded　plain；　Where　the　Nile　rolls　his　water；　we　hurry　again；　There　rest　we　till　summer's　sun；　waxing　too　hot；　Makes　us　wish　for　our　native；　our　hill…girded　spot。



THE　BROKEN　HARP。



O　thou；　who；　'mid　the　forest　trees；　With　thy　harmonious　trembling　strain；　Could'st　change　at　once　to　soothing　ease；　My　love…sick　bosom's　cruel　pain：　Thou　droop'st　in　dreary　silence　now；　With　shiver'd　frame；　and　broken　string；　While　here；　unhelp'd；　beneath　the　bough　I　sit；　and　feebly　strive　to　sing。

The　moon　no　more　illumes　the　ground；　In　night　and　vapour　dies　my　lay；　For　with　thy　sweet　and　melting　sound　Fled；　all　at　once；　her　silver　ray：　O　soon；　O　soon；　shall　this　sad　heart；　Which　beats　so　low；　and　bleeds　so　free；　O'ercome　by　its　fell　load　of　smart；　Be　broke；　O　ruin'd　harp；　like　thee！



SCENES。



Observe　ye　not　yon　high　cliff's　brow；　Up　which　a　wanderer　clambers　slow；　'T　is　by　a　hoary　ruin　crown'd；　Which　rocks　when　shrill　winds　whistle　round；　That　is　an　ancient　knightly　hold；　…　Alas！　it　droops；　deserted；　cold；　And　sad　and　cheerless　seems　to　gaze；　Back；　back；　to　yon　heroic　days；　When　youthful　Kemps；　｛35｝　completely　arm'd；　And　lovely　maids　around　it　swarm'd。

You；　in　the　tower；　a　hole　may　see；　A　window　there　has　ceas'd　to　be。　From　that　once　lean'd　a　damsel　bright；　In　evening's　red　and　fading　light；　And　star'd　intently　down　the　way；　Up　which　should　come　her　lover　gay：　But；　time　it　flies　on　rapid　wing　…　Far　off　a　church　is　towering；　Within　it　stand　two　marble　stones；　That　rest　above　the　lovers'　bones。　But　see；　the　wanderer；　with　pain；　Has　reach'd　the　pile　he　wish'd　to　gain；　Whilst　Sol；　behind　the　ruin'd　walls；　Down　into　sacred　nature　falls。

See；　there；　two　hostile　nobles　fight；　With　tiger…rage　and　giant…might。　There's　seen　no　smoke；　there's　heard　no　shot；　For　guns　and　powder　yet　were　not。　'T　was　custom　then；　when　foemen　warr'd；　To　win　or　lose　with　spear　and　sword：　A　wild　heroic　song　they　yell；　And　each　the　other　seeks　to　fell。　Oft；　oft；　her　ownself　to　destroy；　Her　own　hand　nature　does　employ。　There　casts　the　hill　up　fire…flakes；　And　Earth's　gigantic　body　quakes：　There；　lightnings　through　the　high　blue　flash；　And　ocean's　billows　wildly　dash：　There；　men　'gainst　men　their　muscles　strain；　And　deal　out　death；　and　wounds；　and　pain。　O　Nature！　to　thyself　show　less　Of　hate；　and　more　of　tenderness。

How　dusky　is　the　air　around；　We　are　no　more　above　the　ground；　But；　down　we　wend　within　the　hill；　Whose　springs　our　ears　with　hissings　fill。　See；　there；　how　rich　the　ruddy　gold　Winds　snakeways；　'midst　the　clammy　mould　And　hard　green　stone。　　By　torches'　ray；　The　harvest　there　men　mow　away。　But；　see　ye　not　yon　gath'ring　cloud；　Which　'gainst　them　cometh　paley　proud；　That　holds　the　spirit　of　the　hill；　Who　brings　death　in　its　hand　so　chill：　If　down　they　do　not　quickly　fall；　Most　certainly　't　will　slay　them　all；　For　sorely　wrathful　is　its　mood；　Because　they　break　its　solitude：　Because　its　treasure　off　they　bear；　And　fling　light　o'er　its　gloomy　lair。　'T　is　white；　and　Kobbold　is　the　name　Which　it　from　oldest　days　does　claim。

Now；　back　at　once　into　time　we　go；　For　many　a　hundred　years；　I　trow。　A　gothic　chamber　salutes　your　sight：　A　taper　gleams　feebly　through　the　night；　A　ghostly　man　by　the　board　you　see；　With　his　hand　to　his　temples　muses　he：　Parchments；　with　age　discolour'd　and　dun；　Ancient　shields　all　written　upon；　Tree…bark；　bearing　ciphers　half　defac'd；　Stones　with　Runes　and　characters　grac'd；　Things　of　more　worth　than　ye　are　aware；　On　the　mighty　table　are　pil'd　up　there。　He　gazes　now　in　exstatic　trance　Through　the　casement；　out　into　nature's　expanse。　Whene'er　we　sit　at　the　lone　midnight；　And　stare　out　into　the　dubious　light；　Whilst　the　pallid　moon　is　peering　o'er　Ruin'd　cloister　and　crumbling　tower；　Feelings　so　wondrous　strange　come　o'er　us；　The　past；　and　the　future；　arise　before　us；　The　present　fadeth；　unmark'd；　away　In　the　garb　of　insignificancy。　He　gazes　up　into　nature's　height；　The　noble　man　with　his　eye　so　bright；　He　gazes　up　to　the　starry　skies；　Whither；　sooner　or　later；　we　hope　to　rise；　And　now　he　takes　in　haste　the　pen；　And　the　spirit　of　Oldom　flows　from　it　amain；　The　scatter'd　Goth…songs　he　changes　unto　An　Epic　which　maketh　each　bosom　to　glow。　Thanks　to　the　old　Monk；　toiling　thus　…　They　call　him　Saxo　Grammaticus。

An　open　field　before　you　lies；　A　wind…burst　o'er　its　bosom　sighs；　Now　all　is　still；　all　seems　asleep；　'Midst　of　the　field　there　stands　a　heap；　Upon　the　heap　stand　Runic　stones；　Thereunder　rest　gigantic　bones。　From　Arild's　time；　that　heap　stands　there；　But　now　't　is　till'd　with　utmost　care；　In　order　that　its　owner　may　Thereoff　reap　golden　corn　one　day。　Oft　has　he　tried；　the　niggard　soul；　The　mighty　stones　away　to　roll；　As　useless　burdens　of　his　ground；　But　they　for　that　too　big　were　found。　See；　see！　the　moon　through　cloud　and　rack　Looks　down　upon　the　letters　black：　And　when　the　ghost　its　form　uprears　He　shines　upon　its　bursting　tears　…　For　oh！　the　moon's　an　ancient　man；　Describe　him；　mortal　tongue　ne'er　can；　He　shines　alike；　serene　and　bright；　At　midmost　hour　of　witching　night；　Upon　the　spot　of　love　and　glee；　And　on　the　gloomy　gallows…tree。　Upon　each　Rune　behold　him　stare；　While　off　he　hastes　through　fields　of　air；　He　understands　those　signs；　I'll　gage；　Whose　meaning　lies　in　sunken　age；　And　if　he　were　in　speaking　state；　No　doubt　the　old　man　could　relate　Strange　things　that　have　on　earth　occurr'd；　Of　which　fame　ne'er　has　said　a　word；　But　since　with　look；　with　look　alone；　He　cannot　those　events　make　known；　He　waketh　from　his　height　sublime　Mere　longing　for　the　dark　gone　time。



THE　SUICIDE'S　GRAVE。　FROM　THE　GERMAN。



This　piece　is　not　translated　for　the　sentiments　which　it　contains；　　but　for　its　poetical　beauties。　　Although　the　path　of　human　life　is　　rough　and　thorny；　the　mind　may　always　receive　consolation　by　looking　　forward　to　the　world　to　come。　　The　mind　which　rejects　a　future　state　　has　to　thank　itself　for　its　utter　misery　and　hopelessness。


The　evening　shadows　fall　upon　the　grave　On　which　I　sit；　it　is　no　common　heap；　…　Below　its　turf　are　laid　the　bones　of　one；　Who；　sick　of　life　and　misery；　did　quench　The　vital　spark　which　in　his　bosom　burn'd。

The　shadows　deepen；　and　the　ruddy　tinge　Which　lately　flooded　all　the　western　sky　Has　now　diminish'd　to　a　single　streak；　And　here　I　sit；　alone；　and　listen　to　The　noise　of　forests；　and　the　hum　of　groves。

This　is　the　time　to　think　of　nature's　God；　When　birds　and　fountains；　streams　and　woods；　unite　Their　various…sounding　voices　in　his　praise：　Shall　man　alone　refuse　to　sing　ityes；　For　man；　alone；　has　nought　to　thank　him　for。

There's　not　a　joy　he　gives　to　us　on　earth　That　is　not　dash'd　with　bitterness　and　gall；　Only　when　youth　is　past；　and　age　comes　on；　Do　we　find　quietquiet　is　not　bliss；　Then　tell　me；　God；　what　I've　to　thank　thee　for。

But　to　recur　to　him　who　rests　beneath　…　He　had　a　heart　enthusiastic；　warm；　And　form'd　for　loveno　prejudice　dwelt　there；　He　roam'd　about　the　world　to　find　a　heart　Which　felt　with　his；　he　sought；　and　found　it　not。

Or　if　he　found　it；　providence　stepp'd　in；　And　tore　the　cherish'd　object　from　his　sight；　Or　fill'd　its　mind　with　visions　weak　and　vain　…　Could　he　survive　all　this？　ah；　no！　he　died；　…　Died　by　the　hand　which　injur'd　none　but　him。

And　did　he　die　unpitied　and　unwept；　…　Most　probably；　for　there　are　fools　who　think　'T　is　crime　in　man　to　take　what　is　his　own　…　And　't　was　on　account　they　laid　him　here；　Within　this　sweet；　unconsecrated；　spot。

There　comes　a　troop　of　maidens　and　of　youths　Home　from　their　labourhark！　they　cease　their　song；　And；　pointing　to　the　grave；　with　trembling　hands；　They　make　a　circuit；　thinking　that　in　me　The　ghost　of　the　self…murderer　they　view　…　Which；　fame　says；　wanders　here。



LIST　OF　SUBSCRIBERS。



The　Right　Honourable　the　Earl　of　Albemarle　T。　Amyot；　Esq。；　London　F。　Arden；　Esq。　London；　5　copies　Mr。　A。　Austin　The　Right　Rev。　Father　in　God　Henry　Bathurst；　Lord　Bishop　of　Norwich　Mr。　W。　Bacon　Mr。　A。　Barnard　Mr。　P。　Barnes　Mr。　Barwell　Mr。　Bell；　Diss　N。　Bolingbroke；　Esq。　J。　Bowring；　Esq。；　Hackney　W。　Burrows；　Esq。；　Stoke　Miss　Burrows　W。　Burt；　Esq。　Jun。　Thomas　Campbell；　Esq。；　London　S。　Clarke；　Esq。；　Berghapton　Mr。　T。　Clarke　Mr。　P。　Clarke　Mr。　P。　Clayton　N。　Cobham；　Esq。　Exeter；　2　copies　Rev。　C。　Codd；　Dereham　J。　H。　Cole；　Esq。　Mrs。　Coleman　Mr。　W。　Cooper　Mr。　E。　Cooper；　Dereham　Mr。　G。　Cooper；　Dereham　W。　Cross；　Esq。　H。　Custance；　Esq。；　Weston　Longueville　Rev。　Custance　E。　Dashwood；　Esq。；　Colchester　T。　G。　O'Donnahoo；　Esq。；　London；　5　copies　Mr。　Doughty；　Brockdish　T。　Dyson；　Esq。；　Diss　Mr。　Elliot　Dr。　Evans　F。　Farr；　Esq。；　Beecles　G。　Fitzmaurice；　Esq。；　London；　2　copies　J。　Fletcher；　Esq。；　London　R。　Fowler；　Esq。；　London　J。　Geldart；　Esq。　B。　Girling。　Esq。；　Dereham　Rev。　W。　Girling　Mr。　Green　C。　Greville；　Esq。　M。P。　T。　Gurdon；　Esq。；　Letton　Hall；　Suffolk；　2　copies　Mrs。　Gurdon；　2　copies　H。　Gurney；　Esq。　M。P。　R。　H。　Gurney；　Esq。　M。P。　Miss　Anne　Gurney　Mr。　W。　Hankes　Capt。　Hare；　Stow　Hall；　2　copies　Mr。　W。　Harper　J。　Harvey；　Esq。　Sir　R。　J。　Harvey　G。　Harvey；　Esq。　R。　Hawkes；　Esq。　Mrs。　Hawkes　B。　R。　Haydon；　Esq。；　London　W。　Herring；　Esq。　Mr。　Higham；　London　Mr。　Hobart　Mr。　Holly　T。　Hudson；　Esq。　Mr。　R。　Hull　N。　Islay；　Esq。；　Croydon　Mr。　G。　Jay　S。　Johnson；　Esq。；　London　P。　Johnstone；　Esq。；　London　Mr。　Juby　Rev。　J。　Kennedy；　Templemore；　Tipperary　Mr。　R。　Kerrison　Mr。　E。　Kerrison　Capt。　Langford　E。　Lombe；　Esq。　Mrs。　Lloyd；　Bawdeswell　Miss　Lloyd；　Bawdeswell　Miss　L。　Lloyd；　Bawdeswell　Miss　E。　Lloyd；　Bawdeswell　Mr。　R。　Lloyd　Mr。　J。　Lloyd；　Welsh　Pool　Mr。　H。　Marshall；