Oh,the torment bred in the race ,
the grinding scream of death
and the stroke that hits the vein
the haemorrhage none can staunch ,the grief,
the curse no man can bear
But there is a cure in the house
and not outside it ,no,
not from others but from them
their bloody strife.we sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.
Now hear ,you blissful powers underground-
answer the call ,send help.
Bless the children ,give them triumph now.
Aeschylus,The Libation Bearers
Death is but crossing the world,as friends do the sea;they live in one another still .For they must needs be present ,that love and live in that which is omnipresent.In this divine glass they see face to face;and their converse is free,as well as pure.This is the comfort of friends,that though they may be said to die,yet their friendship and society are,in the best sense,ever present,because immortal.
William Penn ,More Fruits of Solitude
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the grinding scream of death
and the stroke that hits the vein
the haemorrhage none can staunch ,the grief,
the curse no man can bear
But there is a cure in the house
and not outside it ,no,
not from others but from them
their bloody strife.we sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.
Now hear ,you blissful powers underground-
answer the call ,send help.
Bless the children ,give them triumph now.
Aeschylus,The Libation Bearers
Death is but crossing the world,as friends do the sea;they live in one another still .For they must needs be present ,that love and live in that which is omnipresent.In this divine glass they see face to face;and their converse is free,as well as pure.This is the comfort of friends,that though they may be said to die,yet their friendship and society are,in the best sense,ever present,because immortal.
William Penn ,More Fruits of Solitude
请哪位英语高超的哥哥姐姐帮我翻译翻译
不甚感激~~~~~~
