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帕尔米拉(第一版)

——anankta ton pantôn huperbal- lonta chronon makarôn。品达。赞美诗。碎片弹。山洪汹涌,轰鸣,狂躁,迅疾,猛烈,时代的激流也是如此,奔腾不息。人的小天,阴云密布!他最长的一天很快就过去了!征服一切的死亡,在庄严的日子里展开,像燃烧的沙漠的狂风,来了,把他从世界上刮去。人类力量的最崇高的事业都无法抵抗命运无常的时刻;大理石大厅和岩石建造的塔楼,都屈从于命运:遗忘的可怕风暴回荡; The massy columns fall around; The fabric totters to the ground, And darkness veils its memory! II 'Mid SYRIA's barren world of sand, Where THEDMOR's marble wastes expand. Where DESOLATION, on the blasted plain, Has fix'd his adamantine throne, I mark, in silence and alone, His melancholy reign. These silent wrecks, more eloquent than speech, Full many a tale of awful note impart; Truths more sublime than bard or sage can teach This pomp of ruin presses on the heart. Whence rose that dim, mysterious sound, That breath'd in hollow murmurs round? As sweeps the gale Along the vale, Where many a mould'ring tomb is spread, Awe-struck, I hear, In fancy's ear, The voices of th' illustrious dead: As slow they pass along, they seem to sigh, "Man, and the works of man, are only born to die!" III As scatter'd round, a dreary space, Ye spirits of the wise and just! In reverential thought I trace The mansions of your sacred dust, Enthusiast FANCY, rob'd in light, Pours on the air her many-sparkling rays, Redeeming from OBLIVION's deep'ning night The deeds of ancient days. The mighty forms of chiefs of old, To VIRTUE dear, and PATRIOT TRUTH sublime, In feeble splendor I behold, Discover'd dimly through the mists of TIME, As through the vapours of the mountain-stream With pale reflection glows the sun's declining beam. IV Still as twilight's mantle hoary Spreads progressive on the sky, See, in visionary glory, Darkly-thron'd, they sit on high. But whose the forms, oh FAME, declare, That crowd majestic on the air? Bright Goddess! come, on rapid wings, To tell the mighty deeds of kings. Where art thou, FAME? Each honor'd name From thy eternal roll unfold: Awake the lyre, In songs of fire, To chiefs renown'd in days of old. I call in vain! The welcome strain Of praise to them no more shall sound: Their actions bright Must sleep in night, Till TIME shall cease his mystic round. The dazzling glories of their day The stream of years has swept away; Their names, that struck the foe with fear, Shall ring no more on mortal ear! V Yet faithful MEMORY's raptur'd eye Can still the godlike form descry, Of him, who, on EUPHRATES' shore, From SAPOR's brow his blood-stain'd laurels tore, And bade the ROMAN banner stream unfurl'd; When the stern GENIUS of the startling waves Beheld on PERSIA s host of slaves Tumultuous ruin hurl'd! Meek SCIENCE too, and TASTE refin'd, The grave with deathless flow'rs have dress'd, Of him whose virtue-kindling mind Their ev'ry charm supremely bless'd; Who trac'd the mazy warblings of the lyre With all a critic's art, and all a poet's fire. VI Where is the bard, in these degen'rate days, To whom the muse the blissful meed awards, Again the dithyrambic song to raise, And strike the golden harp's responsive chords? Be his alone the song to swell, The all-transcendent praise to tell Of yon immortal form, That bursting through the veil of years, In changeless majesty appears, Bright as the sun-beams thro' the scatt'ring storm! What countless charms around her rise! What dazzling splendor sparkles in her eyes! On her radiant brow enshrin'd, MINERVA's beauty blends with JUNO's grace; The matchless virtues of her godlike mind Are stamp'd conspicuous on her angel-face. VII Hail, sacred shade, to NaATURE dear! Though sorrow clos'd thy bright career, Though clouds obscur'd thy setting day, Thy fame shall never pass away! Long shall the mind's unfading gaze Retrace thy pow'r's meridian blaze, When o'er ARABIAN deserts, vast and wild, And EGYPT s land, (where REASON's wakeful eye First on the birth of ART and SCIENCE smil'd, And bade the shades of mental darkness fly) And o'er ASSYRIA's many-peopled plains, By Justice led, thy conqu'ring armies pour'd, When humbled nations kiss'd thy silken chains, Or fled dismay'd from zABDAS ' victor-sword: Yet vain the hope to share the purple robe, Or snatch from ROMAN arms the empire of the globe. VIII Along the wild and wasted plain His v