在这里你会发现的PoemAn Invocationof poet Walter Savage Landor
WE are what suns and winds and waters make us; The mountains are our sponsors, and the rills Fashion and win their nursling with their smiles. But where the land is dim from tyranny, There tiny pleasures occupy the place Of glories and of duties; as the feet Of fabled faeries when the sun goes down Trip o?er the grass where wrestlers strove by day. Then Justice, call?d the Eternal One above, Is more inconstant than the buoyant form That burst into existence from the froth Of ever-varying ocean: what is best Then becomes worst; what loveliest, most deform?d. The heart is hardest in the softest climes, The passions flourish, the affections die. O thou vast tablet of these awful truths, That fillest all the space between the seas, Spreading from Venice?s deserted courts To the Tarentine and Hydruntine mole, What lifts thee up? what shakes thee? ?t is the breath Of God. Awake, ye nations! spring to life! Let the last work of his right hand appear Fresh with his image, Man.
