ثرية
15-11-2007, 06:06 PM
بليز يا ناس يا عالم أحتاج خدمع كبيــــــــــــــــــــــ ــــره منكم
عندي شرح شعر يوم الاحد و لا عندي كلمه ....ولا حاجه عن الشعر
هذي الابيات و بليز اذا تقدرون تساعدوني
CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE by lord byron
XVI
136 Self-exil'd Harold wanders forth again,
137 With nought of hope left, but with less of gloom;
138 The very knowledge that he lived in vain,
139 That all was over on this side the tomb,
140 Had made Despair a smilingness assume,
141 Which, though 'twere wild--as on the plunder'd wreck
142 When mariners would madly meet their doom
143 With draughts intemperate on the sinking deck--,
144Did yet inspire a cheer, which he forbore to check.
XVII
145 Stop!--for thy tread is on an Empire's dust!
146 An Earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below!
147 Is the spot mark'd with no colossal bust?
148 Nor column trophied for triumphal show?
149 None; but the moral's truth tells simpler so:
150 As the ground was before, thus let it be;
151 How that red rain hath made the harvest grow!
152 And is this all the world has gain'd by thee,
153Thou first and last of fields! king-making Victory?
XVIII
154 And Harold stands upon this place of skulls,
155 The grave of France, the deadly Waterloo!
156 How in an hour the power which gave annuls
157 Its gifts, transferring fame as fleeting too!
158 In "pride of place" here last the Eagle flew,
159 Then tore with bloody talon the rent plain,
160 Pierc'd by the shaft of banded nations through;
161 Ambition's life and labours all were vain;
162He wears the shatter'd links of the world's broken chain.
و اي مساعده بتكون دليل على حسن أخلاقكم معي ....و شكرا
عندي شرح شعر يوم الاحد و لا عندي كلمه ....ولا حاجه عن الشعر
هذي الابيات و بليز اذا تقدرون تساعدوني
CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE by lord byron
XVI
136 Self-exil'd Harold wanders forth again,
137 With nought of hope left, but with less of gloom;
138 The very knowledge that he lived in vain,
139 That all was over on this side the tomb,
140 Had made Despair a smilingness assume,
141 Which, though 'twere wild--as on the plunder'd wreck
142 When mariners would madly meet their doom
143 With draughts intemperate on the sinking deck--,
144Did yet inspire a cheer, which he forbore to check.
XVII
145 Stop!--for thy tread is on an Empire's dust!
146 An Earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below!
147 Is the spot mark'd with no colossal bust?
148 Nor column trophied for triumphal show?
149 None; but the moral's truth tells simpler so:
150 As the ground was before, thus let it be;
151 How that red rain hath made the harvest grow!
152 And is this all the world has gain'd by thee,
153Thou first and last of fields! king-making Victory?
XVIII
154 And Harold stands upon this place of skulls,
155 The grave of France, the deadly Waterloo!
156 How in an hour the power which gave annuls
157 Its gifts, transferring fame as fleeting too!
158 In "pride of place" here last the Eagle flew,
159 Then tore with bloody talon the rent plain,
160 Pierc'd by the shaft of banded nations through;
161 Ambition's life and labours all were vain;
162He wears the shatter'd links of the world's broken chain.
و اي مساعده بتكون دليل على حسن أخلاقكم معي ....و شكرا