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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、不远处炸弹的震撼，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，
h**e 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" gr**e，
i could not deem myself a sl**e。
"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 ... -->>
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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、不远处炸弹的震撼，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，
h**e 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" gr**e，
i could not deem myself a sl**e。
"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 ... -->>
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