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第180章 仰天长啸
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但贵yang城市防空力量过于单薄,是只集中在一些工厂区和重要军政机关,gen本遏制不了鬼子机飞对闹市区的轰炸!
在这一片嘈杂声中,梅教授显然没法再静心看书,他猛地站了来起,右手jinjin攥着《拜lun诗选》,左手握成拳tou,⾼⾼举过touding,厚厚镜片后面yan睛里充満了⾎丝,对着空中在⾼声诵读,鲁雪华听得chu来,那是拜lun的名篇《哀希腊》,touding敌机的嚎叫、不远chu1炸弹的震撼,有还凄厉的防空警报声,都不能掩盖梅教授的激越又充満愤怒的昑诵!
THE isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,---
Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set。
The Scian and the Teian muse,
The hero"s harp, the lover"s lute,
H**e found the fame your shores refuse;
Their place of birth alone is mute
To sounds which echo further west
Than your sires" "Islands of the Blest。"
梅教授那悲愤激越的音声刺痛了每个人的心!这哪里是哀希腊?分明就是哀痛多灾多难的华夏!
透过炸爆声传过来的每个一字,⾜以让每个⾎xing男儿热⾎澎湃!鲁雪华和刘⽟梅再也忍受不住了,相互对望了一yan,起一从防空洞冲了去过,jinjin依靠在老师的⾝边,梅教授将《拜lun诗选》扔在椅子上,一手抓住个一他最钟爱的生学,起一⾼声背诵诗人拜lun泣⾎而作的不朽名篇:
The mountains look on Marathon---
And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dream"d that Greece might yet be free
For, standing on the Persians" gr**e,
I could not deem myself a sl**e。
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"Tis something, in the dearth of fame,
Though link"d among a fetter"d race,
To feel at least a patriot"s shame,
Even as I sing, suffuse my face;
For what is left the poet here?
For Greeks a blush---for Greece a tear。
Fill high the bowl with Samian w