BEASTS AND SUPER-BEASTSBEASTS AND SUPER-BEASTSH. H. MUNRO ("SAKI")1- Page 2-BEASTS AND SUPER-BEASTSTHE SHE-WOLFLEONARD BILSITER was one of those people who have failed tofind this world attractive or interesting, and who have soughtcompensation in an "unseen world" of their own experience orimagination - or invention. Children do that sort of thing successfully,...　

29 BCTHE GEORGICSby VirgilGEORGIC IWhat makes the cornfield smile; beneath what starMaecenas, it is meet to turn the sodOr marry elm with vine; how tend the steer;What pains for cattle-keeping, or what proofOf patient trial serves for thrifty bees;-Such are my themes.O universal lightsMost glorious! ye that lead the gliding yearAlong the sky, Liber and Ceres mild,If by your bounty holpen earth once changedChaonian acorn for the plump wheat-ear,And mingled with the grape, your new-found gift,...　

A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATEA WARD OF THEGOLDEN GATEBret Harte1- Page 2-A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATEPROLOGUE.In San Francisco the "rainy season" had been making itself a realityto the wondering Eastern immigrant. There were short days of driftingclouds and flying sunshine, and long succeeding nights of incessantdownpour, when the rain rattled on the thin shingles or drummed on theresounding zinc of pioneer roofs. The shifting sand-dunes on the outskirts...　

The Three Taverns A Book of Poems By Edwin Arlington RobinsonThe Three TavernsA Book of Poems By Edwin Arlington RobinsonEdwin Arlington Robinson1- Page 2-The Three Taverns A Book of Poems By Edwin Arlington RobinsonThe Valley of the ShadowThere were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow, There werefaces unregarded, there were faces to forget; There were fires of grief andfear that are a few forgotten ashes, There were sparks of recognition thatare not forgotten yet. For at first, with an amazed and overwhelming...　

●不满和牢骚时啊呸!真见鬼!Oh, heck! *heck表示有点灰心和失望。Oh, heck! I failed the test. (噢，见鬼!没考及格。)Oh, darn!Oh, no!什么!Shucks! *承认自己的错误，或回应别人对自己的不满时。Where is your homework? (你的作业在哪儿呢?)Shucks! I forgot it at home. (哎呀!我忘在家里了。)真见鬼!Shoot! *表示厌恶、激怒、惊奇等。常用来表示事情并不像自己所想像的那样顺利时。Shoot! I Missed the train. (真见鬼!我没赶上电车。)Sheesh!他妈的!Shit! *听起来很低级。shoot是shit的委婉说法。啊!糟了!Uh-oh. *表示“不好”、“糟了”，带有惊讶的语气。Did you bring the book I lent you? (你借我的书带来了吗?)Uh-oh. I forgot. (啊，糟了，我忘了。)有的事是行不通的。Not everything is logical. *logical “合逻辑的”、“合乎道理的”。...　

THE FRIENDLY ROADTHE FRIENDLY ROADby DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY1- Page 2-THE FRIENDLY ROADA WORD TO HIM WHO OPENSTHIS BOOKI did not plan when I began writing these chapters to make an entirebook, but only to put down the more or less unusual impressions, theevents and adventures, of certain quiet pilgrimages in country roads. Butwhen I had written down all of these things, I found I had material inplenty."What shall I call it now that I have written it?" I asked myself....　

　　 In the Court of the Fountain the sun of March shone through young leaves of ash and elm, and water leapt and fell through shadow and clear light. About that roofless court stood four high walls of stone. Behind those were rooms and courts, passages, corridors, towers, and at last the heavy outmost walls of the Great House of Roke, which would stand any assault of war or earthquake or the sea itself, being built not only of stone, but of incontestable magic. For Roke is the Isle of the Wise, where the art magic is taught; and the Great House is the school and central place of wizardry; and the central place of the House is that small court far within the walls, where the fountain plays an　

An International Episodeby Henry JamesPART IFour years agoin 1874two young Englishmen had occasion to goto the United States. They crossed the ocean at midsummer,and, arriving in New York on the first day of August,were much struck with the fervid temperature of that city.Disembarking upon the wharf, they climbed into one of those hugehigh-hung coaches which convey passengers to the hotels,and with a great deal of bouncing and bumping, took theircourse through Broadway. The midsummer aspect of New Yorkis not, perhaps, the most favorable one; still, it isnot without its picturesque and even brilliant side....　

Ragged Lady, v2by William Dean HowellsPart 2XV.Mrs. Lander went to a hotel in New York where she had been in the habitof staying with her husband, on their way South or North. The clerk knewher, and shook hands with her across the register, and said she couldhave her old rooms if she wanted them; the bell-boy who took up theirhand-baggage recalled himself to her; the elevator-boy welcomed her witha smile of remembrance.Since she was already up, from coming off the sleeping-car, she had noexcuse for not going to breakfast like other people; and she went withClementina to the dining-room, where the head-waiter, who found themplaces, spoke with an outlandish accent, and the waiter who served　

THE HOUSE BEHIND THE CEDARSTHE HOUSE BEHINDTHE CEDARSBY CHARLES W. CHESNUTT1- Page 2-THE HOUSE BEHIND THE CEDARSIA STRANGER FROM SOUTH CAROLINATime touches all things with destroying hand; and if he seem nowand then to bestow the bloom of youth, the sap of spring, it is but a briefmockery, to be surely and swiftly followed by the wrinkles of old age, thedry leaves and bare branches of winter. And yet there are places where...　

　　By P. G. Wodehouse　　1　In a day in June, at the hour when London moves abroad in quest of lunch, a young man stood at the entrance of the Bandolero Restaurant looking earnestly up Shaftesbury Avenuea large young man in excellent condition, with a pleasant, good-humoured, brown, clean-cut face. He paid no attention to the stream of humanity that flowed past him. His mouth was set and his eyes wore a serious, almost a wistful expression. He was frowning slightly. One would have said that here was a man with a secret sorrow.　William FitzWilliam Delamere Chalmers, Lord Dawlish, had no secret sorrow. All that he was thinking of at that moment was the best method of laying a golf ball dead in fr　

　　　　In the Country of the Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of Oz, lived a youth called Tip. There was more to his name than that, for old Mombi often declared that his whole name was Tippetarius; but no one was expected to say such a long word when "Tip" would do just as well.　　This boy remembered nothing of his parents, for he had been brought when quite young to be reared by the old woman known as Mombi, whose reputation, I am sorry to say, was none of the best. For the Gillikin people had reason to suspect her of indulging in magical arts, and therefore hesitated to associate with her.　　Mombi was not exactly a Witch, because the Good Witch who ruled that part of the Land of O