Classical English passages of foreign famous works 1
A Tale of Two Cities
They said that he was the most peaceful face ever seen there. What was on Sidney Carlton's mind as he walked towards the last steps of his death? Maybe he saw the future. ...
I saw Bussard, Defarge and the judges all die under this terrible machine. I see a beautiful city being built in this terrible place. I see new people will live here, real freedom. I saw the people for whom I gave my life, happy and peaceful in England that I will never see again. I see Lucy crying for me on this day every year when she is old. I know that she and her husband will always remember me until they die. I saw their son, who has my name and is now a man. I saw him become a famous lawyer and made me famous through his work. I heard him tell his son my story.
This is a much better thing than what I have done; This is a much better place than where I went, and it is the best place I know. '
People talk about him, saying that his face is the calmest one they have ever seen in that place. When is Sydney? What did Carden think when he took the last step towards death? Maybe he saw the future.
? I saw Bussard, Defarge and the judges all die under this terrible machine. I see a beautiful city being built on this terrible land. I see that a new generation will live in real freedom. I see the people for whom I gave my life. They live happily and peacefully in England, and I will never see them again. I saw Lucy cry for me on this day every year when she was old. I know, she and her husband will remember me until they die. I saw their son, who has the same name as me, and now he has grown up. I saw him become a famous lawyer and made me famous through his work. I heard him tell my story to his son.
What I did was a very good thing. Much better than anything I've ever done. This will be a good rest, much better than I know. ?
Classical English of foreign classics paragraph 2
Hamlet? Monologue & lt& lt Hamlet's Monologue >:>
To be or not to be, this is a question:
Is suffering more noble?
The blow of a heinous fate
Or take up arms against difficulties,
End them by opposing them. Die-sleep-
No more; Said we ended our sleep.
Heartache and thousands of natural shocks.
The heir of the flesh. This is a complete
I sincerely hope. Death-sleep.
Sleep-maybe dream: alas, that's the problem!
Because what kind of dreams will there be in the sleep of death?
When we get rid of the fetters of the world,
We have to pause. This is respect.
This is such a long-lived disaster.
Who can stand the whipping and ridicule of time,
The mistakes of the oppressor, the rudeness of the proud,
The pain of despised love, the delay of law,
The arrogance and disgust of the office.
The advantage of unworthy patience,
When he can be quiet himself
Bare ass? Who will these Fadel people put up with,
Groaning and sweating in a tired life,
But the fear of things after death-
An undiscovered country, from whose border?
No travelers come back-confused will,
Let's rather put up with our diseases.
Than fly to places we don't know?
Therefore, conscience does make us all cowards,
So the resolution of the natural hue.
Covered with pale thoughts,
And the essence and moment of the enterprise.
At this point, their trend has changed.
Lose the name of action.
To be or not to be? This is a problem.
Which is more noble, to endure the ruthless destruction of violent fate and stand up, to confront endless troubles and sweep them away?
It's over when we sleep. If sleep can end the trauma of our hearts and thousands of kinds of pains suffered by our bodies, it is really a great good thing to survive. Go to hell, go to sleep,
Go to sleep, maybe you will dream!
Well, that's trouble. Even if I get rid of this world, what dreams will I have in this dead sleep? Really think about it, this kind of care makes people suffer for life.
Who is willing to endure whipping and ridicule, oppression, humiliation and contempt, the pain of lovelorn, the delay of the imperial court, the extortion of the yamen, and the obscure labor, but only get much humiliation. But he can get rid of himself with a sharp knife.
No one wants to groan and sweat, dragging this residual life, but after death, they feel scared, and no one has ever come back from the land of death, so they are shaken. They would rather endure the present suffering than go to another kind of suffering.
Worry makes us all cowards, which makes the decisive nature cast a pale face of thinking. We could have done great things, but we lost the ability to act because of thinking.