第 4 节
作者:老是不进球      更新:2021-02-19 17:49      字数:9322
  Pactolus…like flow deep and rich along;
  An Austral Shakespeare rise; whose living page
  To nature true may charm in ev'ry age;
  And that an Austral Pindar daring soar;
  Where not the Theban eagle reach'd before。
  And; O Britannia! shouldst thou cease to ride
  Despotic Empress of old Ocean's tide;
  Should thy tamed Lion  spent his former might;
  No longer roar the terror of the fight;
  Should e'er arrive that dark disastrous hour;
  When bow'd by luxury; thou yield'st to pow'r;
  When thou; no longer freest of the free;
  To some proud victor bend'st the vanquish'd knee;
  May all thy glories in another sphere
  Relume; and shine more brightly still than here;
  May this; thy last…born infant; then arise;
  To glad thy heart and greet thy parent eyes;
  And Australasia float; with flag unfurl'd;
  A new Britannia in another world。
  Charles Harpur。
  Love
  She loves me!  From her own bliss…breathing lips
  The live confession came; like rich perfume
  From crimson petals bursting into bloom!
  And still my heart at the remembrance skips
  Like a young lion; and my tongue; too; trips
  As drunk with joy! while every object seen
  In life's diurnal round wears in its mien
  A clear assurance that no doubts eclipse。
  And if the common things of nature now
  Are like old faces flushed with new delight;
  Much more the consciousness of that rich vow
  Deepens the beauteous; and refines the bright;
  While throned I seem on love's divinest height
  'Mid all the glories glowing round its brow。
  Words
  Words are deeds。  The words we hear
  May revolutionize or rear
  A mighty state。  The words we read
  May be a spiritual deed
  Excelling any fleshly one;
  As much as the celestial sun
  Transcends a bonfire; made to throw
  A light upon some raree…show。
  A simple proverb tagged with rhyme
  May colour half the course of time;
  The pregnant saying of a sage
  May influence every coming age;
  A song in its effects may be
  More glorious than Thermopylae;
  And many a lay that schoolboys scan
  A nobler feat than Inkerman。
  A Coast View
  High 'mid the shelves of a grey cliff; that yet
  Riseth in Babylonian mass above;
  In a benched cleft; as in the mouldered chair
  Of grey…beard Time himself; I sit alone;
  And gaze with a keen wondering happiness
  Out o'er the sea。  Unto the circling bend
  That verges Heaven; a vast luminous plain
  It stretches; changeful as a lover's dream
  Into great spaces mapped by light and shade
  In constant interchange  either 'neath clouds
  The billows darken; or they shimmer bright
  In sunny scopes of measureless expanse。
  'Tis Ocean dreamless of a stormy hour;
  Calm; or but gently heaving;  yet; O God!
  What a blind fate…like mightiness lies coiled
  In slumber; under that wide…shining face!
  While o'er the watery gleam  there where its edge
  Banks the dim vacancy; the topmost sails
  Of some tall ship; whose hull is yet unseen;
  Hang as if clinging to a cloud that still
  Comes rising with them from the void beyond;
  Like to a heavenly net; drawn from the deep
  And carried upward by ethereal hands。
  William Forster。
  ‘The Love in her Eyes lay Sleeping'
  The love in her eyes lay sleeping;
  As stars that unconscious shine;
  Till; under the pink lids peeping;
  I wakened it up with mine;
  And we pledged our troth to a brimming oath
  In a bumper of blood…red wine。
  Alas! too well I know
  That it happened long ago;
  Those memories yet remain;
  And sting; like throbs of pain;
  And I'm alone below;
  But still the red wine warms; and the rosy goblets glow;
  If love be the heart's enslaver;
  'Tis wine that subdues the head。
  But which has the fairest flavour;
  And whose is the soonest shed?
  Wine waxes in power in that desolate hour
  When the glory of love is dead。
  Love lives on beauty's ray;
  But night comes after day;
  And when the exhausted sun
  His high career has run;
  The stars behind him stay;
  And then the light that lasts consoles our darkening way。
  When beauty and love are over;
  And passion has spent its rage;
  And the spectres of memory hover;
  And glare on life's lonely stage;
  'Tis wine that remains to kindle the veins
  And strengthen the steps of age。
  Love takes the taint of years;
  And beauty disappears;
  But wine in worth matures
  The longer it endures;
  And more divinely cheers;
  And ripens with the suns and mellows with the spheres。
  James Lionel Michael。
  ‘Through Pleasant Paths'
  Through pleasant paths; through dainty ways;
  Love leads my feet;
  Where beauty shines with living rays;
  Soft; gentle; sweet;
  The placid heart at random strays;
  And sings; and smiles; and laughs and plays;
  And gathers from the summer days
  Their light and heat;
  That in its chambers burn and blaze
  And beam and beat。
  I throw myself among the ferns
  Under the shade;
  And watch the summer sun that burns
  On dell and glade;
  To thee; my dear; my fancy turns;
  In thee its Paradise discerns;
  For thee it sighs; for thee it yearns;
  My chosen maid;
  And that still depth of passion learns
  Which cannot fade。
  The wind that whispers in the night;
  Subtle and free;
  The gorgeous noonday's blinding light;
  On hill and tree;
  All lovely things that meet my sight;
  All shifting lovelinesses bright;
  Speak to my heart with calm delight;
  Seeming to be
  Cloth'd with enchantment; robed in white;
  To sing of thee。
  The ways of life are hard and cold
  To one alone;
  Bitter the strife for place and gold
  We weep and groan:
  But when love warms the heart grows bold;
  And when our arms the prize enfold;
  Dearest! the heart can hardly hold
  The bliss unknown;
  Unspoken; never to be told
  My own; my own!
  Personality
  〃Death is to us change; not consummation。〃
  Heart of Midlothian。
  A change! no; surely; not a change;
  The change must be before we die;
  Death may confer a wider range;
  From pole to pole; from sea to sky;
  It cannot make me new or strange
  To mine own Personality!
  For what am I?  this mortal flesh;
  These shrinking nerves; this feeble frame;
  For ever racked with ailments fresh
  And scarce from day to day the same
  A fly within the spider's mesh;
  A moth that plays around the flame!
  THIS is not I  within such coil
  The immortal spirit rests awhile:
  When this shall lie beneath the soil;
  Which its mere mortal parts defile;
  THAT shall for ever live and foil
  Mortality; and pain; and guile。
  Whatever Time may make of me
  Eternity must see me still
  Clear from the dross of earth; and free
  From every stain of every ill;
  Yet still; where…e'er  what…e'er I be;
  Time's work Eternity must fill。
  When all the worlds have ceased to roll;
  When the long light has ceased to quiver
  When we have reached our final goal
  And stand beside the Living River;
  This vital spark  this loving soul;
  Must last for ever and for ever。
  To choose what I must be is mine;
  Mine in these few and fleeting days;
  I may be if I will; divine;
  Standing before God's throne in praise;
  Through all Eternity to shine
  In yonder Heaven's sapphire blaze。
  Father; the soul that counts it gain
  To love Thee and Thy law on earth;
  Unchanged but free from mortal stain;
  Increased in knowledge and in worth;
  And purified from this world's pain;
  Shall find through Thee a second birth。
  A change! no surely not a change!
  The change must be before we die;
  Death may confer a wider range
  From world to world; from sky to sky;
  It cannot make me new or strange
  To mine own Personality!
  Daniel Henry Deniehy。
  Love in a Cottage
  A cottage small be mine; with porch
  Enwreathed with ivy green;
  And brightsome flowers with dew…filled bells;
  'Mid brown old wattles seen。
  And one to wait at shut of eve;
  With eyes as fountain clear;
  And braided hair; and simple dress;
  My homeward step to hear。
  On summer eves to sing old songs;
  And talk o'er early vows;
  While stars look down like angels' eyes
  Amid the leafy boughs。
  When Spring flowers peep from flossy cells;
  And bright…winged parrots call;
  In forest paths be ours to rove
  Till purple evenings fall。
  The curtains closed; by taper clear
  To read some page divine;
  On winter nights; the hearth beside;
  Her soft; warm hand in mine。
  And so to glide through busy life;
  Like some small brook alone;
  That winds its way 'mid grassy knolls;
  Its music all its own。
  A Song for the Night
  O the Night; the Night; the solemn Night;
  When Earth is bound with her silent zone;
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