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美汇入她的举止,美溶进她的眼神;美在乌黑的发际游弋,美在灿烂的脸上逡巡She Walks in BeautyShe walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.By George Gordon乔治#86;戈登#86;拜伦(George Gordon Byron 88—18)英国诗人这首名诗是一篇至美的颂词“她”的外表、举止直到内心都达到了美的极致其实,这首诗本身的节奏、韵式以及语言的运用也可以说达到了美的极致完整版的本诗还包括下面的部分One shade more, one ray less,Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightens o’er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet expressHow pure, how dear their dwelling-place.And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,So soft, so calm, yet eloquentThe smiles that win, the tints that glow.But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent! 6。

  • Remember, my son, you have to work. Whether you handle a pick or a pen, a wheel-barrow or a set of books, digging ditches or editing a paper, ringing an auction bell or writing funny things, you must work. If you look around you will see the men who are the most able to live the rest of their days without work are the men who work the hardest. Don't be afraid of killing yourself with overwork. It is beyond your power to do that on the sunny side of thirty. They die sometimes, but it is because they quit work at six in the evening, and do not go home until two in the morning. It’s the interval that kills, my son. The work gives you an appetite your meals; it lends solidity to your slumbers, it gives you a perfect and grateful appreciation of a holiday. 谨记,我的年轻人,你们必须工作.不管你是使锄头还是用笔,也不管是推手推车还是编记账簿,也不管你是种地还是编辑报纸,是拍卖师亦或是作家,都必须有一份工作,并为之努力奋斗.如果仔细观察周围的人,你就会发现,那些工作最努力的人最有可能安享晚年而无须去工作.不要害怕超负荷的工作会缩短你的寿命,不足三十岁的年龄,你的承受能力远不止如此.如果说真的有人过早送命,那完全是因为他们在晚上六点结束工作,却要在外流连到凌晨两点才归家.我的年轻人,正是晚上六点到凌晨两点的这段时间的生活毁了他们自己.工作会增加你的食欲,工作会使你安然入睡,工作将会使你心满意足地享受假日 There are young men who do not work, but the world is not proud of them. It does not know their names, even it simply speaks of them as “old So-and-So’s boy”. Nobody likes them; the great, busy world doesn’t know that they are there. So find out what you want to be and do, and take off your coat and make a dust in the world. The busier you are, the less harm you will be apt to get into, the sweeter will be your sleep, the brighter and happier your holidays, and the better satisfied will the world be with you. 有的年轻人不工作,但世界并不会因他们自豪它不知道他们的姓名,甚至简单地将他们概括为“老令人讨厌者的男孩 ” 没有人喜欢他们;伟大,繁忙的世界不知道他们在那里,找出哪些你想成为和做的,脱下你的外衣,把粉尘抛在世界上越是繁忙的你越是少受伤害,甜蜜将成为您的睡眠,光明和幸福着您的假期,更好地满足你的意志世界 8。
  • A Casement High and Triple-Arch’d There Was A casement high and triple-arch’d there was, All garlanded with carven imag’ries Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth’s deep-damask’d wings; And in the midst, ’mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush’d with blood of queens and kings. Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline’s fair breast, As down she knelt heaven’s grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint She seem’d a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, heaven—Porphyro grew faint She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint. 01。
  • A Special OccasionMy brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package.“This,”he said,“is not a slip.This is lingerie1).”He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip.It was exquisite,silk,handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace.The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached.“Jan bought this the first time we went to New York,at least 8or9years ago.She never wore it.She was saving it a special occasion.”Well,I guess this is the occasion.He took the slip from me and put it on the bed,with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician).His hands lingered on the soft material a moment,then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me.“Don't ever save anything a special occasion.Every day you're alive is a special occasion.”I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death.I thought about them on the plane returning to Calinia from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives.I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done.I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special.I'm still thinking about his words,and they've changed the weeds in the garden.I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings.Whenever possible,life should be a pattern of experience to savour3),not endure.I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.I'm not “saving” anything;we use our good china and crystal every special event such as losing a pound,getting the sink unstopped,the first camellia) blossom...I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it.My theory is if I look prosperous,I can shell out5) $28.49 one small bag of groceries without wincing.I'm not saving my good perfume special parties;clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party going friends.“Someday” and “one of these days” are losing their grip6) on my vocabulary.If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing,I want to see and hear and do it now.I'm not sure what my sister would've done had she know that she wouldn't be here the tomorrow we all take granted.I think she would have called family members and a few close friends.She might have called a few mer friends to apologize and mend fences past squabbles7). I like to think she would have gone out a Chinese dinner,her favorite food.I'm guessing.I'll never know.It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited.Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with someday.Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days.Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them.I'm trying very hard not to put off,hold back,or save anything that would add laughter and lustre8) to our lives.And every morning when I open my eyes,I tell myself that every day,every minute,every breath truly,is...a gift from God. 970。
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