Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

I see him as he is—without a screen; And, by the gods, my soul abhors his mien!

我看到他本来的面目——毫无遮掩；凭众神起誓，我的灵魂厌恶他的神态！

I weep for mortal suffering, mortal guilt, I weep the impious deed, the blood self-spilt.

我为凡人的苦难流泪，为凡人的罪过流泪，我为那亵渎之举、为那自流的鲜血流泪。