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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
' r$ [! J3 u  x1 eJust Folks, n  j$ _( Q4 m  X# ~/ w( t2 V
We're queer folks here.We'll talk about the weather,The good times we
# o5 J$ Y0 W- l. \, B& I9 R. O  ~have had together, The good times near,The roses buddin', an' the, C) l8 g7 N/ H! d
beesOnce more upon their nectar sprees;The scarlet fever scare, an'# G# C0 W% I8 c* {+ \( m0 W
whoCame mighty near not pullin' through,An' who had light attacks, an'* R! w; s) ]2 w3 M5 U
allThe things that int'rest, big or small; But here you'll never hear of, |4 l% b$ Z0 @5 z
sinnin' Or any scandal that's beginnin'. We've got too many other labors To
5 A" W: G7 |3 kscatter tales that harm our nei**ors.4 W$ H- w: ?, h* W% W7 a$ }
We're strange folks here.We're tryin' to be cheerful,An' keep this home; f( D! c0 ]5 |; E0 g; p
from gettin' tearful. We hold it dearToo dear for pettiness an' meanness,An'
8 x3 A1 {. I) E% k. S7 G4 W* e9 unasty tales of men's uncleanness.Here you shall come to joyous
% A4 h6 O( U/ w7 S: Lsmilin',Secure from hate an' harsh revilin';Here, where the wood fire/ ?5 L* s" d1 j9 P. y- m4 H! d
brightly blazes,You'll hear from us our nei**or's praises. Here, that they'll
/ `1 K8 f1 C* |- T' B( O" O- Pnever grow to doubt us, We keep our friends always about us; An' here,
5 \+ v! O, i$ mthough storms outside may pelter Is refuge for our friends, an' shelter.
8 t/ X" h. O* S" QWe've one rule here,An' that is to be pleasant.The folks we know are5 T1 |7 N& m' y* k# u
always present, Or very near.An' though they dwell in many places,We1 ^& I; s- [4 `1 _  r
think we're talkin' to their faces;An' that keeps us from only seein'The
# M# b' M$ B" i6 r- g: y9 z. Kfaults in any human bein',An' checks our tongues when they'd go8 d2 `9 l6 F" Y1 b8 }& h
trailin'Into the mire of mortal failin'. Flaws aren't so big when folks are* I' Y; @  D1 }: i! `  A! M- b
near you; You don't talk mean when they can hear you. An' so no scandal, T7 v) ^; a; o6 f8 w6 K+ o3 P
here is started, Because from friends we're never parted.
# h5 X5 c* v, {9 z" x, g0 r6 ^As It Goes1 \$ `% T" \9 L6 _) g
In the corner she's left the mechanical toy,On the chair is her Teddy
1 J- N8 P. U3 a$ E" c: {, ?Bear fine; The things that I thought she would really enjoyDon't seem to
1 u- i; I  ^3 \' |$ b8 D" {! }be quite in her line. There's the flaxen-haired doll that is lovely to seeAnd
# O4 r; r* J1 P6 c, Greally expensively dressed, Left alone, all uncared for, and strange though
" Y8 F! i1 O- s1 }5 lit be,She likes her rag dolly the best.
9 P3 y! B4 C( Q$ r" x) iOh, the money we spent and the plans that we laidAnd the wonderful
- W; Z9 N2 b1 Y, f7 t! k( Ethings that we bought! There are toys that are cunningly, skillfully/ R9 c  z. k: j+ k" c. Q# ?" B
made,But she seems not to give them a thought. She was pleased when she# _! [, _% J1 f8 t' d
woke and discovered them there,But never a one of us guessed That it isn't$ }  X: @1 U3 K
the splendor that makes a gift rare--She likes her rag dolly the best.

# q5 R# [/ E+ a! IA Heap O' Livin'
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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
+ r# u6 ^: N0 I" ~% ITeddy Bear left all alone, There's the automobile at the foot of the
/ c' T0 [2 b2 n: L% Wstair,And there is her toy telephone; We thought they were fine, but a little
) ^8 x( f$ x0 n( f% Kchild's eyesLook deeper than ours to find charm, And now she's in bed,3 p: N0 G4 d# h, p) B( F6 r
and the rag dolly liesSnuggled close on her little white arm.1 H% \! M: w# I
Hollyhocks: o4 c; x7 `: g0 R8 k) L
Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all: The morning-glories on the) t% a8 ^2 V5 Y; c
wall, The pansies in their patch of shade, The violets, stolen from a glade,
% O4 ~2 D- |% EThe bleeding hearts and columbine, Have long been garden friends of5 S6 ?. ]' ^) t, }  Q* e/ X
mine; But memory every summer flocks About a clump of hollyhocks.
3 N$ C4 N& T8 X4 E1 Z" G9 zThe mother loved them years ago; Beside the fence they used to grow,8 v* m4 ?* q. }( X* V4 D: v0 q
And though the garden changed each year And c**ain blooms would' D( k2 @0 K5 n
disappear To give their places in the ground To something new that mother  v2 Q7 D) |) o
found, Some pretty bloom or rosebush rare-- The hollyhocks were always. I3 M: j" ]0 q
there.& I+ |  K6 t3 v' M
It seems but yesterday to me She led me down the yard to see The first
* k* O8 F* ^- x$ otall spires, with bloom aflame, And taught me to pronounce their name.
0 F3 c8 K, g4 Z5 rAnd year by year I watched them grow, The first flowers I had come to& y& p( L1 F: |9 \: N
know. And with the mother dear I'd yearn To see the hollyhocks return.
+ p/ K0 N' |% g# ?The garden of my boyhood days With hollyhocks was kept ablaze; In7 O4 {6 o8 N' ?3 h) F& F! ?
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 bright
4 g/ T+ E) }" v' `5 ichambers, life unlocks Each summer with the hollyhocks.+ M5 b' q1 R- S9 Q' F
Sacrifice
  D) B& k0 B+ j" }* MWhen he has more than he can eat To feed a stranger's not a feat.When9 P: ]" X8 y: ?" c$ x8 ^. o, N( W0 A7 H
he has more than he can spend It isn't hard to give or lend.Who gives but, E+ Q  F4 ]- n0 r$ W
what he'll never miss Will never know what giving is.He'll win few praises
9 ?7 ~+ {2 b/ U& c7 hfrom his Lord Who does but what he can afford.The widow's mite to
# Y3 A, [4 [% `% K$ T: P! s+ H3 V! Iheaven went Because real sacrifice it meant.1 [$ i0 A; p" V! a2 G
Reward9 y7 t$ P; D% y5 R8 u) z
Don't want medals on my breast,Don't want all the glory, I'm not
8 ^3 v5 h2 W& {$ i2 h+ b9 M5 Iworrying greatly lestThe world won't hear my story. A chance to dream
1 ^, N; l$ }6 Ibeside a streamWhere fish are biting free; A day or two, 'neath skies of
5 a1 c0 G- ], [blue,Is joy enough for me.
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A Heap O' Livin'. \/ \% G$ X( Q$ [7 k4 L/ O
英文原著a heap o’livin’下载! g: ]/ z' L2 D' q6 ^
I do not ask a hoard of gold,Nor treasures rich and rare; I don't want all! y0 W8 D. k& z! Z  S( @  `
the joys to hold;I only want a share. Just now and then, away from
, @8 A9 W/ R5 m  l; i( }8 JmenAnd all their haunts of pride, If I can steal, with rod and reel,I will be; R. t8 l; l6 T, X# Y; M
satisfied.
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I'll gladly work my way through life;I would not always play; I only7 C1 E/ o" r$ \1 C) W1 x. J
ask to quit the strifeFor an occasional day. If I can sneak from toil a( o3 h+ K6 g5 {3 C2 L  j% W
weekTo chum with stream and tree, I'll fish away and smiling sayThat
. |  b# d( F: E2 F; z8 tlife's been good to me.! Z/ o1 U# H/ Q$ j3 D
See It Thrnugh# O6 `$ x; [2 F0 c( j: B( A
When you're up against a trouble,Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift
3 m4 P. ]" A1 myour chin and set your shoulders,Plant your feet and take a brace. When
* f9 i/ S1 c) a/ O( o1 D8 }it's vain to try to dodge it,Do the best that you can do; You may fail, but# @) p5 M/ @2 a# `" G
you may conquer,See it through!
/ @) Q! a+ D, s0 _' h8 [Black may be the clouds about youAnd your future may seem grim,! j+ _, [. C  m0 q
But don't let your nerve des** you;Keep yourself in fighting trim. If the
  R6 V7 A) W) i% i7 O& O. i& Bworst is bound to happen,Spite of all that you can do, Running from it will
$ i+ j6 V) F5 Qnot save you,See it through!% w7 g9 G; C2 V
Even hope may seem but futile,When with troubles you're beset, But8 T. B7 C$ \1 S' M
remember you are facingJust what other men have met. You may fail, but
4 [- Z8 p) g" D* Nfall still fighting;Don't give up, whate'er you do; Eyes front, head high to
" B% @$ Z7 Z$ }5 V* uthe finish.See it through!4 k: s# o3 Q% R3 c5 C7 h/ Y
To the Humble" Z( G8 Y9 m& j! k- I3 x/ R
If all the flowers were roses,If never daisies grew, If no old-fashioned
% ]+ ^& n' t  n9 x/ j' zposiesDrank in the morning dew, Then man might have some reasonTo$ [8 N* S7 _5 A
whimper and complain, And speak these words of treason,That all our toil
% t) W- k! S- E6 X3 z4 j5 Sis vain.$ h( q9 W5 e$ N  K! b6 F
If all the stars were SaturnsThat twinkle in the night, Of equal size and
& G* r- m( o. G' G6 Opatterns,And equally as bright, Then men in humble places,With humble+ A( B; v% S1 h$ C
work to do, With frowns upon their facesMight trudge their journey
: `1 ~! R& F5 W6 q% \through.
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0 t$ O! L1 ]1 w# s' F英文原著a heap o’livin’下载
. J" e2 o6 b/ H: g8 CBut humble
stars and posiesStill do their best, although They're planets
/ \+ h& `3 p+ k5 Tnot, nor roses,To cheer the world below. And those old-fashioned) O: ]" _& z3 t" Z) S' {( \7 O" `$ M
daisiesDelight the soul of man; They're here, and this their praise is:They" u8 }8 G5 X; ?4 S) }1 L! P  T" F
work the Master's plan.
  
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