On some fond breast the parting soul relies,

Some pious drops the closing eye requires;

Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,

Ev'n in our Ashes live their wonted Fires.

魂魄虽已去，犹赖热心肩，

若无字几行，死者难闭眼;

即从坟墓里，灵魂出声喊，

即在我灰中，其火惯常燃。

For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,

Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;

If chance, by lonely contemplation led,

Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,

死者虽平凡，君不视等闲，

以诗句行行，讲故事寡淡，

设若有一天，孤寂冥想牵，

有心类君者，将君命运探，

Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say,

'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away

To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

白头乡村汉，或作如是言：

黎明头初探，我常将他见，

急急脚步赶，晨露尽踏翻，

高坡草地去，为会太阳面。

'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech

That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,

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