英文名著片段精选

英文名著经典段落如下：

1、Life is a chess-board The chess-board is the world: the pieces are the phenomena of the universe; the rules of the game are what we call the laws of nature.

2、The player on the other side is hidden from us. We know that his play is always fair, just and patient. But also we know, to our cost, that he never overlooks a mistake, or makes the smallest allowance for ignorance.

棋盘宛如世界，一个个棋子仿佛世间的种种现象：游戏规则就是我们所称的自然法则。

竞争对手藏于暗处，不为我们所见。我们知晓，这位对手向来处事公平，正义凛然，极富耐心。然而，我们也明白，这位对手从不忽视任何错误，或者因为我们的无知而做出一丝让步，所以我们也必须为此付出代价。

3、Best of times It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of increty; it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness.

4、it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way. Excerpt from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.

这是一个最好的时代，也是一个最坏的时代；这是明智的年代，这是愚昧的年代；这是信任的纪元，这是怀疑的纪元；这是光明的季节，这是黑暗的季节。

这是希望的春日，这是失望的冬日；我们面前应有尽有，我们面前一无所有；我们都将直下地狱。

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The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognised it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.

In accordance with this rule, it may safely be assumed that the forefathers of Boston had built the first prison-house somewhere in the vicinity of Cornhill, almost as seasonably as they marked out the first burial-ground, on Isaac Johnsons lot, and round about his grave, which subsequently became the nucleus of all the congregated sepulchres in the old churchyard of Kings Chapel.

Certain it is that, some fifteen or twenty years after the settlement of the town, the wooden jail was already marked with weather-stains and other indications of age, which gave a yet darker aspect to its beetle-browed and gloomy front.

The rust on the ponderous iron-work of its oaken door looked more antique than any thing else in the New World.

Like all that pertains to crime, it seemed never to have known a youthful era.

Before this ugly edifice, and between it and the wheel-track of the street, was a grass-plot, much overgrown with burdock, pig-weed, apple-peru, and such unsightly vegetation, which evidently found something congenial in the soil that had so early borne the black flower of civilised society, a prison.

But, on one side of the portal, and rooted almost at the threshold, was a wild rose-bush, covered, in this month of June, with its delicate gems, which might be imagined to offer their fragrance and fragile beauty to the prisoner as he went in, and to the condemned criminal as he came forth to his doom, in token that the deep heart of Nature could pity and be kind to him.

Youll pass the churchyard, Mr Lockwood, on your way back to the Grange, and youll see the three graverestones close to the moor.

Catherines, the middle one, is old now, and half buried in plants which have grown over it.

On one side is Edgar Lintons, and on the other is Heathcliffs new one.

If you stay there a moment, and watch the insects flying in the warm summer air, and listen to the soft wind breathing through the grass, youll understand how quietly they rest, the sleepers in that quiet earth.

To be, or not to be- that is the question:

Whether 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-No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to.Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wishd.To die- to sleep.To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, theres the rub!

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause.Theres the respect That makes calamity of so long life.For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,Th oppressors wrong, the proud mans contumely,The pangs of despisd love, the laws delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death-The undiscoverd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns- puzzles the will,And makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan 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 oer with the pale cast of thought,And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.