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문학:영문학:영국:바이런 [2020/09/07 08:50]
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문학:영문학:영국:바이런 [2020/09/07 22:57]
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 66 And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair | 66 And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair |
 <poem> <poem>
 +And thou art dead, as young and fair
 +As aught of mortal birth;
 +And form so soft, and charms so rare,
 +Too soon return'd to Earth!
 +Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed,
 +And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
 +In carelessness or mirth,
 +There is an eye which could not brook
 +A moment on that grave to look.
  
 +I will not ask where thou liest low,
 +Nor gaze upon the spot;
 +There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
 +So I behold them not:
 +It is enough for me to prove
 +That what I lov'd, and long must love,
 +Like common earth can rot;
 +To me there needs no stone to tell,
 +'T is Nothing that I lov'd so well.
 +
 +Yet did I love thee to the last
 +As fervently as thou,
 +Who didst not change through all the past,
 +And canst not alter now.
 +The love where Death has set his seal,
 +Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
 +Nor falsehood disavow:
 +And, what were worse, thou canst not see
 +Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
 +
 +The better days of life were ours;
 +The worst can be but mine:
 +The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
 +Shall never more be thine.
 +The silence of that dreamless sleep
 +I envy now too much to weep;
 +Nor need I to repine
 +That all those charms have pass'd away,
 +I might have watch'd through long decay.
 +
 +The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd
 +Must fall the earliest prey;
 +Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,
 +The leaves must drop away:
 +And yet it were a greater grief
 +To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,
 +Than see it pluck'd to-day;
 +Since earthly eye but ill can bear
 +To trace the change to foul from fair.
 +
 +I know not if I could have borne
 +To see thy beauties fade;
 +The night that follow'd such a morn
 +Had worn a deeper shade:
 +Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd,
 +And thou wert lovely to the last,
 +Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
 +As stars that shoot along the sky
 +Shine brightest as they fall from high.
 +
 +As once I wept, if I could weep,
 +My tears might well be shed,
 +To think I was not near to keep
 +One vigil o'er thy bed;
 +To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,
 +To fold thee in a faint embrace,
 +Uphold thy drooping head;
 +And show that love, however vain,
 +Nor thou nor I can feel again.
 +
 +Yet how much less it were to gain,
 +Though thou hast left me free,
 +The loveliest things that still remain,
 +Than thus remember thee!
 +The all of thine that cannot die
 +Through dark and dread Eternity
 +Returns again to me,
 +And more thy buried love endears
 +Than aught except its living years.
 </poem> </poem>
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 67 I would to heaven that I were so much clay | 67 I would to heaven that I were so much clay |
 <poem> <poem>
 +I would to heaven that I were so much clay, 
 +As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling - 
 +Because at least the past were passed away - 
 +And for the future - (but I write this reeling, 
 +Having got drunk exceedingly today, 
 +So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling) 
 +I say - the future is a serious matter - 
 +And so - for God's sake - hock and soda water!
 </poem> </poem>
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줄 12410: 줄 12495:
 68 There Was A Time, I Need Not Name | 68 There Was A Time, I Need Not Name |
 <poem> <poem>
 +There was a time, I need not name,
 +Since it will ne'er forgotten be,
 +When all our feelings were the same
 +As still my soul hath been to thee.
  
 +And from that hour when first thy tongue
 +Confess'd a love which equall'd mine,
 +Though many a grief my heart hath wrung,
 +Unknown, and thus unfelt, by thine,
 +
 +None, none hath sunk so deep as this---
 +To think how all that love hath flown;
 +Transient as every faithless kiss,
 +But transient in thy breast alone.
 +
 +And yet my heart some solace knew,
 +When late I heard thy lips declare,
 +In accents once imagined true,
 +Remembrance of the days that were.
 +
 +Yes! my adored, yet most unkind!
 +Though thou wilt never love again,
 +To me 'tis doubly sweet to find
 +Remembrance of that love remain.
 +
 +Yes! 'tis a glorious thought to me,
 +Nor longer shall my soul repine,
 +Whate'er thou art or e'er shalt be,
 +Thou hast been dearly, solely mine.
 </poem> </poem>
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줄 12417: 줄 12530:
 69 Isles of Greece, The | 69 Isles of Greece, The |
 <poem> <poem>
 +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 mountains look on Marathon--
 +And Marathon looks on the sea;
 +And musing there an hour alone,
 +I dreamed that Greece might still be free;
 +For standing on the Persians' grave,
 +I could not deem myself a slave.
 +
 +A king sat on the rocky brow
 +Which looks o'er 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 shore
 +The 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 linked among a fettered race,
 +To feel at least a patriot's shame,
 +Even as I sing, suffuse my face;
 +For what is left the poet here?
 +For Greeks a blush--for Greece a tear....
 +
 +Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
 +Our virgins dance beneath the shade--
 +I see their glorious black eyes shine;
 +But gazing on each glowing maid,
 +My own the burning teardrop laves,
 +To think such breasts must suckle slaves.
 +
 +Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
 +Where nothing, save the waves and I,
 +May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
 +There, swanlike, let me sing and die:
 +A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine--
 +Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
 </poem> </poem>
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줄 12424: 줄 12585:
 70 The Siege and Conquest of Alhama | 70 The Siege and Conquest of Alhama |
 <poem> <poem>
 +The Moorish King rides up and down,
 +Through Granada's royal town;
 +From Elvira's gate to those
 +Of Bivarambla on he goes.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
  
 +Letters to the monarch tell
 +How Alhama's city fell:
 +In the fire the scroll he threw,
 +And the messenger he slew.
 +Woe is me, Albamal
 +
 +He quits his mule, and mounts his horse,
 +And through the street directs his course;
 +Through the street of Zacatin
 +To the Alhambra spurring in.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +When the Alhambra walls he gain'd,
 +On the moment he ordain'd
 +That the trumpet straight should sound
 +With the silver clarion round.
 +Woe is me, Alhamal
 +
 +And when the hollow drums of war
 +Beat the loud alarm afar,
 +That the Moors of town and plain
 +Might answer to the martial strain.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +Then the Moors, by this aware,
 +That bloody Mars recall'd them there,
 +One by one, and two by two,
 +To a mighty squadron grew.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +Out then spake an aged Moor
 +In these words the king before,
 +'Wherefore call on us, oh King?
 +What may mean this gathering?'
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'Friends! ye have, alas! to know
 +Of a most disastrous blow;
 +That the Christians, stern and bold,
 +Have obtain'd Alhama's hold.'
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +Out then spake old Alfaqui,
 +With his beard so white to see,
 +'Good King! thou art justly served,
 +Good King! this thou hast deserved.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'By thee were slain, in evil hour,
 +The Abencerrage, Granada's flower;
 +And strangers were received by thee
 +Of Cordova the Chivalry.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'And for this, oh King! is sent
 +On thee a double chastisement:
 +Thee and thine, thy crown and realm,
 +One last wreck shall overwhelm.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'He who holds no laws in awe,
 +He must perish by the law;
 +And Granada must be won,
 +And thyself with her undone.'
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +Fire crashed from out the old Moor's eyes,
 +The Monarch's wrath began to rise,
 +Because he answer'd, and because
 +He spake exceeding well of laws.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'There is no law to say such things
 +As may disgust the ear of kings:
 +'Thus, snorting with his choler, said
 +The Moorish King, and doom'd him dead.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +Moor Alfaqui! Moor Alfaqui!
 +Though thy beard so hoary be,
 +The King hath sent to have thee seized,
 +For Alhama's loss displeased.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +And to fix thy head upon
 +High Alhambra's loftiest stone;
 +That thus for thee should be the law,
 +And others tremble when they saw.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'Cavalier, and man of worth!
 +Let these words of mine go forth!
 +Let the Moorish Monarch know,
 +That to him I nothing owe.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'But on my soul Alhama weighs,
 +And on my inmost spirit preys;
 +And if the King his land hath lost,
 +Yet others may have lost the most.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'Sires have lost their children, wives
 +Their lords, and valiant men their lives!
 +One what best his love might claim
 +Hath lost, another wealth, or fame.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'I lost a damsel in that hour,
 +Of all the land the loveliest flower;
 +Doubloons a hundred I would pay,
 +And think her ransom cheap that day.'
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +And as these things the old Moor said,
 +They sever'd from the trunk his head;
 +And to the Alhambra's wall with speed
 +'Twas carried, as the King decreed.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +And men and infants therein weep
 +Their loss, so heavy and so deep;
 +Granada's ladies, all she rears
 +Within her walls, burst into tears.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +And from the windows o'er the walls
 +The sable web of mourning falls;
 +The King weeps as a woman o'er
 +His loss, for it is much and sore.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 </poem> </poem>
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 71 Damжtas | 71 Damжtas |
 <poem> <poem>
 +In law an infant, and in years a boy, 
 +In mind a slave to every vicious joy; 
 +From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd; 
 +In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend; 
 +Versed in hypocrisy, while yet a child; 
 +Fickle as wind, of inclinations wild; 
 +Women his dupe, his heedless friend a tool; 
 +Old in the world, though scarcely broke from school; 
 +Damжtas ran through all the maze of sin, 
 +And found the goal when others just begin: 
 +Even still conflicting passions shake his soul, 
 +And bid him drain the dregs of pleasure's bowl; 
 +But, pall'd with vice, he breaks his former chain, 
 +And what was once his bliss appears his bane.
 </poem> </poem>
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줄 12438: 줄 12748:
 72 Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead | 72 Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead |
 <poem> <poem>
 +Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
 +Bid the prophet's form appear.
 +"Samuel, raise thy buried head!
 +"King, behold the phantom seer!"
 +Earth yawn'd; he stood the centre of a cloud:
 +Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud.
 +Death stood all glassy in the fixed eye:
 +His hand was withered, and his veins were dry;
 +His foot, in bony whiteness, glitterd there,
 +Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare;
 +From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame,
 +Like cavern'd winds the hollow acccents came.
 +Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak,
 +At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke.
  
 +"Why is my sleep disquieted?
 +"Who is he that calls the dead?
 +"Is it thou, Oh King? Behold
 +"Bloodless are these limbs, and cold:
 +"Such are mine; and such shall be
 +"Thine, to-morrow, when with me:
 +"Ere the coming day is done,
 +"Such shalt thou be, such thy son.
 +"Fare thee well, but for a day,
 +"Then we mix our mouldering clay.
 +"Thou, thy race, lie pale and low,
 +"Pierced by shafts of many a bow;
 +"And the falchion by thy side,
 +"To thy heart, thy hand shall guide:
 +"Crownless, breathless, headless fall,
 +"Son and sire, the house of Saul!"
 </poem> </poem>
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