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英文原著a heap o’livin’下载

HARDS   发表于 2018-8-8 13:58:48 | 显示全部楼层 | 阅读模式 | 跳转到指定楼层
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英文原著a heap o’livin’下载
7 D. m5 C7 o; R  e$ N' sJust Folks
( ]9 [' h$ P7 M5 pWe're queer folks here.We'll talk about the weather,The good times we
- h5 t2 h3 H( c7 ?, @have had together, The good times near,The roses buddin', an' the
7 j# Z: o, T0 c5 sbeesOnce more upon their nectar sprees;The scarlet fever scare, an'' v3 j, f9 V4 ?
whoCame mighty near not pullin' through,An' who had light attacks, an'
/ K: N0 @! D6 j8 }# O0 callThe things that int'rest, big or small; But here you'll never hear of
  I6 ^1 ~# L6 g  \# s- lsinnin' Or any scandal that's beginnin'. We've got too many other labors To# ?5 r, |8 k" h' H
scatter tales that harm our nei**ors.1 G2 ~' e" {% l1 A3 [/ Z% a
We're strange folks here.We're tryin' to be cheerful,An' keep this home: G0 J# [: [/ _% n
from gettin' tearful. We hold it dearToo dear for pettiness an' meanness,An'% ]0 x. F, C) O9 g* b
nasty tales of men's uncleanness.Here you shall come to joyous
) v5 T- q* l) Q/ A, Hsmilin',Secure from hate an' harsh revilin';Here, where the wood fire0 C9 S: J! s7 \! {. Z
brightly blazes,You'll hear from us our nei**or's praises. Here, that they'll
. P. ]5 V. D* P4 h, ~- |never grow to doubt us, We keep our friends always about us; An' here,
! k& G  ]# p( o& mthough storms outside may pelter Is refuge for our friends, an' shelter.# J+ R5 |0 W: B: {2 p
We've one rule here,An' that is to be pleasant.The folks we know are1 w9 O# n$ }1 b
always present, Or very near.An' though they dwell in many places,We; q! j+ m& V; A$ v  S% m
think we're talkin' to their faces;An' that keeps us from only seein'The
! x6 w, H  n. Z) b9 {1 ^, mfaults in any human bein',An' checks our tongues when they'd go
& G9 p$ @: B' W3 M6 N* W. u* |/ rtrailin'Into the mire of mortal failin'. Flaws aren't so big when folks are
+ \7 B* s7 H0 Hnear you; You don't talk mean when they can hear you. An' so no scandal, P& e7 y5 P, L
here is started, Because from friends we're never parted.! A# q+ s$ W5 h/ V. R3 o
As It Goes
) F( Z9 i* Y; N3 ]: D* l; zIn the corner she's left the mechanical toy,On the chair is her Teddy
, q6 e* ^# a' u( i) F1 r! fBear fine; The things that I thought she would really enjoyDon't seem to0 v2 R5 U6 w5 ]
be quite in her line. There's the flaxen-haired doll that is lovely to seeAnd
, J9 H6 k5 k# H* K1 L3 d& wreally expensively dressed, Left alone, all uncared for, and strange though
7 |  ]4 F$ b  d: N6 X3 L/ Fit be,She likes her rag dolly the best.1 f! k  w; |; R& O
Oh, the money we spent and the plans that we laidAnd the wonderful
/ `3 {4 r2 z+ l) J' w0 c5 q6 M1 r7 ^* p3 rthings that we bought! There are toys that are cunningly, skillfully$ H- ]8 i) e1 R% N* v; B8 y! ^% \
made,But she seems not to give them a thought. She was pleased when she( ?# B/ q3 Y: [* c. }. R
woke and discovered them there,But never a one of us guessed That it isn't! g; l$ v2 c: Z2 s' d: n$ v% b
the splendor that makes a gift rare--She likes her rag dolly the best.

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英文原著a heap o’livin’下载
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There's the flaxen-haired doll, with the real human hair,There's the
5 W4 m6 H& Q+ h6 C1 k: |, K/ DTeddy Bear left all alone, There's the automobile at the foot of the
3 ?) v9 S+ C* k8 w0 T+ K  c$ }stair,And there is her toy telephone; We thought they were fine, but a little
4 \+ g7 D  c, Xchild's eyesLook deeper than ours to find charm, And now she's in bed,
6 x7 o. W  D( R" j* s! {and the rag dolly liesSnuggled close on her little white arm.# C  P7 A0 ]% y7 P5 _" A
Hollyhocks
5 X6 i( q- m  L% v8 dOld-fashioned flowers! I love them all: The morning-glories on the
2 J. H7 R& x: L" \wall, The pansies in their patch of shade, The violets, stolen from a glade,
1 w$ c- `3 L3 H+ s- j  v! R7 cThe bleeding hearts and columbine, Have long been garden friends of/ U" N! P) H6 u* E
mine; But memory every summer flocks About a clump of hollyhocks.. u* N  x1 [6 _: t4 e" S
The mother loved them years ago; Beside the fence they used to grow,
' \6 a4 v% h. s2 DAnd though the garden changed each year And c**ain blooms would' U% c6 h( x. E+ u- O  y# t
disappear To give their places in the ground To something new that mother
, i0 D0 I1 v" r1 j! W. o9 Efound, Some pretty bloom or rosebush rare-- The hollyhocks were always
; \0 n9 }$ Q- l* [4 fthere.
% ?: C- O6 Z! _, z3 k! l/ kIt seems but yesterday to me She led me down the yard to see The first  x0 _1 y' ?" t& X
tall spires, with bloom aflame, And taught me to pronounce their name.8 j8 L: a9 \& F& N8 a9 J
And year by year I watched them grow, The first flowers I had come to
8 P* w, c- j7 {( _8 [- H; ]+ t2 G0 Eknow. And with the mother dear I'd yearn To see the hollyhocks return.
8 H: Z  U/ R, k7 ]$ }+ W4 ~The garden of my boyhood days With hollyhocks was kept ablaze; In! S: h# ~$ {+ c" ?# T9 W# ]
all my recollections they In friendly columns nod and sway; And when today their blooms I see, Always the mother smiles at me; The mind's bright8 H; u5 A' _  y; ~, [, Y5 s
chambers, life unlocks Each summer with the hollyhocks." g  F" f  o, S
Sacrifice$ F% S* ~" N" q. P; K* L# q! j; s
When he has more than he can eat To feed a stranger's not a feat.When5 g% E) \* ?: Q. K
he has more than he can spend It isn't hard to give or lend.Who gives but
9 x: c) N7 j. U4 _what he'll never miss Will never know what giving is.He'll win few praises
0 ?3 ]; {; S* ?( [- D3 v; M- Tfrom his Lord Who does but what he can afford.The widow's mite to  U& C5 D# o8 v: j
heaven went Because real sacrifice it meant.
, G! v5 h6 X) R3 y3 ^$ uReward
! R6 k9 Y" Z3 f- I9 o0 i1 k# |# fDon't want medals on my breast,Don't want all the glory, I'm not; i& ]6 i: B+ m3 F" t3 r
worrying greatly lestThe world won't hear my story. A chance to dream
8 }, J7 X5 q$ U; T! O1 ?2 D; @, obeside a streamWhere fish are biting free; A day or two, 'neath skies of/ }, y' G9 d' s$ ]
blue,Is joy enough for me.

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英文原著a heap o’livin’下载/ A0 L: `# D! f4 e  K  P
I do not ask a hoard of gold,Nor treasures rich and rare; I don't want all
0 C. s: Q( Y: h$ [2 Jthe joys to hold;I only want a share. Just now and then, away from
9 {% |  L: s7 Z1 B# K2 Y0 ]2 QmenAnd all their haunts of pride, If I can steal, with rod and reel,I will be
1 v: L5 b1 p1 csatisfied.
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I'll gladly work my way through life;I would not always play; I only
7 [9 L6 o' D0 ?1 ~5 z/ A) Lask to quit the strifeFor an occasional day. If I can sneak from toil a- q0 `9 S6 _1 z) [
weekTo chum with stream and tree, I'll fish away and smiling sayThat
7 X( B/ }5 Z  y6 t! {- y" elife's been good to me.; T2 z  t" d, w8 T1 [
See It Thrnugh
0 Y" M7 ~& v4 \When you're up against a trouble,Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift) C7 z6 Y4 t9 a3 P
your chin and set your shoulders,Plant your feet and take a brace. When
7 d* o! X0 B: D/ n7 pit's vain to try to dodge it,Do the best that you can do; You may fail, but
. {. T- Y; @* _  r" F2 K2 M! _, cyou may conquer,See it through!1 l5 G* Q) Q, P8 p
Black may be the clouds about youAnd your future may seem grim,' {: G( g) H/ [% ~* Q
But don't let your nerve des** you;Keep yourself in fighting trim. If the
7 E: L/ C+ y2 T2 Tworst is bound to happen,Spite of all that you can do, Running from it will% J9 l( y8 h- G
not save you,See it through!' T/ i  t- j: t& B0 I
Even hope may seem but futile,When with troubles you're beset, But
  U* q! Q# Q1 y/ Z& dremember you are facingJust what other men have met. You may fail, but$ O/ \" n$ C8 N+ F( ?1 u8 ?/ Z( O
fall still fighting;Don't give up, whate'er you do; Eyes front, head high to
+ H1 U: ^( s; t0 e! m- `3 hthe finish.See it through!* P4 a' [- j% C  [% H7 r2 G
To the Humble
# J. U9 }) ?4 JIf all the flowers were roses,If never daisies grew, If no old-fashioned' K$ `7 I; p" K: H( m* x, V: |1 C
posiesDrank in the morning dew, Then man might have some reasonTo: {7 G, P7 c" r; B/ r' H
whimper and complain, And speak these words of treason,That all our toil. I& @/ ~  q  _2 a! j
is vain.
/ [# Z6 J4 a2 ~' Y" pIf all the stars were SaturnsThat twinkle in the night, Of equal size and
; T# ^) L4 a3 r5 V+ Apatterns,And equally as bright, Then men in humble places,With humble" C. Q3 g  \0 {2 ~/ Q
work to do, With frowns upon their facesMight trudge their journey2 S; n: t# ]. K" z0 u
through.

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  B* A5 x/ z& l7 t英文原著a heap o’livin’下载
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stars and posiesStill do their best, although They're planets
0 @8 T/ a8 d2 n/ a" e) bnot, nor roses,To cheer the world below. And those old-fashioned
+ z0 v7 z! m: O! a# ZdaisiesDelight the soul of man; They're here, and this their praise is:They
' E( z- Z$ Y2 y( y+ S% k# {# ywork the Master's plan.
  

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