The Isles of Greece - Lord Byron

[00:00.000] 作词 : Lord Byron
[00:00.695]the isles of Greece by Byron
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[00:04.202]The isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!
[00:07.197]Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
[00:10.205]Where grew the arts of war and peace,
[00:12.955]Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
[00:16.195]Eternal summer gilds them yet,
[00:18.703]But all, except their sun, is set.
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[00:22.454]The mountains look on Marathon —
[00:24.448]And Marathon looks on the sea;
[00:26.944]And musing there an hour alone,
[00:29.202]I dream'd that Greece might still be free;
[00:32.450]For standing on the Persians' grave,
[00:35.201]I could not deem myself a slave.
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[00:38.950]A king sate on the rocky brow
[00:41.205]Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis;
[00:44.453]And ships, by thousands, lay below,
[00:47.194]And men in nations; — all were his!
[00:50.201]He counted them at break of day —
[00:53.950]And when the sun set where were they?
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[00:56.204]And where are they? and where art thou,
[00:58.455]My country? On thy voiceless shore
[01:01.696]The heroic lay is tuneless now —
[01:04.204]The heroic bosom beats no more!
[01:07.200]And must thy lyre, so long divine,
[01:09.966]Degenerate into hands like mine?
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[01:13.202]'Tis something, in the dearth of fame,
[01:15.698]Though link'd among a fetter'd race,
[01:17.698]To feel at least a patriot's shame,
[01:20.445]Even as I sing, suffuse my face;
[01:23.452]For what is left the poet here?
[01:25.709]For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear.
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[01:29.201]Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
[01:31.951]Our virgins dance beneath the shade —
[01:34.704]I see their glorious black eyes shine;
[01:37.700]But gazing on each glowing maid,
[01:40.196]My own the burning tear-drop laves,
[01:42.704]To think such breasts must suckle slaves
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[01:47.196]Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
[01:50.204]Where nothing, save the waves and I,
[01:52.701]May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
[01:55.949]There, swan-like, let me sing and die:
[01:58.653]A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine —
[02:01.906]Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!