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The SoldierRupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
ȥֻҪң
ԭҰһ
ԶӢ
Ÿеij
Ӣ
ӢĻ·
ӢӢĿ
ܵˮϴӣף
룬ģѾȥ
Ӣ˼Ӳ
գ죬Ҹ
кһĻЦ
ϢӢ
- Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 04/28/2007
룬ϽŻǵҪɣͬѺϷʽ
שש:-) - Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 04/28/2007
һdz14ʫһкˡȻȫ롣ҲӦѺϣԭʫabab cdcd efg efgѺϱӢˣôһʫһϵױȽϺá - posted on 04/28/2007
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ŸеĻҽ
Ӣ
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ܹˮϴӣף
ңѾû
Ľ
Ӣĸ裬Զʧ
գ죬Ҹ
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this heart gives no less somewhere back the thoughts given by England
仰ʲô˼˭Ҳæ:-)
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ӢĿ
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ͬ黹δ֪ȣ
йʹķ졢հҸΣ
˵ЦصӢ
֮ĵĸ߹Ĵݡ
ʫ200511 - posted on 04/29/2007
еķ⾳Ȼʵԭġ°벿ֵeternal mind, ֱָϵۡסeternal mindΪGodȻɣʧԭĵsecularᄈ Eternal mind ָӢ
ҵ⣬̸Ϸ룺
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
һ룬ģϴȥ
Ҳһ
·һԱӢѧ˼
"No less"ʾIJҲ˵ܹȫӢĸ衱áҲ͡ᡱ
·𡱶"somewhere", ʾȷò̫
- posted on 04/30/2007
Ҳһԣ
ʿ
by Rupert Brooke
ȥҲ
ԶԶߣ
һֻӢأԶ
ֻΪһֵijûƬ
һӢӢ꣬
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һӢ壬ӢĿ
ԡӢ⣬ڼĺϡ
ĵȻϴȥ
IJ飬
һ˼ӦӢ
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ӡӢ£һƬܰƽ
The SoldierRupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven. - posted on 04/30/2007
ʮһ wrote:
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,лϰˡͱۣҲ˵ somewhere Խ somehowơ˵ķȴ硣
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
һ룬ģϴȥ
Ҳһ
·һԱӢѧ˼
"No less"ʾIJҲ˵ܹȫӢĸ衱áҲ͡ᡱ
·𡱶"somewhere", ʾȷò̫
ԭҲ thoughts Ӣ̸˼룬˼back ָر˵ sights and sounds, laughter, gentleness ... Ҿ thoughts Ҳ˼ my thoughts are with you ˼
LK, æ - Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 04/30/2007
ſϰ˵ȫʫиʫ⣡һ롱뵽Сѧʦѧ˵ȥúһ롱:-)
Ҳû LK abab cdcd efg efg ϣ - posted on 04/30/2007
thoughts۵úǡˡ:-)
guanzhong wrote:
ʮһ wrote:лϰˡͱۣҲ˵ somewhere Խ somehowơ˵ķȴ硣
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
һ룬ģϴȥ
Ҳһ
·һԱӢѧ˼
"No less"ʾIJҲ˵ܹȫӢĸ衱áҲ͡ᡱ
·𡱶"somewhere", ʾȷò̫
ԭҲ thoughts Ӣ̸˼룬˼back ָر˵ sights and sounds, laughter, gentleness ... Ҿ thoughts Ҳ˼ my thoughts are with you ˼
LK, æ - Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 04/30/2007
̫ظ
ʮһ wrote:
Ҳһԡݸ壺
ʿ
by Rupert Brooke
ȥҲ - Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 04/30/2007
˵ǡˡ
hmm, thought it was guanzhong who was doing this piece. :-)
July wrote:
̫ظ
ʮһ wrote:
Ҳһԡݸ壺
ʿ
by Rupert Brooke
ȥҲ - Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 05/01/2007
һڻңʮа˾ߣҪɶӹΣлʵˡ - posted on 05/01/2007
ʫ̾лֵIJ嫡ǽϹ˼䣬ǶǣǶԼᣬˡṩעͣ Ҳṩש
ʿ DD Ӣ·
֮ţ˹˼
֮Ӣ
ʵ
̷̵
ӢԪ
俣Ե
Ŀڣٶ
䣬
Ӣң֮
òʱ
ϰѣ
ֹʣϢ
The SoldierRupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
- Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 05/01/2007
˾ӺҲ - Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 05/01/2007
Ҿͻʫֲʧԭζķ롣ʫ˺ܶ࣬˭:-)
WOA wrote:
ʫ̾лֵIJ嫡ǽϹ˼䣬ǶǣǶԼᣬˡṩעͣ Ҳṩש
- Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 05/01/2007
ǧҪˣԼŶЦȫϹңҺϹ²ǡʫ桱սͿˡ
ɷͲ٣ʷ̣ȻһƹңԱҲһΣͬڻ˸ӵġЩй̫ḻˣֻʺ룬ʺá
- Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 05/04/2007
GUANZHONGôð. ظ, һʫ˼û. ҪȻ, Ҳ:) - Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 05/04/2007
BEN BEN wrote:
GUANZHONGôð. ظ, һʫ˼û. ҪȻ, Ҳ:)
˼ǡҲʫҡǡûʫˡȸ˵ʱٲɣͱˣ:-) - Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 05/04/2007
ѽ, û:) ,Ҿ. ƶ. ʫ. ðҹ:)
ϲThere shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
ʲô, ս? ȻLIAOKANG˵ʫ,͵˽һ. Ҳ:)
ҾͲ,һŪϷ, Ůսʿ:)
Ƿö. з. - posted on 05/04/2007
BEN BEN wrote:
ѽ, û:) ,Ҿ. ƶ. ʫ. ðҹ:)
ϲThere shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
ʲô, ս? ȻLIAOKANG˵ʫ,͵˽һ. Ҳ:)
ҾͲ,һŪϷ, Ůսʿ:)
Ƿö. з.
㱳ϣ
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rupert_Brooke ʫķ붼ˣϷܸĵȥɻأģ
- Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 05/04/2007
㣬
ˬӢǹ
ݱ
лŮ־
װװ
BEN BEN wrote:
ҾͲ,һŪϷ, Ůսʿ:)
Ƿö. з. - Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 05/04/2007
BEN BEN wrote:
ѽ, û:) ,Ҿ. ƶ. ʫ. ðҹ:)
дʲôʫءŮԼͥȫᶼ - Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 05/05/2007
I'll give a try when I get chance. Thanks gz, july and ..... - posted on 05/09/2007
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Ѱң һصij
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Ц㰮ˣģ֮硣
The SoldierRupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven. - Re: The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke (求砖版)posted on 05/09/2007
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