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LESSON 115 THE LAST DAYS OF HERCULANEUM
第一百一十五課 赫庫蘭尼姆的最后日子
There was a man, a Roman soldier, for some daring deed that trespassed on the laws, in dungeon low chained down.
從前有個人，一位羅馬士兵，敢作敢為冒犯法律，被關(guān)進地牢帶上腳鐐。
His was a noble spirit, rough, but generous, and brave, and kind.
他是個高尚的人，盡管粗魯，但慷慨，勇敢又善良。
He had a son; it was a rosy boy, a little faithful copy of his sire, in face and gesture.
他有個兒子；一個可愛的孩子，簡直就是他的翻版，從臉型到體態(tài)。
From infancy, the child Had been his father's solace and his care. Every sport the father shared and heightened.
從孩提開始，這個孩子就是他父親的慰藉，惹他憐愛。每一次游戲這位父親都參與，孩子長得很高。
But at length, the rigorous law had grasped him, and condemned to fetters and to darkness.
但最后他還是沒有逃過嚴格的法律，罰他戴上鐐銬在黑暗中度日。
The captive's lot, he felt in all its bitterness: the walls of his deep dungeon answered many a sigh and heart-heaved groan.
俘虜?shù)拿\他感到悲哀襲遍全身：深深的牢墻聽到他無數(shù)次嘆息還有從心底發(fā)出的呻吟。
His tale was known, and touched His jailer with compassion;
他的故事傳了開來，聞之唏噓看守也深為同情；
and the boy, thenceforth a frequent visitor, beguiled his father's lingering hours, and brought a balm with his loved presence,
那個孩子此后經(jīng)常來探望父親，陪他父親打發(fā)光陰，帶來飽含濃濃愛意的香膏，
that in every wound dropped healing. But, in this terrific hour, he was a poisoned arrow in the breast where he had been a cure.
每當有傷就用來涂身。但這是一個的時刻，他的胸膛曾中過一支毒箭復舊如初。
