高二英語教案：《Unit 4 A garden of poems》教學(xué)設(shè)計(jì)（三）(4)
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he is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
that lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
but still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
if we who sight along it round the world,
see nothing worthy to have been its mark,
it is because like men we look too near,
forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
our missiles always make too short an arc.
they fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
the curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
they make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
but this we know, the obstacle that checked
and tripped the body, shot the spirit on
further than target ever showed or shone.
the isles of greece
george gordon byron
the isles of greece! the isles of greece!
where burning sappho loved and sung,
where grew the arts of war and peace, --
where delos rose and phoebus sprung!
eternal summer gilds them yet,
but all, except their sun, is set.
the scian and the teian muse,
the hero's harp, the lover's lute,
have found the fame your shores refuse;
their place of birth alone is mute
to sounds which echo further west
than your sires' "islands of the blest."
the mountains look on marathon --
and marathon looks on the sea;
and musing there an hour alone,
i dream'd that greece might yet be free
for, standing on the persians' grave,
i could not deem myself a slave.
