Jovehe'dsmile，朱币特他的笑（拜伦翻译贺拉斯的诗）
Aye，andtheredrightarmof
Jove，
Hurtlinghislightningsfrom
above，
Withallhisterrorsthere
unfurl'd，
Hewould，unmov'd，unaw'd，behold;
Theflamesofanexpiring
world，
Againincrashingchaos
roll'd，
Invastpromiscuousruin
hurl'd，
Mightlighthisgloriousfuneral
pile:
Stilldauntless'midstthewreckofearthhe'dsmile