The Isles of Greece 英汉对照课件.ppt

The Isles of Greece;Background;THE isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!Where burning Sappho loved and sung,Where grew the arts of war and peace,---Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung!Eternal summer gilds them yet,But all, except their sun, is set.;The Scian and the Teian muse,The heros harp, the lovers lute,Have found the fame your shores refuse;Their place of birth alone is muteTo sounds which echo further westThan your sires Islands of the Blest. ;The mountains look on Marathon---And Marathon looks on the sea;And musing there an hour alone,I dreamd that Greece might yet be freeFor, standing on the Persians grave,I could not deem myself a slave.;A king sat on the rocky browWhich looks on sea-born Salamis;And ships, by thousands, lay below,And men in nations;---all were his!He counted them at break of day---And when the sun set, where were they?;And where are they? and where art thou,My country? On thy voiceless shoreThe heroic lay is tuneless now---The heroic bosom beats no more!And must thy lyre, so long divine,Degenerate into hands like mine?;Tis something, in the dearth of fame,Though linkd among a fetterd race,To feel at least a patriots shame,Even as I sing, suffuse my face;For what is left the poet here?For Greeks a blush---for Greece a tear.;Must we but weep oer days more blest?Must we but blush?---Our fathers bled.Earth! render back from out thy breastA remnant of our Spartan dead!Of the three hundred grant but three,To make a new Thermopylae.;What, silent still, and silent all?Ah! no; the voices of the deadSound like a distant torrents fall,And answer, Let one living head,But one arise,---we come, we come!Tis but the living who are dumb.;In vain---in vain: strike other chords;Fill high the cup of Samian wine!Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,And shed the blood of Scios vine!Hark! rising to the ignoble call---How answers each bold bacchanal!;You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone