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LESSON 2 Casabianca
第二课 卡萨布兰卡
The boy stood on the burning deck,
男孩站在灼热地甲板上，
Whence all but he had fled;
除他之外所有人都逃走了；
The flame, that lit the battle's wreck,
点燃战争残骸的火焰，
Shone round him—o'er the dead.
在他周身闪烁—还有死者。
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
然而他英勇地矗立在那儿，
As born to rule the storm;
好像生来就要统治这场风暴一样；
A creature of heroic blood,
这是英雄血统的产物，
A proud though child-like form!
以天真浪漫的方式展现出来的骄傲！
The flames rolled on—he would not go,
火焰席卷而来，
Without his father's word; —
但是没有父亲的命令，他不能离开。
That father, faint in death below,
那位父亲，在下面昏死过去，
His voice no longer heard.
没法发出声音
He called aloud: "Say, father! Say
他大声喊着：“说话啊，爸爸！
If yet my task is done?" —
我的任务是否已经完成？”
He knew not that the chieftain lay unconscious of his son.
他不知道这位首领已经毫无意识地躺下了。
"Speak, father!" once again he cried,
“说话啊，爸爸！”他再一次喊道，
"If I may yet be gone!
“我是否可以离开！”
And" —but the booming shots replied,
但是回应的却是快速地射击，
And fast the flames rolled on.
和飞速席卷而来的火焰。
Upon his brow he felt their breath,
他感觉到火焰的气息烧到眉毛，
And in his waving hair,
和他飘扬的头发里，
And looked from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair;
看向那些孤身战死的人，陷入了无声却是勇敢的绝望之中；
And shouted but once more aloud,
再一次更大声地喊道，
"My father! must I stay?"
“爸爸，我必须要留下吗？”
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
然而，大火通过船帆和横桅索迅速向他袭来，
The wreathing fires made way: they wrapped the ship in splendour wild,
这些大火把船只包裹成一片光亮的荒地，
They caught the flag on high,
高举着旗帜，
And streamed above the gallant child,
在这个英勇的男孩头上飘扬，
Like banners in the sky.
像在天空中的旗帜一样。
There came a burst of thunder sound, —
突然爆发出好似雷电的声音，
The boy! —oh, where was he?
这个男孩！—啊，他在哪儿？
Ask of the winds, that far around with fragments strewed the sea, —
问问风，散向大海的碎片散布在海面上，
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, that well had borne their part!
那些全都是负荷船只的部件，
But the noblest thing that perished there,
但是在那里摧毁地最高贵的东西，
Was that young faithful heart!
是这个年轻人忠实可靠的心灵！
—Mrs. Hemans
—海曼斯太太
