Horace, Ode 17, Bk. V.
HOW comes it that, at even-tide.
?When level beams should show most truth.
Man, failing, takes unfailing pride
?In memories of his frolic youth?
Venus and Liber fill their hour;
?The games engage, the law-courts prove;
Till hardened life breeds love of power
?Or Avarice1, Age’s final love.
Yet at the end, these comfort not —
?Nor any triumph Fate decrees —
Compared with glorious, unforgot —
?ten innocent enormities
Of frontless days before the beard.
?When, instant on the casual jest.
The God Himself of Mirth appeared
?And snatched us to His heaving breast.
And we — not caring who He was
?But certain He would come again —
Accepted all He brought to pass
?As Gods accept the lives of men . . .
Then He withdrew from sight and speech.
?Nor left a shrine2. How comes it now.
While Charon’s keel grates on the beach.
?He calls so clear: ‘Rememberest thou?’?
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n.贪婪;贪心 | |
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n.圣地,神龛,庙;v.将...置于神龛内,把...奉为神圣 | |
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