« 上一頁繼續 »
No opening glade dawns on our way,
Until in distance lost.
["Southward from Brussels lies the field of blood,
Some three hours' journey for a well-girt man;
Would reach it as the second hour began.
"No cheerful woodland this of antique trees,
With thickets varied and with sunny glade ;
Of tall straight trunks, which move before his sight,
"Here, where the woods receding from the road Have left on either hand an open space For fields and gardens, and for man's abode, Stands Waterloo; a little lowly place Obscure till now, when it hath risen to fame, And given the victory its English name." SOUTHEY'S Pilgrimage to Waterloo.] 2 The reaper in Flanders carries in his left hand a stick with an iron hook, with which he collects as much grain as he can cut at one sweep with a short scythe, which he holds in his right hand. They carry on this double process with great spirit and dexterity.
But when these ears were green,
Their ripening to have seen!
Fear not the heat, though full and high
Than e'er was fired by sunny ray.
And sinks so gently on the dale,
'["What time the second Carlos ruled in Spain,
Praying the patron saints to bless with seed
To the original chapel of the Marquis of Castanaza has now been added a building of considerable extent, the whole interior of which is filled with monumental inscriptions for the heroes who fell in the battle.] VOL. V.
Brief space from thence, the ground again
Forms an opposing screen,
Which, with its crest of upland ground,
The soften'd vale between
Slopes smooth and fair for courser's tread.
Nor fosse nor fence are found,
Save where, from out her shatter'd bowers,
Now, see'st thou aught in this lone scene
1 ["As a plain, Waterloo seems marked out for the scene of some great action, though this may be mere imagination. I have viewed with attention those of Platea, Troy, Mantinea, Leuctra, Chæronea, and Marathon; and the field around Mont St. Jean and Hougomont appears to want little but a better cause, and that indefinable but impressive halo which the lapse of ages throws around a consecrated spot, to vie in interest with any or all of these, except, perhaps, the last mentioned.”—Byron.]
2["Is the spot mark'd with no colossal bust,
On these broad spots of trampled ground,
So deem'st thou -so each mortal deems,
Than that which peasant's scythe demands,
With bayonet, blade, and spear.
Fell thick as ripen'd grain;
None: But the moral's truth tells simpler so,
"Was it a soothing or a mournful thought,
Amid this scene of slaughter as we stood,
To mark how gentle Nature still pursued
The pears had ripen'd on the garden wall;
Those leaves which on the autumnal earth were spread, The trees, though pierced and scared with many a ball,
Had only in their natural season shed;
Flowers were in seed, whose buds to swell began
And ere the darkening of the day,
Ay, look again-that line so black
And close beside, the harden'd mud
Still shows where, fetlock-deep in blood,
These spots of excavation tell
The ravage of the bursting shell-
'["Earth had received into her silent womb
Her slaughter'd creatures; horse and man they lay,
The passing seasons had not yet effaced
The stamp of numerous hoofs impress'd by force
Yet nature everywhere resumed her course;