捌.罪孽

thehought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen ser

而后在我眼中烟雾缭绕，无形香炉散播香雾

swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled oufted floor.

轻晃香炉的大天使的脚步轻响过植绒地板

“wretch,” i cried, “thy god hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

“不幸的人，”我嚷道，“这可是你的神灵给予你的—看在这为你而来的天使的份上”

respite—respite ahe from thy memories of lenore;

“停下，停下，再遗忘，遗忘你记忆中的丽诺尔，”

quaff, oh quaff this kihe and fet this lost lenore!”

痛饮吧，痛饮！饮下这忘忧药并遗忘那逝去的丽诺尔！”

"h the raven “nevermore.”

渡鸦说：永不复焉。

“prophet!” said i, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

“先知！”我说，“邪恶之物，仍是先知不管是鸟是魔”

by that heaven that bends above us—by that god we both adore—

看在苍穹之上的天堂份上—看在我们彼此仰慕的神明份上—

tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant aidenn,

告诉这满怀悲伤的魂灵，在那遥远的伊甸园中

it shall clasp a sainted maiden who

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