詩歌賞析：A Part of an Ode

　　A Part of an Ode

　　IT is not growing like a tree

　　In bulk doth make man better be;

　　Or standing long an oak three hundred year

　　To fall a log at last dry bald and sere：

　　A lily of a day

　　Is fairer far in May

　　Although it fall and die that night;

　　It was the plant and flower of light.

　　In small proportions we just beauties see;

　　And in short measures life may perfect be.

　　Call noble Lucius then for wine

　　And let thy looks with gladness shine：

　　Accept this garland plant it on thy head

　　And think—nay know—thy Morison 's not dead.

　　He leap'd the present age

　　Possest with holy rage

　　To see that bright eternal Day

　　Of which we Priests and Poets say

　　Such truths as we expect for happy men;

　　And there he lives with memory—and Ben

　　Jonson： who sung this of him ere he went

　　Himself to rest

　　Or tast a part of that full joy he meant