Robert Southey - His Books 汉译

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   Around me I behold,

Where’er these casual eyes are cast,

   The mighty minds of old:

My never-failing friends are they,

With whom I converse day by day.

With them I take delight in weal

   And seek relief in woe;

And while I understand and feel

   How much to them I owe,

My cheeks have often been bedew’d

With tears of thoughtful gratitude.

My thoughts are with the Dead; with them

   I live in long-past years,

Their virtues love, their faults condemn,

   Partake their hopes and fears;

And from their lessons seek and find

Instruction with a humble mind.

My hopes are with the Dead; anon

   My place with them will be,

And I with them shall travel on

   Through all Futurity;

Yet leaving here a name, I trust,

That will not perish in the dust.