当其他人歌颂伟大的财富，帝国和武器，以及所有国家的盛况时;英国英雄点燃了他们的灵魂，他的事迹鼓舞着他们，使他们不朽;我画了一个更深的场景;这景象产生了更响亮的号角声和更可怕的田野:——天地都惊动了，喘息着大自然最后的巨大呻吟;死亡的古老权杖断了，拥挤的坟墓断了，正义的审判断了，人类的永恒的灭亡断了。在欢乐和痛苦中，我看着那大胆的设计，问我焦虑的心，它是不是我的。无论是伟大的还是可怕的，在有意识的星星或太阳的视野之内所做的事，都远远超出了我的胆量:我俯视着英国王冠的一切荣华。这个地球对我的诗来说是一个狭窄的界限;听我说，你们周围所有荣耀的世界!O ! all ye angels, howsoe'er disjoin'd, Of every various order, place, and kind, Hear and assist a feeble mortal's lays; 'Tis your eternal King I strive to praise. But chiefly Thou, great Ruler, Lord of all! Before whose throne archangels prostrate fall; If at Thy nod, from discord and from night, Sprang beauty, and yon sparkling worlds of light, Exalt e'en me: all inward tumults quell; The clouds and darkness of my mind dispel; To my great subject Thou my breast inspire, And raise my labouring soul with equal fire. Man, bear thy brow aloft; view every grace In God's great offspring, beauteous Nature's face: See Spring's gay bloom; see golden Autumn's store; See how Earth smiles, and hear old Ocean roar. Leviathans but heave their cumbrous mail, It makes a tide, and wind-bound navies sail. Here, forests rise, the mountain's awful pride; Here, rivers measure climes, and worlds divide; There, valleys fraught with gold's resplendent seeds, Hold kings and kingdoms' fortunes in their beds: There, to the skies aspiring hills ascend, And into distant lands their shades extend. View cities, armies, fleets; of fleets the pride, See Europe's law in Albion's Channel ride. View the whole earth's vast landscape unconfined, Or view in Britain all her glories join'd. Then let the firmament thy wonder raise; 'T will raise thy wonder, but transcend thy praise. How far from east to west? The labouring eye Can scarce the distant azure bounds descry: Wide theatre! where tempests play at large, And God's right hand can all its wrath discharge. Mark how those radiant lamps inflame the pole, Call forth the seasons, and the year control: They shine through time, with an unalter'd ray, See this grand period rise, and that decay: So vast, this world's a grain; yet myriads grace, With golden pomp, the throng'd ethereal space; So bright, with such a wealth of glory stored, 'T were sin in Heathens not to have adored. How great, how firm, how sacred all appears! How worthy an immortal round of years! Yet all must drop, as autumn's sickliest grain, And earth and firmament be sought in vain; The tract forgot where constellations shone, Or where the Stuarts fill'd an awful throne: Time shall be slain, all Nature be destroy'd, Nor leave an atom in the mighty void. Sooner or later, in some future date, (A dreadful secret in the book of fate!) This hour, for aught all human wisdom knows, Or when ten thousand harvests more have rose; When scenes are changed on this revolving earth, Old empires fall, and give new empires birth; While other Bourbons rule in other lands, And (if man's sin forbids not) other Annes; While the still busy world is treading o'er The paths they trod five thousand years before, Thoughtless, as those who now life's mazes run, Of earth dissolved, or an extinguish'd sun; (Ye sublunary worlds, awake, awake! Ye rulers of the nations, hear, and shake!) Thick clouds of darkness shall arise on day, In sudden night all earth's dominions lay; Impetuous winds the scatter'd forests rend; Eternal mountains, like their cedars, bend; The valleys yawn, the troubled ocean roar, And break the bondage of his wonted shore; A sanguine stain the silver moon o'erspread; Darkness the circle of the sun invade; From inmost heaven incessant thunders roll, And the strong echo bound from pole to pole. When, lo, a mighty trump, one half conceal'd In clouds, one half to mortal eye reveal'd, Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call Shall rattle in the centre of the ball; The' extended circuit of creation shake, The living die with fear, the dead awake. O powerful blast! to which no equal sound Did e'er the frighted ear of Nature wound, Though rival clarions have been strain'd on high, And kindled wars immortal through the sky; Though God's whole enginery discharged, and all The rebel angels bellow'd in their fall. Have angels sinn