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LESSON 100 THE CLOSING YEAR
第一百課 一年即逝
It is midnight's holy hour, and silence now is brooding like a gentle spirit o'er. The still and pulseless world.
午夜神圣時刻，此時這一窩鳥兒沉靜似溫柔的心飛過寂靜和了無生氣的世界上空。
Hark! on the winds, the bell's deep notes are swelling; it is the knell Of the departed year.
聽啊！在風中低鳴的鐘聲漸漸高亢；這是既往歲月的喪鐘。
No funeral train is sweeping past; yet, on the stream and wood, with melancholy light,
沒有送葬的隊伍嗚咽著經過；小溪和林間，籠罩著悲哀，
the moonbeams rest like a pale, spotless shroud;
月光傾灑仿佛蒼白和一塵不染的裹尸布；
the air is stirred as by a mourner's sigh; and, on yon cloud, that floats so still and placidly through heaven.
空氣流動似哀悼者一聲嘆息；那邊的云彩如此平靜而徐緩地飄過天空。
The spirits of the Seasons seem to stand, young Spring, bright Summer, Autumn's solemn form.
四季的精靈似乎偏愛年輕的春天，明媚的夏日，秋天的肅穆。
And winter, with his aged locks and breathe in mournful cadences,
而冬季，還有他歲月滄桑的發髻，在悲傷的調子中低語，
that come abroad like the far wind harp's wild and touching wail.
從遠處飄來像風中豎琴一般蒼涼和哀婉的悲泣。
A melancholy dirge o'er the dead year, gone from the earth forever.
哀怨的挽歌漫過死神走過的路，拋離塵世不復回頭。
