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LESSON 50 On the downfall of Poland
第五十課 哀波蘭
Oh, sacred Truth! thy triumph ceased a while,
哦，神圣的真理!你的勝利暫停了一切，
And Hope, thy sister, ceased with thee to smile,
你的姊妹，希望，也同你一道停止了微笑。
When leagued Oppression poured to Northern wars
當聯合壓迫注入到北方戰爭時，
Her whiskered pandoors and her fierce hussars;
她那留著胡須的殘忍的士兵和她激烈的輕騎兵;
Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn
揮舞著她的恐懼在這早晨的微風中，
Pealed her loud drum, and twanged her trumpet born:
凝視她的大聲響的鼓，撥動她那剛出世的小號：
Tumultuous Horror brooded o'er her van;
動蕩的恐懼目不轉睛地飄過她的貨車;
Presaging wrath to Poland—and to man!
預示對波蘭——和波蘭人的憤怒!
Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed
這是華沙最后勝利從她的高度調查看來，
Wide o'er the fields a waste of ruin laid:
越過田野就是一片廢墟的垃圾堆：
"O Heaven!" he cried, "my bleeding country save!
“天啊！”他哭喊道：“我要保住我那正在流血的國家！
Is there no hand on high to shield the brave?
有沒有一雙手來保護這些勇士呀？
Yet, though Destruction sweep those lovely plains,
然而，盡管這場大破壞橫掃那些可愛的平原，
Rise, fellow-men! our country yet remains!
崛起吧，同胞們！我國還沒有崛起呢！
By that dread name we wave the sword on high!
在那可怕的名字面前，我們高高地揮舞著我們的劍！
And swear for her to live!—with her to die!"
并向她發誓！——與她同生共死！”
He said; and on the rampart-heights arrayed
他說，在這高高排列的城墻上；
His trusty warriors,—few, but undismayed;
他信賴的那些勇士們——雖然很少，但卻鎮定自若；
Firm-paced, and slow, a horrid front they form,
邁著緩慢而又堅定地步伐，他們在前面正形成一個令人恐懼的隊伍，
Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm;
微風依然柔和，但風暴卻十分可怕；
Low, murmuring sounds along their banners fly,
低沉地在那飄揚的國旗自言自語，
"Revenge or death!"—the watchword and reply;
“復仇或死亡！”這口號在一直回復著；
Then pealed the notes, omnipotent to charm,
隨后奏出的音符，蘊含著無所不能的魅力，
And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarm!
那響亮的警鐘敲響了最后的報警聲。
