颂河山英文

And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home, Where the river runs those giant hills between; I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam, But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen." So he went -- they found the horses by the big mimosa clump -- They raced away towards the mountain's brow, And the old man gave his orders, "Boys, go at them from the jump, No use to try for fancy riding now. And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right. Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills, For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight, If once they gain the shelter of those hills." So Clancy rode to wheel them -- he was racing on the wing Where the best and boldest riders take their place, And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face. Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash, But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view, And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash, And off into the mountain scrub they flew. Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black Resounded to the thunder of their tread, And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead. And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way, Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide; And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day, No man can hold them down the other side." When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull, It well might make the boldest hold their breath, The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full Of wombat holes, and any slip was death. But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head, And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer, And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed, While the others stood and watched in very fear. He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet, He cleared the fallen timber in his stride, And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat -- It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride. Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground, Down the hillside at a racing pace he went; And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound, At the bottom of that terrible descent. He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill, And the watchers on the mountain standing mute, Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still, As he raced across the clearing in pursuit. Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet, With the man from Snowy River at their heels. And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam. He followed like a bloodhound on their track, Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home, And alone and unassisted brought them back. But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot, He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur; But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot, For never yet was mountain horse a cur. And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise Their torn and rugged battlements on high, Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze At midnight in the cold and frosty sky, And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide, The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day, And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.我要出门去了，四个小时内帮你翻译好，绝对不是用翻译器的，可以等我吗？ :)

A：农场里渐渐骚动起来， 因为一则消息已经传开了，一匹价值1000英镑的雄性赛马从马场逃离，并且加入了野马群里，因此所有高手云集起来，只为找回这匹赛马。远近闻名的或不闻名的所有骑手，一夜之间齐聚在农场附近，他们喜欢去挑战野马群所在地的艰险骑行，牧马们也欣喜若狂的闻嗅着这场战役的味道。 B:骑手中有位叫哈里森的，骑着他的马儿Pardon获得赛马的奖杯也赢得一笔钱，还有一位头发雪白的老人（Clancy）；但当他热血高涨的骑行时，没人可以超越他，他可以骑行去到任何一个野马和人类能去的地方。来自overflow 的Clancy也过来帮忙了，再没有比他能更好驾驭马的骑手了，当他把马鞍和肚带驾到马上时，没有马可以挣脱，因为他从小在平原上放牧时就骑马。 C:其中还有一个年轻人，骑着一只小而瘦弱的马，它有点像一匹小型的赛马，也有点像帝汶小马——至少三分之一是纯种马，这些都是山地骑手所珍视的。他又硬又结实，是不会轻言放弃的。在他快速急促的脚步中蕴含着一种勇气，他明亮如火的眼睛里深藏着勇敢的标志，他骄傲的昂着头颅， 神气十足。D:年轻人和他的马如此的瘦弱，使人不得不怀疑他能否留下来参与此次行动，一位老骑手说“年轻人和他的马永远也做不到，因为这是一次又长又艰险的疾驰， 骑手告诉年轻人带着他的马离开这些山路太远太崎岖。” 年轻人和他的马难过的站在一旁---只有Clancy站出来为他说话--“我觉得我们应该让他留下我保证他会一直跟我们坚持到最后，因为年轻人和他的马都来自山地乡村最艰苦的地方。”E:“他冒着冰雹从雪河山而来， 爬上科西阿斯科（Kosciusko）山的一侧，那里的山脉比这里要陡峭两倍也要崎岖两倍，马蹄阵阵，每一步都踩在打火石上的火光上，这个年轻人能安全过来已经是非常不错了。而且雪河山上的骑手们在山上建立家园，在那高大的山谷间，河水奔流着；从我开始放牧，我见过无数的骑手，但是从来没见过这样一个骑手。 F：于是他跟着大家就去了——他们在一大丛含羞草旁边找到了马群---他们向着山脊飞奔去，老人命令道：“孩子们，快马加鞭的去追赶吧，现在慢悠悠的骑马没用了。Clancy，你必须把它们引领到正确的方向。勇敢地骑吧，小伙子，不要惧怕摔倒，因为一旦它们找到了那些山的庇护， 就没有哪个骑手能把找到这些野马了。”G:于是Clancy带着他们开始了追逐--他飞一般的骑着马，骑术高超的骑手们也紧随其后，，克兰西绕过野马，跑到前面，在空中抽出鞭子，与野马们面对面地把它们聚集在一起。马匹停了下来，被挥舞的鞭子吓得退缩着，但它们瞥见了远处的山脉，在挥舞的鞭子下猛冲出去，冲进了远处山脉的丛林中。 H：然后骑手快速跟上，进入深黑峡谷中，谷中回响着他们如雷霆般的马蹄声， 挥动的长鞭划破山谷，在悬崖和峭壁之间猛烈地响着回音， 野马领他们往上，一直往上骑行，那里尘土飞扬，危林耸立农场主恶狠狠地咕哝着：“我们或许应该祈祷那群野马不要往山顶或者另一侧跑去，一旦这样就没有人能抓住它们。” I：当他们达到山顶，连Clancy也为了壮胆喝了几口酒，这险象让最勇敢的人也屏住呼吸；野生的啤酒花灌木丛长得茂盛，被它隐藏的地面全是wombat的洞穴，一不小心摔倒就会死亡；但是来自雪河山的他挥舞着他的鞭子， 让马儿疾驰并且欢呼起来，他和他的马儿飞快地跑下山就像急流冲下河床，而其他人则十分在恐惧中驻立看着他。 J：尽管飞沙走石，但是他和马儿仍在飞奔，他突破周围一切的阻碍，那从雪河山来的人却从没从马上摔下--看到他这样的骑术简直太震惊了，他穿过婆娑的树林和踏过崎岖的路面，俯冲向下，直到他安然无恙的停在了可怕的斜坡底部，他才拉住缰绳。 K：当野马群跑到更高的山头时，他追到了马群中停留在山上的骑手们站在那里屏息凝视着， 当他飞奔追赶时，他仍然在野马群里猛烈地挥舞着鞭子，然后在两个山沟的交汇处，暂时失去了他们的踪迹但在山间，最后一瞥却发现在一个昏暗而遥远的山坡上，野马仍在奔跑来自雪河山的牧马人也紧追不舍。 L：他单枪匹马地追赶它们，一直追到白茫茫的雪河山上， 他像猎犬一样追随野马群的足迹直到它们停了下来，他挥动马鞭让领头马掉头回牧场， 独自一人将它们带回来。但他那匹坚韧的山地小马却累得几乎无法小跑起来，它从臀部到肩膀都被马刺刺得鲜血淋漓但他的毅力依然不减，他的勇气依旧火热。因为山地小马从来会被打败。 M：从长满松树的科西阿斯科（Kosciusko）山峰下去，他们艰险而曲折的故事在高处回响（被人们传颂），那里的空气干净透明，星星发出夺目的光芒午夜里在冰冷寒凉的天空下，周围的大片的芦苇摇随风摆着绵延起伏的平原非常广阔，那从雪河山来的人成为今天人们家喻户晓的英雄，牧民们骑在马背上传唱他的故事。