血案迷踪 第180章 仰天长啸(1/2)

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但贵阳城市防空力量过于单薄，只是集中在一些工厂区和重要军政机关，根本遏制不了鬼子飞机对闹市区的轰炸！

在这一片嘈杂声中，梅教授显然没法再静心看书，他猛地站了起来，右手紧紧攥着《拜伦诗选》，左手握成拳头，高高举过头顶，厚厚镜片后面眼睛里充满了血丝，对着空中在高声诵读，鲁雪华听得出来，那是拜伦的名篇《哀希腊》，头顶敌机的嚎叫、不远处**的震撼，还有凄厉的防空警报声，都不能掩盖梅教授的激越又充满愤怒的吟诵！

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."

梅教授那悲愤激越的声音刺痛了每个人的心！这哪里是哀希腊？分明就是哀痛多灾多难的华夏！

透过爆炸声传过来的每一个字，足以让每个血性男儿热血澎湃！鲁雪华和刘玉梅再也忍受不住了，相互对望了一眼，一起从防空洞冲了过去，紧紧依靠在老师的身边，梅教授将《拜伦诗选》扔在椅子上，一手抓住一个他最钟爱的学生，一起高声背诵诗人拜伦泣血而作的不朽名篇：

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.

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'Tis something, in the dearth of fame,

Though link'd among a fetter'd race,

To feel at least a patriot's shame,

Even as I sing, suffuse my face;

For what is left the poet here?

For Greeks a blush---for Greece a tear.

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