英文經典詩歌賞析

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　　：The Return

　　See, they return; ah, see the tentative

　　Movements, and the slow feet,

　　The trouble in the pace and the uncertain

　　Wavering!

　　See, they return, one, and by one,

　　With fear, as half-awakened;

　　As if the snow should hesitate

　　And murmur in the wind,

　　and half turn back;

　　These were the "Wing'd-with-Awe,"

　　Inviolable.

　　Gods of the wingèd shoe!

　　With them the silver hounds,

　　sniffing the trace of air!

　　Haie! Haie!

　　These were the swift to harry;

　　These the keen-scented;

　　These were the souls of blood.

　　Slow on the leash,

　　pallid the leash-men!

　　：Before Sleep

　　The lateral vibrations caress me,

　　They leap and caress me,

　　They work pathetically in my favour,

　　They seek my financial good.

　　She of the spear stands present.

　　The gods of the underworld attend me, O Annubis,

　　These are they of thy company.

　　With a pathetic solicitude they attend me;

　　Undulant,

　　Their realm is the lateral courses.

　　Light!

　　I am up to follow thee, Pallas.

　　Up and out of their caresses.

　　You were gone up as a rocket,

　　Bending your passages from right to left and from left to right

　　In the flat projection of a spiral.

　　The gods of drugged sleep attend me,

　　Wishing me well;

　　I am up to follow thee, Pallas.

　　：Ballad of the Goodly Fere

　　Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all

　　For the priests and the gallows tree?

　　Aye lover he was of brawny men,

　　O' ships and the open sea.

　　When they came wi' a host to take Our Man

　　His smile was good to see,

　　"First let these go!" quo' our Goodly Fere,

　　"Or I'll see ye damned," says he.

　　Aye he sent us out through the crossed high spears

　　And the scorn of his laugh rang free,

　　"Why took ye not me when I walked about

　　Alone in the town?" says he.

　　Oh we drank his "Hale" in the good red wine

　　When we last made company,

　　No capon priest was the Goodly Fere

　　But a man o' men was he.

　　I ha' seen him drive a hundred men

　　Wi' a bundle o' cords swung free,

　　That they took the high and holy house

　　For their pawn and treasury.

　　They'll no' get him a' in a book I think

　　Though they write it cunningly;

　　No mouse of the scrolls was the Goodly Fere

　　But aye loved the open sea.

　　If they think they ha' snared our Goodly Fere

　　They are fools to the last degree.

　　"I'll go to the feast," quo' our Goodly Fere,

　　"Though I go to the gallows tree."

　　"Ye ha' seen me heal the lame and blind,

　　And wake the dead," says he,

　　"Ye shall see one thing to master all:

　　'Tis how a brave man dies on the tree."

　　A son of God was the Goodly Fere

　　That bade us his brothers be.

　　I ha' seen him cow a thousand men.

　　I have seen him upon the tree.

　　He cried no cry when they drave the nails

　　And the blood gushed hot and free,

　　The hounds of the crimson sky gave tongue

　　But never a cry cried he.

　　I ha' seen him cow a thousand men

　　On the hills o' Galilee,

　　They whined as he walked out calm between,

　　Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea,

　　Like the sea that brooks no voyaging

　　With the winds unleashed and free,

　　Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret

　　Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.

　　A master of men was the Goodly Fere,

　　A mate of the wind and sea,

　　If they think they ha' slain our Goodly Fere

　　They are fools eternally.

　　I ha' seen him eat o' the honey-comb

　　Sin' they nailed him to the tree.