اقتباس المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة أمل محمد

اختيارٌ موفّق وترجمةٌ رائعة

أحسنتَ حين وضعت لنا النصّ الأصلي لـ نستفيد أكثر ..

شكرًا لكَ ~ أ. حسن حجازي

ON DEATH
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The pale , the cold , and the moony smile
Which are the meteor beam of a starless night
Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle,
Ere the dawning of morn’s undoubted light,
Is a flame of life so fickle and wan
That flits round our steps till their strength is gone .
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O man ! hold thee on in courage of soul
Through the stromy shades of the worldly way,
And the billows of cloud that around thee roll
Shall sleep in the light of a wondrous day,
Where Hell and Heaven shall leave thee free
To a universe of destiny .
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This world is the nurse of all we know,
This world is the mother of all we feel,
And the coming of death is a fearful blow
To a brain unencompassed with nerves of steel ;
When all that we know , or feel , or see ,
Shall pass like as unreal mystery .
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The secret things of the grave are there
Where all but this frame must surely be ,
Through the fine-wrought eye and the wondrous ear
No longer will live to hear or to see
All that is great and all that is strange
In the boundless realm of unending change .
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Who telleth a tale of unspeaking death ?
Who lifteth the veil of what is to come ?
Who painteth the shadows that are beneath
The wide-winding caves of the peopled tomb ?
Or uniteth the hopes of what shall be
With the fears and the love for that which we see

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