romantic ballads-第13章

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Except　when；　at　moments；　The　wind　rising　shrill　Wafts　boughs　from　the　bushes；　Across　the　lone　hill。　Wo　worth；　to　thee；　squirrel；　Amid　the　green　leaves；　Full　oft　thy　loud　rustle　The　hunter　deceives。



NATIONAL　SONG。　FROM　THE　DANISH　OF　EVALD。



King　Christian　stood　beside　the　mast；　Smoke；　mixt　with　flame；　Hung　o'er　his　guns；　that　rattled　fast　Against　the　Gothmen；　as　they　pass'd：　Then　sunk　each　hostile　sail　and　mast　In　smoke　and　flame。　〃Fly！〃　said　the　foe：　　〃fly！　all　that　can；　Nor　wage；　with　Denmark's　Christian；　The　dread；　unequal　game。〃

Niels　Juul　look'd　out；　and　loudly　cried；　〃Quick！　now's　the　time：〃　He　hoisted　up　his　banner　wide；　And　fore　and　aft　his　foemen　plied；　And　loud　above　the　battle　cried；　〃Quick！　now's　the　time。〃　〃Fly！〃　said　the　foe；　〃't　is　Fortune's　rule；　To　deck　the　head　of　Denmark's　Juul　With　Glory's　wreath　sublime。〃

Once；　Baltic；　when　the　musket's　knell　Rang　through　the　sky；　Down　to　thy　bosom　heroes　fell　And　gasp'd　amid　the　stormy　swell；　While；　from　the　shore；　a　piercing　yell　Rang　through　the　sky！　〃God　aids　me；〃　cried　our　Tordenskiold；　〃Proud　foes；　ye　are　but　vainly　bold；　Strike；　strike；　to　me；　or　fly！〃

Thou　Danish　path　to　fame　and　might；　Dark…rolling　wave；　Receive　a　friend　who　holds　as　light　The　perils　of　the　stormy　fight；　Who　braves；　like　thee；　the　tempest's　might；　Dark　rolling　wave；　O　swiftly　bear　my　bark　along；　Till；　crown'd　with　conquest；　lull'd　with　song；　I　reach　my　bournethe　grave。



THE　OLD　OAK。



Here　have　I　stood；　the　pride　of　the　park；　In　winter　with　snow　on　my　frozen　bark；　In　spring　'mong　the　flowers　that　smiling　she　spread；　And　among　my　own　leaves　when　summer　was　fled。　Three　hundred　years　my　top　I　have　rais'd；　Three　hundred　years　I　have　sadly　gaz'd　O'er　Nature's　wide　extended　scene；　O'er　rushing　rivers　and　meadows　green；　For　though　I　was　always　willing　to　rove；　I　never　could　yet　my　firm　foot　move。

They　fell'd　my　brother；　who　stood　by　my　side；　And　flung　out　his　arms　so　wide；　so　wide；　How　envy　I　him；　for　how　blest　is　he；　As　the　keel　of　a　vessel　he　sails　so　free　Around　the　whole　of　the　monstrous　earth；　But　I　am　still　in　the　place　of　my　birth。　I　once　was　too　haughty　by　far　to　complain；　But　am　become　feeble　through　age　and　pain；　And　therefore　I　often　give　vent　to　my　woes；　When　through　my　branches　the　wild　wind　blows。

A　night　like　this；　so　calm　and　clear；　I　have　not　seen　for　many　a　year；　The　milk…white　doe　and　her　tender　fawn　Are　skipping　about　on　the　moonlight　lawn；　And　there；　on　the　verge　of　my　time…worn　root；　Two　lovers　are　seated；　and　both　are　mute：　Her　arm　encircles　his　youthful　neck；　For　none　are　present　their　love　to　check。　This　night　would　almost　my　sad　heart　cheer；　Had　I　one　hope　or　one　single　fear。



LINES　TO　SIX…FOOT　THREE。



A　lad；　who　twenty　tongues　can　talk　And　sixty　miles　a　day　can　walk；　Drink　at　a　draught　a　pint　of　rum；　And　then　be　neither　sick　nor　dumb　Can　tune　a　song；　and　make　a　verse；　And　deeds　of　Northern　kings　rehearse　Who　never　will　forsake　his　friend；　While　he　his　bony　fist　can　bend；　And；　though　averse　to　brawl　and　strife　Will　fight　a　Dutchman　with　a　knife。　O　that　is　just　the　lad　for　me；　And　such　is　honest　six…foot　three。

A　braver　being　ne'er　had　birth　Since　God　first　kneaded　man　from　earth：　O；　I　have　cause　to　know　him　well；　As　Ferroe's　blacken'd　rocks　can　tell。　Who　was　it　did；　at　Suderoe；　The　deed　no　other　dar'd　to　do？　Who　was　it；　when　the　Boff　｛31｝　had　burst；　And　whelm'd　me　in　its　womb　accurst　…　Who　was　it　dash'd　amid　the　wave；　With　frantic　zeal；　my　life　to　save？　Who　was　it　flung　the　rope　to　me？　O；　who；　but　honest　six…foot　three！

Who　was　it　taught　my　willing　tongue；　The　songs　that　Braga　｛32｝　fram'd　and　sung？　Who　was　it　op'd　to　me　the　store　Of　dark　unearthly　Runic　lore；　And　taught　me　to　beguile　my　time　With　Denmark's　aged　and　witching　rhyme：　To　rest　in　thought　in　Elvir　shades；　And　hear　the　song　of　fairy　maids；　Or　climb　the　top　of　Dovrefeld；　Where　magic　knights　their　muster　held？　Who　was　it　did　all　this　for　me？　O；　who；　but　honest　six…foot　three！

Wherever　fate　shall　bid　me　roam；　Far；　far　from　social　joy　and　home；　'Mid　burning　Afric's　desert　sands；　Or　wild　Kamschatka's　frozen　lands；　Bit　by　the　poison…loaded　breeze；　Or　blasts　which　clog　with　ice　the　seas；　In　lowly　cot　or　lordly　hall；　In　beggar's　rags　or　robes　of　pall；　'Mong　robber…bands　or　honest　men；　In　crowded　town　or　forest　den；　I　never　will　unmindful　be　Of　what　I　owe　to　six…foot　three。

That　form　which　moves　with　giant…grace；　That　wild；　though　not　unhandsome；　face；　That　voice　which　sometimes　in　its　tone　Is　softer　than　the　wood…dove's　moan；　At　others；　louder　than　the　storm　Which　beats　the　side　of　old　Cairn　Gorm；　｛33｝　That　hand；　as　white　as　falling　snow；　Which　yet　can　fell　the　stoutest　foe；　And；　last　of　all；　that　noble　heart；　Which　ne'er　from　honour's　path　would　start；　Shall　never　be　forgot　by　me　…　So　farewell；　honest　six…foot　three！



NATURE'S　TEMPERAMENTS。　FROM　THE　DANISH　OF　OEHLENSLAEGER。



SADNESS。

Lo；　a　pallid　fleecy　vapour　Far　along　the　East　is　spread；　Every　star　has　quench'd　its　taper；　Lately　glimmering　over　head。　On　the　leaves；　that　bend　so　lowly；　Drops　of　crystal　water　gleam；　Yawning　wide；　the　peasant　slowly　Drives　afield　his　sluggish　team。　Dreary　looks　the　forest；　lacking　Song　of　birds　that　slumber　mute；　No　rough　swain　is　yet　attacking；　With　his　bill；　the　beech's　root。　Night's　terrific　ghostly　hour　Backward　through　time's　circle　flies；　No　shrill　clock　from　moss…grown　tower　Bids　the　dead　men　wake　and　rise。　Wearied　out　with　midnight　riot　Mystic　Nature　slumbers　now；　Mouldering　bodies　rest　in　quiet；　'Neath　their　tomb…lids　damp　and　low；　Sad　and　chill　the　wind　is　sighing　Through　the　reeds　that　skirt　the　pool；　All　around　looks　dead　or　dying；　Wrapt　in　sorrow；　clad　in　dool。

GLEE。

Roseate　colours　on　heaven's　high　arch　Are　beginning　to　mix　with　the　blue　and　the　gray；　Sol　now　commences　his　wonderful　march；　And　the　forests'　wing'd　denizens　sing　from　the　spray。　Gaily　the　rose　Is　seen　to　unclose　Each　of　her　leaves　to　the　brightening　ray。　Waves　on　the　lake　Rise；　sparkle；　and　break：　O　Venus；　O　Venus；　thy　shrine　is　prepar'd；　Far　down　in　the　valley　o'erhung　by　the　grove；　Where；　all　the　day；　Philomel　warbles；　unscar'd；　Her　silver…ton'd　ditty　of　pleasure　and　love。

Innocence　smiling　out…carrols　the　lark；　And　the　bosom　of　guilt　becomes　tranquil　again；　Nightmares　and　visions；　the　fiends　of　the　dark；　Have　abandon'd　the　blood　and　have　flown　from　the　brain。　Higher　the　sun　Up　heaven　has　run；　Beaming　so　fierce　that　we　feel　him　with　pain；　Man；　herb；　and　flower；　Droop　under　his　power。　O　Venus；　O　Venus；　thy　shrine　is　prepar'd；　Far　down　in　the　valley　o'erhung　by　the　grove　Where；　all　the　day；　Philomel　warbles；　unscar'd；　Her　silver…ton'd　ditty　of　pleasure　and　love。

MADNESS。

What　darkens；　what　darkens？'t　is　heaven's　high　roof：　What　lightens？'t　is　Heckla's　flame；　shooting　aloof：　The　proud；　the　majestic；　the　rugged　old　Thor；　The　mightiest　giant　the　North　ever　saw；　Transform'd　to　a　mountain；　stands　there　in　the　field；　With　ice　for　his　corslet；　and　rock　for　his　shield；　With　thunder　for　voice；　and　with　fire　for　tongue；　He　stands　there；　so　frightful；　with　vapour　o'erhung。　On　that　other　side　of　the　boisterous　sea　Black　Vulcan；　as　haughty　as　ever　was　he；　Stands；　chang'd　to　a　mountain；　call'd　Etna　by　name；　Which　belches　continually　oceans　of　flame。　Much　blood　have　they　spilt；　and　much　harm　have　they　done；　For　both；　when　the　ancient　religions　were　gone；　Combin'd　their　wild　strength　to　destroy　the　new　race；　Who　were　boldly　beginning　their　shrines　to　deface。　O；　Jesus　of　Nazareth；　draw　forth　the　blade　Of　vengeance；　and　speed　to　thy　worshippers'　aid；　Beat　down　the　old　gods；　cut　asunder　their　mail　…　Amen！brother　Christians；　why　look　ye　so　pale。



THE　VIOLET…GATHERER。　FROM　THE　DANISH　OF　OEHLENSLAEGER。



Pale　the　moon　her　light　was　shedding　O'er　the　landscape　far　and　wide；　Calmly　bright；　all　ills　undreading；　Emma　wander'd　by　my　side。

Night's　sad　birds　their　harsh　notes　utter'd；　Perching　low　among　the　trees；　Emma's　milk…white　kirtle　flutter'd　Graceful　in　the　rising　breeze：

Then；　in　sweetness　more　than　mortal；　Sang　a　voice　a　plaintive　air；　As　we　pass'd　the　church's　portal；　Lo；　a　ghostly　form　stood　there！

〃Emma；　come；　thy　mother's　calling；　Lone　I　lie　in　night　and　gloom；　Whilst　the　sun　a