英语课外书摘抄

开展课外美文阅读对学生 学习英语 大有益处,但要抓好并非易事。它不仅仅是引导学生多看,还要采用适当的 方法 引领学生自主地走进读本,内化、吸收蕴含在字里行间的真谛,孕育出富有个性的美文。我整理了有关英语美文摘抄带翻译，欢迎阅读!有关英语美文摘抄带翻译：I Wish I Could believe by C. Day Lewis "The best lack all conviction, While the worst are full of passionate intesity." Those two lines of Yeats for me sum up the matter as it stands today when the very currency of belief seems debased. I was brought up in the Christian church. Later I believed for a while that communism offered the best hope for this world. I acknowledge the need for belief, but I cannot forget how through the ages great faiths have been vitiated by fanaticism and dogmatism, by intolerance and cruelty, by the intellectual dishonesty, the folly, the crankiness or the opportunism of their adherents. Have I no faith at all, then? Faith is the thing at the core of you, the sediment that's left when hopes and illusions are drained away. The thing for which you make any sacrifice because without it you would be nothing - a mere walking shadow. I know what my own core is. I would in the last resort sacrifice any human relationship, any way of living to the search for truth which produces my poem. I know there are heavy odds against any poem I write surviving after my death. I realize that writing poetry may seem the most preposterously useless thing a man can be doing today. Yet it is just at such times of crisis that each man discovers or rediscovers what he values most. My poet's instinct to make something comes out most strongly then, enabling me to use fear, doubt, even despair as creative stimuli. In doing so, I feel my kinship with humanity, with the common man who carries on doing his job till the bomb falls or the sea closes over him. Carries on because of his belief, however inarticulate, that this is the best thing he can do. But the poet is luckier than the layman, for his job is always a vacation. Indeed, it's so like a religious vacation that he may feel little need for a religious faith, but because it is always trying to get past the trivial and the transient or to reveal these as images of the essential and the permanent, poetry is at least a kind of spiritual activity. Men need a religious belief to make sense out of life. I wish I had such a belief myself, but any creed of mine would be honeycombed with confusions and reservations. Yet when I write a poem I am trying to make sense out of life. And just now and then my experience composes and transmutes itself into a poem which tells me something I didn't know I knew. So for me the compulsion of poetry is the sign of a belief, not the less real for being unformulated ... a belief that men must enjoy life, explore life, enhance life. Each as best he can. And that I shall do these things best through the practice of poetry. 我希望我能相信 塞(西尔)·戴·刘易斯 “优秀的人们信心尽失， 坏蛋们则充满了炽烈的狂热。” 对我来说，叶芝的这两行诗概括了今天的现实，信仰的货币似乎已经贬值了。我是在____的熏陶下长大的。后来有一段时间我相信共产主义给这个世界带来了最大的希望。我承认信仰的必要性，但我无法忘记历代的伟大信仰是如何因其拥护者的狂热、教条、褊狭、残忍、学术欺诈、愚蠢、偏执或机会主义而遭到损害的。 那么，难道我就没有信仰吗?信仰存在于你的心灵深处，当希望和幻想渐渐枯竭，沉淀下来的就是信仰。为了它，你甘愿做出任何牺牲，因为没有它，你的存在就毫无意义——你只不过是一个会行走的影子。我知道我的内心深处有什么。在别无选择的情况下，我愿意牺牲任何人际关系、任何生活方式去寻找使我能创作诗歌的真理。我知道很有可能我写的每一首诗在我死后都不能流传。我也明白诗歌创作在今天或许是一个人所能做的最荒谬、最无用的事情。然而，正是在这样的危难之时，每一个人才能发现或重新发现他最珍视的东西。于是我那诗人渴望创作的本能在胸中涌动，使我能让恐惧、怀疑，甚至绝望激发自己创作。在诗歌创作中，我觉得我和人类，和平凡的人紧密相连，他们坚守着自己的岗位，直到炸弹落下或是海浪席卷而来将他们淹没。坚守是因为他相信这是他最能做的事情，尽管这信仰难以用语言传达。但诗人比普通人幸运，因为他的工作始终是他的天职。他就像肩负着一种宗教使命一样，或许并不需要有宗教信仰，但因为诗歌或是不涉及琐事和瞬息即逝的事物，或是将它们作为本质和永恒的意象，诗歌至少是一种精神活动。 人需要有一种宗教信仰使他的生活有意义。我希望我也能有这样的信仰，但我的任何信念总会充满困惑和保留看法。然而，我写诗就是努力发掘生活的意义。偶尔，我用诗歌表现自己的经历和感受，从中也明白了我不曾意识到自己已经懂得的道理。因此，对我来说，诗歌创作的冲动表现出来的，不是因为不系统而不太真实的东西……而是一种信仰，那就是，人必须享受生活，探索生活的真谛，提高生活的品质。人可各尽其能，而我则通过写诗尽善尽美地完成我的使命。 附注： 塞(西尔)·戴·刘易斯：英国最杰出的诗人之一。 有关英语美文摘抄带翻译：Life, free to soar by Wayne B.Lynn One windy spring day, I observed young people having fun using the wind to fly their kites.Multicolored creations of varying shapes and sizes filled the skies like beautiful birds darting anddancing. As the strong winds gusted against the kites, a string kept them in check. Instead of blowing away with the wind, they arose against it to achieve great heights. Theyshook and pulled, but the restraining string and the cumbersome tail kept them in tow, facingupward and against the wind. As the kites struggled and kept them in tow, facing upward andagainst the wind. As the kites struggled and trembled against the string, they seemed to say,”Let me go! Let me go! I want to be free!” they soared beautifully even as they fought therestriction of the string. Finally, one of the kites succeeded in breaking loose. “Free at last,” itseemed to say. “Free to fly with the wind.” Yet freedom from restraint simply put it at the mercy of an unsympathetic breeze. Itfluttered ungracefully to the ground and landed in a tangled mass of weeds and string againsta dead bush. ”Free at last”, free to lie powerless in the dirt, to be blown helplessly along theground, and to lodge lifeless against the first obstruction. How much like kites we sometimes are. The heaven gives us adversity and restrictions, rules tofollow from which we can grow and gain strength. Restraint is a necessary counterpart to thewinds of opposition. Some of us tug at the rules so hard that we never soar to reach theheights we might have obtained. We keep part of the commandment and never rise highenough to get our tails off the ground. Let us each rise to the great heights, recognizing that some of the restraints that we may chafeunder are actually the steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve. 自由的代价 在一个有风的春日，我看到一群年轻人正在迎风放风筝玩乐，各种颜色、各种形状和大小的风筝就好像美丽的鸟儿在空中飞舞。当强风把风筝吹起，牵引线就能够控制它们。 风筝迎风飘向更高的地方，而不是随风而去。它们摇摆着、拉扯着，但牵引线以及笨重的尾巴使它们处于控制之中，并且迎风而上。它们挣扎着、抖动着想要挣脱线的束缚，仿佛在说：“放开我!放开我!我想要自由!”即使与牵引线奋争着，它们依然在美丽地飞翔。终于，一只风筝成功挣脱了。“终于自由了，”它好像在说，“终于可以随风自由飞翔了!” 然而，脱离束缚的自由使它完全处于无情微风的摆布下。它毫无风度地震颤着向地面坠落，落在一堆乱草之中，线缠绕在一颗死灌木上。“终于自由”使它自由到无力地躺在尘土中，无助地任风沿着地面将其吹走，碰到第一个障碍物便毫无生命地滞留在那里了。 有时我们真像这风筝啊!上苍赋予我们困境和约束，赋予我们成长和增强实力所要遵从的规则。约束是逆风的必要匹配物。我们中有些人是如此强硬地抵制规则，以至我们从来无法飞到本来能够达到的高度。我们只遵从部分戒律，因此永远不会飞得足够高，使尾巴远离地面。 让我们每个人都飞到高处吧，并且认识到这一点：有些可能会令我们生气的约束，实际上是帮助我们攀升和实现愿望的平衡。 有关英语美文摘抄带翻译：Chain of Love "How do you account for your remarkable accomplishment in life?" Queen Victoria of England asked Helen Keller. "How do you explain the fact that even though you were both blind and deaf, you were able to accomplish so much?" Ms. Keller's answer is a tribute to her dedicated teacher. "If it had not been for Anne Sullivan, the name of Helen Keller would have remained unknown." According to speaker Zig Ziglar, "Little Annie" Sullivan, as she was called when she was young, was no stranger to hardship. She was almost sightless herself (due to a childhood fever) and was, at one time, diagnosed as hopelessly "insane" by her by caregivers. She was locked in the basement of a mental institution outside of Boston. On occasion, Little Annie would violently attack anyone who came near. Most of the time she generally ignored everyone in her presence. An elderly nurse believed there was hope, however, and she made it her mission to show love to the child. Every day she visited Little Annie. For the most part, the child did not acknowledge the nurse's presence, but she still continued to visit. The kindly woman left cookies for her and spoke words of love and encouragement. She believed Little Annie could recover, if only she were shown love. Eventually, doctors noticed a change in the girl. Where they once witnessed anger and hostility, they now noted an emerging gentleness and love. They moved her upstairs where she continued to improve. Then the day finally came when this seemingly "hopeless" child was released. Anne Sullivan grew into a young woman with a desire to help others as she, herself, was helped by the kindly nurse. It was she who saw the great potential in Helen Keller. She loved her, disciplined her, played with her, pushed her and worked with her until the flickering candle that was her life became a beacon of light to the world. Anne Sullivan worked wonders in Helen's life; but it was a loving nurse who first believed in Little Annie and lovingly transformed an uncommunicative child into a compassionate teacher. "If it had not been for Anne Sullivan, the name of Helen Keller would have remained unknown." But if it had not been for a kind and dedicated nurse, the name of Anne Sullivan would have remained unknown. And so it goes. Just how far back does the chain of redemption extend? And how for forward will it lead? Those you have sought to reach, whether they be in your family or elsewhere, are part of a chain of love that can extend through the generations. Your influence on their lives, whether or not you see results, is immeasurable. Your legacy of dedicated kindness and caring can transform lost and hopeless lives for years to come. 爱的涟漪 英国维多利女王曾问海伦·凯勒：“ 你一生中获得如此卓越成就的原因是什么?你又聋又盲，你是如何取得如此巨大的成就的?” 凯勒女士将这一切归功于她那赋予奉献精神的老师。“如果没有安妮·沙利文, 海伦凯勒的名字也许永远不会为人所知。” 据金克·金克拉说，小安妮——沙利文幼时的名字——可是没少经历苦难。她自己因为儿时发高烧而几乎双目失明，且一度被看护者们诊断为精神失常，无法医治。她被所在波士顿城外一个精神医院的地下室里。有时，小安妮惠狂暴的攻击每一个靠近她的人,但多数时候她则对身边的每一个人不理不睬。 尽管如此，一位上了年纪的护士认为仍有希望。她把爱护这个孩子作为自己的职责，每天都去看小安妮。大多数时候，这孩子都意识不到护士的存在，但她仍旧不断地去看她。这位好心的女士给孩子留下饼干，对她说鼓励和慈爱的话语。她坚信，只要有爱，小安妮就一定能恢复正常。 终于，医生发现了小姑娘身上的变化。以往他们看到的是愤怒和敌意，但现在看到的确是逐渐显现的温顺和爱意。他们把她搬到了楼上，在那里，她的情况继续好转。终于有一天，这个看来无药可救的孩子出院了。 安妮·沙利文长成了一个大姑娘。她热切地渴望去帮助别人，就像她自己被那位好心的护士帮助一样。正是她看到了身上的潜质。她爱护她， 教育 她，和她一起玩耍，该她鼓励，和她一起工作，直到她生命微弱的烛光变成了照亮世界的一束强光。安妮·沙利文创造了海伦生命的奇迹，但首先是一位好心的护士相信小安妮，并慈爱的绛一个无法交流的孩子变成了一个有爱心的老师。 “如果没有安妮·沙利文，海伦·凯勒的名字也许永远不为人知。”但是如果没有那个好心且赋予奉献精神的护士，安妮·沙利文的名字也会远不为人所知。这样推下去，这条救助的链条会绵延到哪里?它又会向前延伸多远? 那些你所想到的人，不管他们在你的家里或是其他什么地方，都是这条在几代人间延续的爱的链条上的一环。你对他们生命的影响，不管你是否看到结果，都是无法估量的。你所奉献的爱心与关怀将会在未来的岁月中转变那些处于迷失和绝望之中的生命。 看了“有关英语美文摘抄带翻译”的人还看了： 1. 英语美文摘抄带翻译 2. 关于英语美文欣赏励志篇 3. 关于优秀英语美文欣赏 4. 关于优秀英语美文摘抄大全 5. 关于经典英语美文摘抄精选

摘抄作为语文课外学习的一项内容，与课堂学习不是截然分开的。一方面它应有自身的`计划与安排，另一方面它也应随时成为课堂教学的好助手，与课堂教学相得益彰。以下内容是我为您精心整理的英语名著经典片段摘抄，欢迎参考！

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.