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名篇欣赏 （走近纯正英语） almaling 主题：泰戈尔:《飞鸟集》 之九 http://sl.iciba.com/viewthread-85-340274-1.shtml １５１ 神的巨大的威权是在柔和的微风里，而不在狂风暴雨之中。 God’s great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. ...... １５４ 采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。 By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower. ...... 主题：《乱世佳人》经典台词 Gone With The Wind http://sl.iciba.com/viewthread-16-325071-1.shtml 3.Whatever comes, I’ll love you, just as I do now. Until I die. 无论发生什么事,我都会像现在一样爱你,直到永远。 4.I think it’s hard winning a war with words. 我认为纸上谈兵没什么作用。 。 。 。 。 。 > . 。 http://sl.iciba.com/viewthread-2-340760-1.shtml 名篇欣赏 （走近纯正英语） 12 楼 起 http://sl.iciba.com/viewthread-2-415875-1.shtml 名篇欣赏 （走近纯正英语） [续1] http://sl.iciba.com/viewthread-2-428804-1.shtml 名篇欣赏 （走近纯正英语） [续2] . . 最后由 小小诗鬼 于 2008-04-17 06:52:18编辑 |
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It was not until after the birth of both his。。 III It was not until after the birth of both his Soon swing the gun towards the enemy and fire 把炮口转向敌人开火 Huge cranes are swinging cargo up. 巨大的起重机正在吊运货物。
Tears there
The police used torture to extort a confession from him. 警察对他用刑逼供。 He extorted a promise from me. 他硬要我答应。
the established religion [英]国教 natural [revealed] religion 自然[天启]教 the life of religion 修道生活
Mrs. Barfield's goodness was even as a light upon her little oval Esther was attracted by the magnetism of racial and A glow of happiness filled Esther's http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html ... |
my happiest recollections III That evening is one of my happiest recollections. 那晚是给我最愉快记忆的夜晚之一。
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She answered her mistress's questions in sweet
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She was alone with her suffering, It was hard to persuade her to speak, but even
There are many humorous allusions to human foibles in the drama. 剧中多处幽默地提到人类的弱点。 His writings are full of classical allusions. 他的著作里用了很多典故。 1. Charlie become the victim of this persecution. 2. Persecution only rendered them more resolute in their struggle.
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Defeat demoralized the army III There are the homeless, lost and roaming---there are children who have nothing, no love and no normalcy---there are those who cannot free themselves of enslavement to whatever addiction; drugs, welfare, the demoralization that rules the slums. 有无家可归者，穷途潦倒，到处流浪，——还有些孩子被剥夺了一切，没有爱，没有正常生活条件——还有沉溺于各种积习不能自拔的人们：吸毒，寄生，泛滥于贫民窟的堕落行为。
Defeat demoralized the army. 失败使军队士气低落。
Every Sunday after our Bible
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The fox succeeded in eluding the hunters. 狐狸成功地逃脱了猎人的追捕。 记不起 The actor's name eludes me for the moment. (喻)
我一时想不起那男演员的名字了。
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erudition came from long years of study erudition came from long years of study IV Mrs. Of Mr. Leopold she
He passed along Ginger used to go there to 5． The professor's erudition came from long years of study. Among the pantry people Mr. 4． They fancied themselves learned and assumed airs of erudition. …. |
chuckled at the funny story chuckled at the funny story IV His reminiscences of the races of thirty years ago were full of interest; he had seen the great horses whose names live in the stud-book, the horses the Gaffer had owned, had trained, had ridden, and he was full of anecdote concerning them and the Gaffer. Praise of his father's horsemanship always caused a cloud to gather on Ginger's face, and when he left the pantry Swindles chuckled. He chuckled at the funny story. 他听了这个滑稽故事后轻声地笑了。 "Whenever I wants to get a rise out of Ginger I says, 'Ah, we shall never see another gentleman jock who can use the whip at a finish like the Governor in his best days.'" She gave a chuckle of delight. 她高兴得笑出声来. I could hear him chuckling to himself as he read that funny article. 我听到他一边念那篇有趣的文章一边轻轻地笑。 …. http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html …… |
Everyone delighted in the pantry Everyone delighted in the pantry
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她目不转睛地注视著.
我父亲有说不完的趣事.
William was very proud of his right of entry. But when Mrs. Latch learnt that he ….
that might be required. It seemed to combine the usefulness of a hardware shop and a drug store. The pantry had its etiquette and its discipline. Jockey boys were rarely admitted, unless with the intention of securing their services for the cleaning of boots or knives. William was very proud of his right of entry. But when Mrs. Latch learnt that he …. |
Mrs. Barfield shared her cook's horror of the pantry, and often spoke of Mr. Leopold as "that little man." Although outwardly the family butler, he had never ceased to be the Gaffer's private servant; he represented the old days of bachelorhood. Mrs. Barfield and Mrs. Latch both disliked him. Had it not been for his influence Mrs. Barfield felt sure her husband would never have returned to his vice. Had it not been for Mr. Leopold Mrs. Latch felt that her husband would never have taken to betting. Legends and mystery had formed around Mr. Leopold and his pantry, and in Esther's unsophisticated mind this little room, with its tobacco smoke and glasses on the table, became a symbol of all that was wicked and dangerous; and when she passed the door she closed her ears to the loud talk and instinctively lowered her eyes. The simplest human sentiments were abiding principles in Esther--love of God, and love of God in the home. But above this Protestantism was human nature; and at this time Esther was, above all else, a young girl. Her twentieth year thrilled within her; she was no longer weary with work, and new, rich blood filled her veins. She sang at her work, gladdened by the sights and sounds of the yard; the young rooks cawing lustily in the evergreens, the gardener passing to and fro with plants in his hands, the white cats licking themselves in the sun or running to meet the young ladies who brought them plates of milk. Then the race-horses were always going to or coming from the downs. Sometimes they came in so covered with white mud that part of their toilette was accomplished in the yard; and from her kitchen window she could see the beautiful creature haltered to the hook fixed in the high wall, and the little boy in his shirtsleeves and hitched-up trousers, not a bit afraid, but shouting and quieting him into submission with the stick when he kicked and bit, tickled by the washing brush passing under the belly. Then the wrestling, sparring, ball-playing of the lads when their work was done, the pale, pathetic figure of the Demon watching them. He was about to start for Portslade and back, wrapped, as he would put it, in a red-hot scorcher of an overcoat. http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html . |
Esther often longed for a romp with these boys; she was now prime favourite with them. Once they caught her in the hay yard, and fine sport it was in the warm hay throwing each other over. Sometimes her wayward temper would get the better of her, but her momentary rage vanished at the sound of laughter. And after their tussling they would walk a little while pensively, until perhaps one, with an adroit trip, would send the other rolling over on the grass, and then, with wild cries, they would run down the drove-way. Then there was the day when the Wool-gatherer told her he was in love, and what fun they had had, and how well she had led him into belief that she was jealous! She had taken a rope as if she were going to hang herself, and having fastened it to a branch, she had knelt down as if she were saying her prayers. The poor Wool-gatherer could stand it no longer; he had rushed to her side, swearing that if she would promise not to hang herself he would never look at another girl again. The other boys, who had been crouching in the drove-way, rose up. How they did chaff the Wool-gatherer! He had burst into tears and Esther had felt sorry for him, and almost inclined to marry him out of pity for his forlorn condition. Her life grew happier and happier. She forgot that Mrs. Latch would not teach her how to make jellies, and had grown somewhat used to Sarah's allusions to her ignorance. She was still very poor, had not sufficient clothes, and her life was full of little troubles; but there were compensations. http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html It was to her that Mrs. Barfield always came when she wanted anything in a hurry, and Miss Mary, too, seemed to prefer to apply to Esther when she wanted milk for her cats or bran and oats for her rabbits. |
The Gaffer and his race-horses, the Saint and her greenhouse--so went the stream of life at Woodview. What few visitors came were entertained by Miss Mary in the drawing-room or on the tennis lawn. Mrs. Barfield saw no one. She desired to remain in her old gown--an old thing that her daughter had discarded long ago--pinned up around her, and on her head an old bonnet with a faded poppy hanging from the crown. http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html In such attire she wished to be allowed to trot about to and fro from her greenhouse to her potting-shed, watering, pruning, and syringing her plants. These plants were dearer than all things to her except her children; she seemed, indeed, to treat them as if they were children, and with the sun pouring through the glass down on her back she would sit freeing them from devouring insects all the day long. She would carry can after can of water up the long path and never complain of fatigue. She broke into complaint only when Miss Mary forgot to feed her pets, of which she had a great number--rabbits, and cats, and rooks, and all the work devolved upon her. She could not see these poor dumb creatures hungry, and would trudge to the stables, coming back laden with trusses of hay. But it was sometimes more than a pair of hands could do, and she would send Esther with scraps of meat and bread and milk to the unfortunate rooks that Mary had so unmercifully forgotten. "I'll have no more pets," she'd say, "Miss Mary won't look after them, and all the trouble falls upon me. See these poor cats, how they come mewing round my skirts." She loved to expatiate on her inexhaustible affection for dumb animals, and she continued an anecdotal discourse till, suddenly wearying of it, she would break off and speak to Esther about Barnstaple and the Brethren. .... |
The Saint loved to hear Esther tell of her father and the little shop in Barnstaple, of the prayer-meetings and the simple earnestness and narrowness of the faith of those good Brethren. Circumstances had effaced, though they had not obliterated, the once sharply-marked confines of her religious habits. Her religion was like a garden--a little less sedulously tended than of yore, but no whit less fondly loved; and while listening to Esther's story she dreamed her own early life over again, and paused, laying down her watering-can, penetrated with the happiness of gentle memories. So Esther's life grew and was fashioned; so amid the ceaseless round of simple daily occupations mistress and maid learned to know and to love one another, and became united and strengthfu l in the tender and ineffable sympathies of race and religion. http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html IV . . |
The summer drowsed The summer drowsed V
昏昏沉沉地消磨掉一个上午 2 Oh, no! Looks like they catch me drowse. 喔，糟了。他们好像发觉我在打瞌睡。 The summer drowsed, baking the turf on the hills, and after every gallop the Gaffer passed his fingers along the fine legs of the crack, in fear and apprehension lest he should detect any swelling. William came every day for news. He had five shillings on; he stood to win five pounds ten--quite a little fortune--and he often stopped to ask Esther if there was any news as he made his way to the pantry. She told him that so far as she knew Silver Braid was all right, and continued shaking the rug. "You'll never get the dust out of that rug," he said at last, "here, give it to me." She hesitated, then gave it him, and he beat it against the brick wall. "There," he said, handing it back to her, "that's how I beats a mat; you won't find much dust in it now." "Thank you.... Sarah went by an hour and a half ago." "Ah, she must have gone to the Gardens. You have never been to those gardens, have you? Dancing-hall, theatre, 9. a mirage in the Strait of Messina (attributed to the Arthurian sorcerer Morgan le Fay). 9. 墨西拿海峡上的海市蜃楼，据说是由亚瑟王的巫师摩根·李·飞引起的。 10. Sorcerer and witch doctor, grigri and juju, are still an integral part of the African pattern. 10 . 巫师和巫医，护符和物神仍都是非洲型态不可缺少的部份。 sorcerers--every blessed thing. But you're that religious, I suppose you wouldn't come?" "It is only the way you are brought up." http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html . . |
I daresay they are no worse than any other place. I daresay they are no worse than any other place. "Well, will you come?" "I don't think I should like those Gardens.... But I daresay they are no worse than any other place. I've heard so much since I was here, that really----" "That really what?" "That sometimes it seems useless like to be particular." "Of course--all rot. Well, will you come next Sunday?" "Certainly not on Sunday." The Gaffer had engaged him as footman: his livery would be ready by Saturday, and he would enter service on Monday week. This reminded them that henceforth they would see each other every day, and, speaking of the pain it would give his mother when he came running downstairs to go out with the carriage, he said-- "It was always her idea that I shouldn't be a servant, but I believe in doing what you gets most coin for doing. I should like to have been a jockey, and I could have ridden well enough--the Gaffer thought better at one time of my riding than he did of Ginger's. But I never had any luck; when I was about fifteen I began to grow.... If I could have remained like the Demon----" Esther looked at him, wondering if he were speaking seriously, and really wished away his splendid height and shoulders. |
A few days later he tried to persuade her to take a ticket in a shilling sweepstakes which he was getting up among the out and the indoor servants. She pleaded poverty-- her wages would not be due till the end of August. But William offered to lend her the money, and he pressed the hat containing the bits of paper on which were written the horses' names so insinuatingly upon her that a sudden impulse to oblige him came over her, and before she had time to think she had put her hand in the hat and taken a number. "Come, none of your betting and gambling in my kitchen," said Mrs. Latch, turning from her work. "Why can't you leave that innocent girl alone?" "Don't be that disagreeable, mother; it ain't betting, it's a sweepstakes." "It is all the same," muttered Mrs. Latch; "it always begins that way, and it goes on from bad to worse. I never saw any good come from it, and Heaven knows I've seen enough misfortune." Margaret and Sarah paused, looking at her open-mouthed, a little perplexed, holding the numbers they had drawn in both hands. Esther had not unfolded hers. She looked at Mrs. Latch and regretted having taken the ticket in the lottery. She feared jeers from Sarah, or from Grover, who had just come in, for her inability to read the name of the horse she had drawn. Seeing her dilemma, William took her paper from her. "Silver Braid.... by Jingo! She has got the right one." http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html .. . |
At that moment the sound of hoofs was heard in the yard, and the servants flew to the window. "He'll win," cried William, leaning over the women's backs, waving his bony hand to the Demon, who rode past on Silver Braid. "The Gaffer will bring him to the post as fit as a fiddle." "I think he will," said Mr. Leopold. "The rain has done us a lot of good; he was beginning to go a bit short a week ago. We shall want some more rain. I should like to see it come down for the next week or more." Mr. Leopold's desires looked as if they were going to be fulfilled. The heavens seemed to have taken the fortunes of the stable in hand. Rain fell generally in the afternoon and night, leaving the mornings fine, and Silver Braid went the mile gaily, becoming harder and stronger. And in the intermittent swish of showers blown up from the sea Woodview grew joyous, and a conviction of ultimate triumph gathered and settled on every face except Mrs. Barfield's and Mrs. Latch's. And askance they looked at the triumphant little butler. He became more and more the topic of conversation. He seemed to hold the thread of their destiny in his press. Peggy was especially afraid of him. And, continuing her confidences to the under-housemaid, the young lady said, "I like to know things for the pleasure of talking about them, but he for the pleasure of holding his tongue." Peggy was Miss Margaret Barfield, a cousin, the daughter of a rich brewer. "If he brings in your letters in the morning he hands them to you just as if he knew whom they are from. Ugly little beast; it irritates me when he comes into the room." http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html ... |
"He hates women, Miss; he never lets us near his pantry, and he keeps William there talking racing." "Ah, William is very different. He ought never to have been a servant. His family was once quite as good as the Barfields." "So I have heard, Miss. But the world is that full of ups and downs you never can tell who is who. But we all likes William and 'ates that little man and his pantry. Mrs. Latch calls him the 'evil genius.'" A furtive and clandestine little man, ashamed of his women-folk and keeping them out of sight as much as possible. His wife a pale, dim woman, tall as he was short, preserving still some of the graces of the lady's-maid, shy either by nature or by the severe rule of her lord, always anxious to obliterate herself against the hedges when you met her in the lane or against the pantry door when any of the family knocked to ask for hot water, or came with a letter for the post. By nature a bachelor, he was instinctively ashamed of his family, and when the weary-looking wife, the thin, shy girl, or the corpulent, stupid-faced son were with him and he heard steps outside, he would come out like a little wasp, and, unmistakably resenting the intrusion, would ask what was wanted. If it were Ginger, Mr. Leopold would say, "Can I do anything for you, Mr. Arthur?" "Oh, nothing, thank you; I only thought that----" and Ginger would invent some paltry excuse and slink away to smoke elsewhere. Every day, a little before twelve, Mr. Leopold went out for his morning walk; every day if it were fine you would meet him at that hour in the lane either coming from or going to Shoreham. For thirty years he had done his little constitutional, always taking the same road, always starting within a few minutes of twelve, always returning in time to lay the cloth for lunch at half-past one. The hour between twelve and one he spent in the little cottage which he rented from the squire for his wife and children, or in the "Red Lion," where he had a glass of beer and talked with Watkins, the bookmaker. http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html .... |
"There he goes, off to the 'Red Lion,'" said Mrs. Latch. "They try to get some information out of him, but he's too sharp for them, and he knows it; that's what he goes there for--just for the pleasure of seeing them swallow the lies he tells them.... He has been telling them lies about the horses for the last twenty years, and still he get them to believe what he says. It is a cruel shame! It was the lies he told poor Jackson about Blue Beard that made the poor man back the horse for all he was worth." "And the horse didn't win?" "Win! The master didn't even intend to run him, and Jackson lost all he had, and more. He went down to the river and drowned himself. John Randal has that man's death on his conscience. But his conscience don't trouble him much; if it did he'd be in his grave long ago. Lies, lies, nothing but lies! But I daresay I'm too 'ard on him; isn't lies our natural lot? What is servants for but to lie when it is in their master's interest, and to be a confidential servant is to be the Prince of liars!" "Perhaps he didn't know the 'orse was scratched." "I see you are falling in nicely with the lingo of the trade." "Oh," replied Esther, laughing; "one never hears anything else; one picks it up without knowing. Mr. Leopold is very rich, so they say. The boys tell me that he won a pile over the City and Suburban, and has thousands in the bank." "So some says; but who knows what he has? One hears of the winnings, but they say very little about the losings." http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html . |
VI The boys were playing ball in the stables, but she did not feel as if she wanted to romp with them. There was a stillness and a sweetness abroad which penetrated and absorbed her. She moved towards the paddock gate; the pony and the donkey came towards her, and she rubbed their muzzles in turn. It was a pleasure to touch anything, especially anything alive. She even noticed that the elm trees were strangely tall and still against the calm sky, and the rich odour of some carnations which came through the bushes from the pleasure-ground excited her; the scent of earth and leaves tingled in her, and the cawing of the rooks coming home took her soul away skyward in an exquisite longing; she was, at the same time, full of romantic love for the earth, and of a desire to mix herself with the innermost essence of things. The beauty of the evening and the sea breeze instilled a sensation of immortal health, and she wondered if a young man came to her as young men came to the great ladies in Sarah's books, how it would be to talk in the dusk, seeing the bats flitting and the moon rising through the branches. The family was absent from Woodview, and she was free to enjoy the beauty of every twilight and every rising moon for still another week. But she wearied for a companion. Sarah and Grover were far too grand to walk out with her; and Margaret had a young man who came to fetch her, and in their room at night she related all he had said. But for Esther there was nothing to do all the long summer evenings but to sit at the kitchen window sewing. Her hands fell on her lap, and her heart heaved a sigh of weariness. In all this world there was nothing for her to do but to continue her sewing or to go for a walk on the hill. She was tired of that weary hill! But she could not sit in the kitchen till bedtime. She might meet the old shepherd coming home with his sheep, and she put a piece of bread in her pocket for his dogs and strolled up the hill-side. Margaret had gone down to the Gardens. One of these days a young man would come to take her out. What would he be like? She laughed the thought away. She did not think that any young man would bother much about her. Happening at that moment to look round, she saw a man coming through the hunting gate. His height and shoulders told her that he was William. "Trying to find Sarah," she thought. "I must not let him think I am waiting for him." She continued her walk, wondering if he were following, afraid to look round. At last she fancied she could hear footsteps; her heart beat faster. He called to her. > http://www.fullbooks.com/Esther-Waters1.html > 最后由 小小诗鬼 于 2008-03-08 22:25:13编辑 |
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