[精品]GrassofParnassus(帕那色斯草).pdf

Grass of Parnassus 1 Grass of Parnassus by Andrew Lang Grass of Parnassus 2 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 oer 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 Paters Version). The Poet says, DEAR CITY OF CECROPS, and wilt thou not say, DEAR CITY OF ZEUS? 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 citys done, For what he greatly sought he found, A city girt with fire around, A city in an Grass of Parnassus 3 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!