Ode to Napoleon, Op. 41 - David Wilson-Johnson/Jeremy Denk.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Lord Byron
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Arnold Schönberg
[01:22.669]‘Tis done. But yesterday a king.
[01:30.192]And armed with a king to strive
[01:32.084]And now thou art a nameless thing.
[01:36.887]So abject yet alive.
[01:40.286]Is this the man of thousand thrones
[01:42.317]Who strewed our earth with hostile bones
[01:44.458]And can he thus survive?
[01:48.622]
[01:51.334]Since he miscalled the morning star
[01:55.367]Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.
[01:59.056]
[02:03.887]Ill minded man, why scourge thy kind
[02:08.039]Who bowed so low the knee?
[02:12.316]By gazing on thyself grown blind
[02:14.496]Thou taught the rest to see.
[02:21.509]With might unquestioned, power to save
[02:26.255]Thine only gift hath been the grave
[02:30.845]To those that worshipped thee.
[02:34.540]
[02:35.824]Nor till thy fall could mortals guess
[02:40.641]Ambitions less than littleness.
[02:44.219]
[02:45.160]Thanks for that lesson, it will teach
[02:49.294]To after warriors more
[02:50.453]than high Philosophy can preach
[02:52.854]And vainly preached before.
[02:54.965]That spell upon the minds of men
[02:58.259]breaks never to unite again
[03:00.580]That let them to adore
[03:01.828]
[03:02.399]Those pagoda things of sabres sway
[03:05.533]With fronts of brass, and feet of clay.
[03:09.686]
[03:11.793]Triumph and the vanity,
[03:15.584]The rupture of the strife,
[03:19.719]The earthquake voice of victory
[03:25.577]To thee the breath of life.
[03:27.233]The sword, the scepter, and that sway
[03:29.804]Which man seemed made but to obey
[03:31.352]Where with renown was to rife.
[03:33.524]
[03:34.128]All quelled. Dark spirit, what must be the madness
[03:39.909]Of thy memory, the desolater, desolate.
[03:50.874]
[03:51.335]The victor overthrown,
[03:53.189]The arbiter of others fate,
[03:58.580]A suppliant for his own.
[04:17.178]Is it some yet imperial hope
[04:19.444]That with such change can calmly cope,
[04:24.973]Or dread of death alone,
[04:26.450]
[04:29.634]To die a prince or live a slave,
[04:37.112]Thy choice is most ignobly brave.
[04:40.190]
[05:12.862]He who of old would rend the oak
[05:15.360]Dreamed not of the rebound
[05:17.411]Chained by the trunk he vainly broke
[05:20.592]Alone how looked he round?
[05:25.316]Thou in the sternness of thy strength
[05:30.144]An equal deed hast done at length
[05:34.547]And darker fate hast found
[05:39.279]
[05:41.319]He fell, the forest prowlers pray
[05:45.407]But thou must eat thy heart away!
[05:48.266]
[05:55.439]The Roman, when his burning heart
[05:58.046]Was slaked with blood of Rome
[06:00.478]Threw down the dagger dared depart
[06:03.300]In savage grandeur, home.
[06:05.461]He dared depart in utter scorn
[06:07.150]Of men, that such a yoke had born
[06:09.883]Yet left him such a doom.
[06:11.013]
[06:12.197]His only glory was that hour
[06:14.423]Of self upheld abandoned power,
[06:17.537]
[06:21.837]The Spaniard, when the lust of sway
[06:25.315]Has lost its quickening spell
[06:28.589]Cast crowns for rosaries away
[06:32.744]An empire for a cell,
[06:36.502]A strict accountant of his beads
[06:40.201]A subtle disputant on creeds
[06:43.071]His dotage trifled well
[06:45.064]
[06:46.845]Yet better had he neither known
[06:50.007]a bigot’s shrine, Nor despots throne.
[06:54.240]
[07:26.493]But thou, from thy reluctant hand
[07:33.719]The thunderbolt is wrung
[07:36.375]To late thou leave the high command
[07:39.721]To which thy weakness clung
[07:43.237]All evil spirit as thou art
[07:46.135]It is enough to grieve the heart
[07:49.249]To see thine own unstrung
[07:51.941]
[07:52.949]To think that god’s fair world hath been
[07:54.501]the foot stool of a thing so mean.
[07:57.562]
[07:59.136]And earth hath spilt her blood for him
[08:01.997]Who thus can hoard his own.
[08:07.231]And monarchs bowed the trembling limb
[08:11.404]And thanked him for a throne.
[08:17.701]Fair freedom, we may hold thee dear
[08:22.658]When thus thy mightiest foes
[08:25.769]Their fear in humblest guise has shown.
[08:28.810]
[08:29.381]Oh, never may tyrant leave behind
[08:33.386]A brighter name to lure mankind.
[08:36.461]
[08:38.819]Thy evil deeds are writ in gore
[08:41.817]Not written thus in vain
[08:47.389]Thy triumph tell of fame no more
[08:49.462]Or deepen every stain
[08:53.531]If thou hadst died as honor dies
[08:59.608]Some new napoleon might arise
[09:03.632]To shame the world again.
[09:05.786]
[09:06.888]But who would soar the solar height
[09:09.630]To set in such a starless night?
[09:13.892]
[09:27.517]Weighed in the balance, hero dust
[09:30.255]Is vile as vulgar clay
[09:34.655]Thy scales mortality are just
[09:38.393]To all that pass away.
[09:44.409]But yet me thought the living great
[09:47.897]Some higher sparks should animate
[09:51.048]To dazzle and dismay.
[09:53.364]
[09:56.229]Nor deemed contempt could thus
[09:57.949]Make mirth of these
[09:58.897]
[09:59.472]The conquerors of the earth
[10:14.615]And she proud Austria’s mournful flower
[10:21.986]Thy still imperial bride
[10:24.533]Now bears her breast the torturing hour
[10:27.447]Still clings she to thy side?
[10:29.972]Must she too bend, must she too share
[10:34.564]Thy late repentance long despair
[10:39.336]Thou throne less homicide
[10:42.290]
[10:42.829]If still she loves thee, hoard that gem
[10:47.264]‘Tis worth thy vanished diadem
[10:49.588]
[10:51.167]Then haste thee to thy sullen isle
[10:54.996]And gaze up on the sea
[11:00.775]That element may meet thy smile
[11:03.004]It never was ruled by thee.
[11:07.454]Or trace with thine all idle hand
[11:10.998]In loitering mood upon the sand
[11:15.536]That earth is now as free.
[11:17.768]
[11:18.323]That Corinth pedagogue hath now
[11:20.795]Transferred his by word to thy brow
[11:23.685]
[11:24.762]Thou Timour in his captive cage
[11:27.601]What thoughts will there be thine
[11:31.529]While brooding in thy prisoned rage
[11:34.246]But one “The world was mine”
[11:39.662]Unless like he of Babylon
[11:41.513]All sense is with thy scepter gone
[11:43.760]Life will not long confine
[11:45.406]
[11:45.833]That spirit poured so widely forth
[11:49.240]So long obeyed so little worth
[11:51.324]
[11:51.956]Or like the thief of fire from heaven
[11:59.074]Wilt thou withstand the shock
[12:02.024]And share with him the unforgiven
[12:05.004]His vulture and his rock
[12:11.573]Foredoomed by god by man accurst
[12:14.387]And that last act, though not thy worst
[12:16.281]The very Fiends arch mock
[12:17.695]
[12:19.266]He in his fall preserved his pride
[12:23.584]And if a mortal had as proudly died
[12:30.902]
[12:37.104]There was a day, there was an hour
[12:41.982]While earth was Gaul’s, Gaul thine
[12:45.173]when what immeasurable power
[12:47.648]Unstated to resign
[12:49.645]had been an act of purer fame than gathers
[12:51.950]Round Marengo’s name and gilded thy decline
[12:55.171]
[12:55.751]Throughout the long twilight of all time
[12:59.671]Despite some passing clouds of crime
[13:04.342]
[13:09.915]But thou for sooth, must be a king
[13:17.260]And don the purple vest as if that foolish
[13:20.221]Robe could wring remembrance from
[13:23.309]Thy breast, where is that faded garment
[13:28.977]Where the gewgaws thou were fond to wear
[13:30.965]The star, the string the crest?
[13:33.320]Vain froward child of empire
[13:35.295]Say are all thy playthings snatched away
[13:51.523]Where may the wearied eye repose
[13:59.315]When gazing on the great
[14:03.852]Where neither guilty glory glows
[14:07.919]Nor despicable state
[14:10.644]
[14:12.018]Yes, one the first the last the best
[14:19.714]The Cincinnatus of the west
[14:22.969]Whom envy dared not hate
[14:27.080]Bequeathed the name of Washington
[14:33.803]To make man blush
[14:37.827]There was but one!