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[资料分享] 英文原著Grass of Parnassus帕那色斯草下载

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英文原著Grass of Parnassus帕那色斯草下载
DEEDS OF MEN
[Greek text which cannot be reproduced]. To Colonel Ian Hamilton.
To you, who know the face of war, You, that for England wander far,
You that have seen the Ghazis fly From English lads not sworn to die, You
that have lain where, deadly chill, The mist crept o'er the Shameful Hill,
You that have conquered, mile by mile, The currents of unfriendly Nile,
And cheered the march, and eased the strain When Politics made valour
vain, Ian, to you, from banks of Ken, We send our lays of Englishmen!
SEEKERS FOR A CITY.
"Believe me, if that blissful, that beautiful place, were set on a hill
visible to all the world, I should long ago have journeyed thither. . . But
the number and variety of the ways! For you know, THERE IS BUT
ONE ROAD THAT LEADS TO CORINTH."
HERMOTIMUS (Mr Pater's Version).
"The Poet says, DEAR CITY OF CECROPS, and wilt thou not say,
DEAR CITY OF ZEUS?"
英文原著Grass of Parnassus帕那色斯草下载
M. ANTONINUS.
"To Corinth leads one road," you say: Is there a Corinth, or a way?
Each bland or blatant preacher hath His painful or his primrose path, And
not a soul of all of these But knows the city 'twixt the seas, Her fair
unnumbered homes and all Her gleaming amethystine wall!
Blind are the guides who know the way, The guides who write, and
preach, and pray, I watch their lives, and I divine They differ not from
yours and mine!
One man we knew, and only one, Whose seeking for a city's done, For
what he greatly sought he found, A city girt with fire around, A city in an

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empty land Between the wastes of sky and sand, A city on a river-side,
Where by the folk he loved, he died. (1)
Alas! it is not ours to tread That path wherein his life he led, Not ours
his heart to dare and feel, Keen as the fragrant Syrian steel; Yet are we not
quite city-less, Not wholly left in our distress - Is it not said by One of old,
"Sheep have I of another fold?" Ah! faint of heart, and weak of will, For
us there is a city still!
"Dear city of Zeus," the Stoic says, (2) The Voice from Rome's
imperial days, In Thee meet all things, and disperse, In Thee, for Thee, O
Universe! To me all's fruit thy seasons bring, Alike thy summer and thy
spring; The winds that wail, the suns that burn, From Thee proceed, to
Thee return.
"Dear city of Zeus," shall WE not say, Home to which none can lose
the way! Born in that city's flaming bound, We do not find her, but are
found. Within her wide and viewless wall The Universe is girdled all. All
joys and pains, all wealth and dearth, All things that travail on the earth,
God's will they work, if God there be, If not, what is my life to me?
Seek we no further, but abide Within this city great and wide, In her
and for her living, we Have no less joy than to be free; Nor death nor grief
can quite appal The folk that dwell within her wall, Nor aught but with our
will befall!

英文原著Grass of Parnassus帕那色斯草下载
THE WHITE PACHA.
Vain is the dream! However Hope may rave, He perished with the
folk he could not save, And though none surely told us he is dead, And
though perchance another in his stead, Another, not less brave, when all
was done, Had fled unto the southward and the sun, Had urged a way by
force, or won by guile To streams remotest of the secret Nile, Had raised
an army of the Des** men, And, waiting for his hour, had turned again
And fallen on that False Prophet, yet we know GORDON is dead, and
these things are not so! Nay, not for England's cause, nor to restore Her
trampled flag - for he loved Honour more - Nay, not for Life, Revenge, or

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Victory, Would he have fled, whose hour had dawned to die. He will not
come again, whate'er our need, He will not come, who is happy, being
freed From the deathly flesh and perishable things, And lies of statesmen
and rewards of kings. Nay, somewhere by the sacred River's shore He
sleeps like those who shall return no more, No more return for all the
prayers of men - Arthur and Charles - they never come again! They shall
not wake, though fair the vision seem: Whate'er sick Hope may whisper,
vain the dream!

英文原著Grass of Parnassus帕那色斯草下载
MIDNIGHT, JANUARY 25, 1886.
To-morrow is a year since Gordon died! A year ago to-night, the
Des** still Crouched on the spring, and panted for its fill Of lust and
blood. Their old art statesmen plied, And paltered, and evaded, and
denied; Guiltless as yet, except for feeble will, And craven heart, and
calculated skill In long delays, of their great homicide.
A year ago to-night 'twas not too late. The thought comes through our
mirth, again, again; Methinks I hear the halting foot of Fate Approaching
and approaching us; and then Comes cackle of the House, and the Debate!
Enough; he is forgotten amongst men.
ADVANCE, AUSTRALIA.
On the offer of help from the Australians after the fall of Khartoum.
Sons of the giant Ocean isle In sport our friendly foes for long, Well
England loves you, and we smile When you outmatch us many a while, So
fleet you are, so keen and strong.

英文原著Grass of Parnassus帕那色斯草下载
You, like that fairy people set Of old in their enchanted sea Far off
from men, might well forget An elder nation's toil and fret, Might heed not
aught but game and glee.



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