【正文】 Love Your Life By Henry David Thoreau However mean your life is, meet it and live it 。s poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any. May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the town。 But Oh heart! heart! heart! Oh the bleeding drops of red! Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Oh Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells。 It is some dream that on the deck You39。 From fearful trip the victor ship es in with object won。 it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions。 but faithful, unremitting, daily effort toward a welldirected purpose. Just as truly as eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, so is eternal industry the price of noble and enduring success. 4 第七周 第一篇 She Walks in Beauty By Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies。 Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek, and o39。 and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth. 5 第八周 第一篇 A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns O My luve?s like a red, red rose， That?s newly sprung in June； O my luve?s like the melodie， That?s sweetly play?d in tune． As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I； And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a? the seas gang dry． Till a? the seas gang* dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi? the sun； I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o? life shall run． And fare thee weel, my only luve, And fare thee weel a while! And I will e again, my luve, Tho? it were ten thousand mile! 第八周 第二篇 Russell on Affection The best type of affection is reciprocally lifegiving。tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep。s the rub。 oppressor39。unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o39。 but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs, e best from those that are learned. To spend too much time in studies is sloth。 for they teach not their own use。 And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse39。 And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper39。 nor to find talk and discourse。 others to be read, but not curiously。 conference a ready man。 poets witty。 logic and rhetoric able to contend. Abeunt studia in mores. Nay there is no stond or impediment in the wit, but may be wrought out by fit studies: like as diseases of the body may have appropriate exercises. Bowling is good for the stone and reins。 and the like. So if a man?s wit be wandering, let him study the mathematics。s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold plexion dimm39。d。 silence would tech him the joys of sound. Now and them I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.. Nothing in particular, she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little. How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in se arch of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter39。 and one should always live in the best pany, whether it be of books or of men. A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of panions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness。 they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did。 and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.? This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. And this will be the day this will be the day when all of God39。s children, black men and white men, Jews a