-20世紀 英國詩-
(1) Thomas Hardy(1840-1928) : "The Darkling Thrush"
"The Darkling Thrush"
1 I leant upon a coppice gate
2 When Frost was spectre-gray,
3 And Winter's dregs made desolate
4 The weakening eye of day.
5 The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
6 Like strings of broken lyres,
7 And all mankind that haunted nigh
8 Ha
intent ;
God clothed Himself in vile mans flesh, that so
He might be weak enough to suffer woe.
내 얼굴에 침을 뱉으라, 너희 유태인들아, 그리고 내 옆구리를 찌르고,
때리고, 비웃고, 채찍질하고, 그리고 나를 십자가에 못박으라,
나는 죄를 지어 왔고, 지금도 또한 죄를 지으니, 그리고 오직 그분,
죄를 지을 수가 없으신 그분
God, its Captain Garth!
I was expecting some junior officer. This is an unexpected honor!
Yeah, like hell it is, Joe!
Admiral Nimitz sent me over to... To chew my ass off, huh?
Officially, Im supposed to question your estimate of Japanese intentions.
Why so grim, Matt? Doolittles attack should we thrilled you CinCPAC people.
Not by a long shot. That damn raid could boomerang on us.
We only got ca
intently.
??
TELEVISION REPORTER
The motive behind the grisly
murders remains a mystery at this
hour as does the identity of the
killer or killers. The search
continues for more bodies.
??
EDNA
(to herself)
My God, My God, My God.
??
TELEVISION REPORTER
...Residents of the Lake region
are being urged to take extra
precaution when approaching
strangers and to report anything
unusual to police, imm
God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable...
seem to me all the uses of this world.
Fie on it!
Tis an unweeded garden
that grows to seed.
Things rank and gross in nature
possess it merely.
That it should come to this.
But two months dead.
Nay, not so much, not two.
So excellent a king...
that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr.
So loving to my mother that he might not
beteem the winds of heave
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