Jovehe'dsmile，朱币特他的笑（拜伦翻译贺拉斯的诗）

    Aye，andtheredrightarmof

    Jove，

    Hurtlinghislightningsfrom

    above，

    Withallhisterrorsthere

    unfurl'd，

    Hewould，unmov'd，unaw'd，behold;

    Theflamesofanexpiring

    world，

    Againincrashingchaos

    roll'd，

    Invastpromiscuousruin

    hurl'd，

    Mightlighthisgloriousfuneral

    pile:

    Stilldauntless'midstthewreckofearthhe'dsmile