英语文章摘抄集合5篇

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英语文章摘抄1

YOUTH

Samuel Ullman

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.

Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder,the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.

英语文章摘抄2

Virtue 美德

Sweet day,so cool,so calm,so bright! 甜美的白昼，如此凉爽、安宁、明媚！

The bridal of the earth and sky- 天地间完美的匹配-----

The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; 今宵的露珠儿将为你的消逝而落泪；

For thou must die. 因为你必须离去。

Sweet rose,whose hue angry and brave, 美丽的玫瑰，色泽红润艳丽，

Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, 令匆匆而过的人拭目而视，

Thy root is ever in its grave, 你的根永远扎在坟墓里，

And thou must die. 而你必须消逝。

Sweet spring,full of sweet days and roses, 美妙的春天，充满了美好的日子和芳香的.玫瑰，

A box where sweets compacted lie, 如一支芬芳满溢的盒子，

My music shows ye have your closes, 我的音乐表明你们也有终止，

And all must die, 万物都得消逝。

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, 唯有美好而正直的心灵，

Like season‘d timber,never gives; 犹如干燥备用的木料，永不走样；

But though the whole world turn to coal, 纵然整个世界变为灰烬，

Then chiefly lives. 它依然流光溢彩。

英语文章摘抄3

爱情的见证

Loves Witness

Slight unpremeditated Words are borne

By every common Wind into the Air;

Carelessly utterd, die as soon as born，

And in one instant give both Hope and Fear：

Breathing all Contraries with the same Wind

According to the Caprice of the Mind.

But Billetdoux are constant Witnesses，

Substantial Records to Eternity;

Just Evidences，who the Truth confess,

On which the Lover safely may rely；

Theyre serious Thoughts，digested and resolvd；

And last，when Words are into Clouds devolvd.

英语文章摘抄4

The Sleeping Beauty - 睡美人

Sleep on ,and dream of Heaven awhile-----

Tho shut so close thy laughing eyes,

Thy rosy lips still wear a smile

And move and breathe delicious sighs!

Ah ,now soft blushes tinge her cheeks

And mantle oer her neck of snow;

Ah,now she murmurs, now she speaks

What most I wish--------and fear to know!

She starts ,she trembles ,and she weeps!

Her fair hands folded on her breast;

-------And now ,how like a saint she sleeps!

A seraph in the realms of rest!

Sleep on secure! A bove control

Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee;

And may the secret of thy soul

Remain within its sanctuary!

英语文章摘抄5

Rush 匆匆--朱自清

Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? - If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?

I dont know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.

Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.

What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to the world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!

You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?

英语文章摘抄集合5篇

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