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Can storied urn, or animated bust,
栩栩如生的半身座像和刻下事跡的甕，
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
難道能讓斷氣復(fù)吸，魂歸華廈？
Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust,
榮譽的聲音能激揚沉寂的塵灰？
Or Flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of Death?
諂諛能叫死神僵硬的耳根軟化？
Perhaps, in this neglected spot is laid
也許在這塊荒蕪之地，
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
埋著曾經(jīng)天火騰焰的心，
Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed,
那雙手，想必能執(zhí)掌風(fēng)雨飄搖的帝國權(quán)杖，
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre:
抑或入迷地?fù)艹銎呦仪俚奶旎[之音。
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
可是，知識從沒有在他們眼前他們展開
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;
滿是歲月塵埃亦從不曾合上的書卷，
Chill Penury repressed their noble rage,
貧寒壓制了他們高貴的胸懷，
And froze the genial current of the soul.
他們從靈魂深處涌出的溫暖的甘泉也凍住了。
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
世上那么多稀世珠寶
The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
埋在幽暗而深不可測的海底：
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
世界上多少含苞待放的花無人見識，
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
芳香就白白散向曠野的空氣。
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
有像漢普敦那樣的村莊，無畏的胸襟，
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
反抗過當(dāng)?shù)氐男”┚?/div>
Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest,
有緘默的彌爾頓，籍籍無名，
Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.
有一位克倫威爾，沒有罪過地致自己國家流血。
