These Things Shall Never Die Author: Charles Dickens Narrator: Unknown
The pure, the bright, the beautiful, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth; The longing after something's lost, The spirit's yearning cry, The striving after better hopes, These things can never die.
The timid hand stretched forth to aid, A brother in his need, A kindly word in grief's dark hour, That proves a friend indeed ; The plea for mercy softly breathed, When justice threatens nigh, The sorrow of a contrite heart, These things shall never die.
Let nothing pass for every hand, Must find some work to do; Lose not a chance to waken love, Be firm, and just ,and true; So shall a light that cannot fade, Beam on thee from on high. And angel voices say to thee, These things shall never die.
周日好。這首詩歌不是我朗誦的,我不知道朗誦者是誰。這是美語論壇的網友畫眉深淺分享的,我做成帖子了,收到了我的博客裏,我尤其喜歡狄更斯這幾句詩行:"The pure, the bright, the beautiful,That stirred our hearts in youth, The dreams of love and truth; These things can never die."
花甲老翁 發表評論於
你的英語好好聽啊,加油.
林貝卡 發表評論於
These Things Shall Never Die 這些美好不會消逝 Charles Dickens/查爾斯.狄更斯
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Charles Dickens was the most popular English novelist of the Victorian era. Critics George Gissing and G. K. Chesterton championed Dickens's mastery of prose, his endless invention of unique, clever personalities, and his powerful social sensibilities, but fellow writers such as George Henry Lewes, Henry James, and Virginia Woolf faulted his work for sentimentality, implausible occurrences, and grotesque characterizations.
These Things Shall Never Die Author: Charles Dickens Narrator: Unknown
The pure, the bright, the beautiful, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth; The longing after something's lost, The spirit's yearning cry, The striving after better hopes, These things can never die.
The timid hand stretched forth to aid, A brother in his need, A kindly word in grief's dark hour, That proves a friend indeed ; The plea for mercy softly breathed, When justice threatens nigh, The sorrow of a contrite heart, These things shall never die.
Let nothing pass for every hand, Must find some work to do; Lose not a chance to waken love, Be firm, and just ,and true; So shall a light that cannot fade, Beam on thee from on high. And angel voices say to thee, These things shall never die.