13.I gazed on it with gloom and pain: nothing soft, nothing sweet, nothing pitying, or hopeful, or subduing did it inspire; only a grating anguish for her woes—not my loss—and a sombre tearless dismay at the fearfulness of death in such a form.
我忧郁而
苦地注视着它:它没有激发任何柔软、甜美、怜悯、希望或屈服的感觉; 只是因为
的不幸而感到刺耳的
苦——而不是我的损失——以及对以这种形式死亡的可怕性的忧郁的无泪的沮丧。机翻