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作者:想聊      更新:2021-02-24 22:39      字数:9318
  prevail。 Our liberties; that blood has gained;          Are guarded; or they fail。
  Truth does not triumph without blows;             Error not tamely yields。 But
  falsehood closes with quick faith;          Fierce; on a thousand fields。
  And   surely;   somewhat   of   that   faith   Our   fathers   fought   for   clings!
  Which called this freedom's hemisphere;             Despite Earth's leagued kings。
  Great creeds grow thews; or else they die。            Thought clothed in deed
  is   lord。  What    are  thy   gods?    Thy    gods   brought    love?     They     also
  brought a sword。
  Unchallenged; shall we always stand;              Secure; apart; aloof? Be not
  deceived。     That hour shall come         Which puts us to the proof。
  Then; that we hold the trust we have            Safeguarded for our sons; Let
  us cease dreaming!       Let us have       More ships; more troops; more guns!
  WITH THE SUBMARINES
  ABOVE;        the  baffled   twilight  fails;  beneath;   the       blind    snakes
  creep; Beside us glides the charnel shark; our pilot               through the deep;
  And;   lurking   where   low   headlands   shield   from         cruising   scout   and
  spy; We bide the signal through the gloom that bids                us slay or die。
  All watchful; mute; the crouching guns that guard                   the strait sea
  lanes    Watchful    and   hawklike;    plumed    with   hate;  the        desperate
  aeroplanes And still as death and swift as fate; above the                  darkling
  coasts;   The   spying   Wireless   sows   the   night   with   troops     of   stealthy
  ghosts;
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  While hushed through all her huddled streets the                        tide…walled city
  waits The drumming thunders that announce brute                           battle at her gates。
  Southward   a  hundred   windy  leagues;   through                    storms   that   blind
  and bar; Our cheated cruisers search the waves; our cap…                             tains seek
  the   war;   But   here   the   port   of   peril   is;   the   foeman's   dread…      noughts
  ride Sullen and black against the moon; upon a sullen                          tide。 And only
  we     to  launch     ourselves     against    their          stark    advance      To    guide
  uncertain lightnings through these treach…                    erous seas of chance!
  。        。        。        。        。        。
  And now a wheeling searchlight paints a signal on                         the night; And
  now the bellowing guns are loud with the                      wild lust of fight。
  。        。        。        。        。        。
  And   now;   her   flanks   of   steel   apulse   with   all   the        power   of   hell;
  Forth from the darkness leaps in pride a hateful                      miracle; The flagship
  of their Admiraland now God help                      and save! We challenge Death
  at Death's own game; we                  sink beneath the wave!
  。        。        。        。        。        。
  Ah;   steady   nowand   one   good   blowone   straight                 stab   through
  the     gloom       Ah;     good!the       thrust     went     home!she        founders
  flounders   to   her   doom!   Full   speed   ahead!those   damned   quick…firing
  guns          but let them bark What's thatthe dynamos?they've got us;
  men!           Christ! in the dark!
  NICHOLAS OF MONTENEGRO
  (1912)
  HE speaks   as   straight   as his   rifles shot;          As   straight   as a  thrusting
  blade;   Waiting   the   deed   that   shall   trouble   the   truce       His   savage   guns
  have made。
  〃You   have   dared   the   wrath   of   a   dozen   states;〃       Was   the   challenge
  that   he   heard;   〃We   can   die   but   once!〃   said   the   grim   old   King      As   he
  gripped his mountain sword。
  〃For   I   paid   in   blood   for   the   town   I   took;  The   blood   of   my  brave
  men   slain; And   if   you   covet   the   town   I   took       You   must   buy   it   with
  blood again!〃
  Stern     old  King     of  the   stark;  black    hills;     Where      the   lean;   fierce
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  eagles breed; Your speech   rings   true as   your   good sword   rings              And
  you are a king indeed!
  DICKENS
  〃The only book that the party had was a volume of Dickens。 During
  the six months that they lay in the cave which they had hacked in the ice;
  waiting   for   spring   to   come;   they   read   this  volume   through      again   and
  again。〃From a newspaper report of an antarctic expedition。
  HUDDLED           within    their  savage     lair     They      hearkened      to  the
  prowling wind; They heard the loud wings of despair 。 。 。                  And madness
  beat against the mind。 。 。 。 A sunless world stretched stark outside As if it
  had cursed God and died; Dumb plains lay prone beneath the weight Of
  cold unutterably great;         Iron ice bound all the bitter seas; The brutal hills
  were bleak as hate。 。 。 。       Here none but Death might walk at ease!
  Then Dickens spoke; and; lo! the vast               Unpeopled void stirred into
  life;
  The   dead   world   quickened;   the   mad   blast       Hushed   for   an   hour   its
  idiot strife With nothingness。 。 。 。
  And from the gloom;            Parting the flaps
  of   frozen   skin;    Old   friends   and   dear   came   trooping   in; And   light   and
  laughter     filled   the   room。    。  。  。  Voices    and    faces;   shapes    beloved;
  Babbling      lips   and  kindly   eyes;   Not   ghosts;   but   friends   that   lived  and
  moved 。 。 。        They brought the sun from other skies; They wrought the
  magic that   dispels        The bitterer  part of   loneliness   。  。  。 And   when they
  vanished each man dreamed              His dream there in the wilderness。 。 。 。 One
  heard the chime of Christmas bells; And; staring down a country lane; Saw
  bright against the window…pane The firelight beckon warm  and red。 。 。  。
  And one turned from the waterside Where Thames rolls down his slothful
  tide To breast the human sea that beats Through roaring London's battered
  streets
  And revel in the moods of men。 。 。 。             And one saw all the April hills
  Made glad with golden daffodils; And found and kissed his love again。 。 。 。
  。       。        。       。        。       。
  By all the troubled hearts he cheers           In homely ways or by lost trails;
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  By   all   light   shed   through   all   dark   years When   hope   grows   sick   and
  courage quails; We hail him first among his peers;             Whether we sorrow;
  sing;  or   feast;   He;  too;   hath   known   and   understood Master   of   many
  moods; high priest Of mirth and lord of cleansing tears!
  A POLITICIAN
  LEADER   no   more;   be   judged   of   us!     Hailed   Chief;   and   loved;   of
  yore   Youth;   and   the   faith   of   youth;   cry   out: Leader   and   Chief   no
  more!
  We dreamed a Prophet; flushed with faith;             Content to toil in pain If
  that his sacrifice might be;       Somehow; his people's gain。
  We saw a vision; and our blood           Beat red and hot and strong: 〃Lead
  us (we cried) to war against        Some foul; embattled wrong!〃
  We     dreamed    a  Warrior   whose    sword      Was    edged   for  sham    and
  shame; We dreamed a Statesman far above              The vulgar lust for fame。
  We were   not cynics;  and we   dreamed           A Man   who made   no   truce
  With lies nor ancient privilege        Nor old; entrenched abuse。
  We dreamed 。 。 。 we dreamed 。 。 。           Youth dreamed              a dream!
  And even you forgot Yourself; one moment; and dreamed; too                  Struck;
  while your mood was hot!
  Struck three or four good blows 。 。 。 and then          Turned back to easier
  things: The cheap applause; the blatant mob;           The praise of underlings!
  Praise 。 。 。 praise 。 。 。 was ever man so filled;      So avid still; of praise?
  So hungry for the crowd's acclaim;          The sycophantic phrase?
  O you whom Greatness beckoned to 。 。 。              O swollen Littleness Who
  turned from Immortality         To fawn upon Success!
  O blind with love of self; who led