Now we see that VIOLA knows the speech by heart, and is silently mouthing it with the actor. HENSLOWE There's a lady knows your play by heart. But when he turns to WILL he finds that WILL has gone. INT. WILL'S ROOM. DAY. WILL comes into his room, goes straight to his table in...
三、根据句意及首字母或汉语提示完成单词。1. The fist(行) in this poem has one word.2. Please use a noun t
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This is both title and first line of a poem. The warm spring wind fluttered against his face like an old kiss —Michael Malone Wind … beat like a fist against his face —Vicki Baum The wind blew gusts of wind into his face that were much like a shower-bath —Honore de Balzac The ...
Nancy Wilson was thumbing through some notes when she found a poem written by her son, Curtis. Perceptive and probing, it seemed to sum up our politically malignant era—and what was spiritually absent at the core of it. "[He] wrote this poem for a class assignment," theHeartco-fou...
And that mother could sleep, hearing the poor child's groans! Can you understand why a little creature, who can't even understand what's done to her, should beat her little aching heart with her tiny fist in the dark and the cold, and weep her meek unresentful tears to dear,...
dishearten, put off - take away the enthusiasm of douse, put out - put out, as of a candle or a light; "Douse the lights"3.put - formulate in a particular style or language; "I wouldn't put it that way"; "She cast her request in very polite language" ...
The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it enjoins us to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. The rabbis of old put it this way: “A man come...
My first poem is a haiga, a combination of visual art and poetry with a syllable count 5/7/5. My seasonal kigo word is straight from my Thanksgiving holiday: cranberries. last night’s cranberries tart, sweet, warmed in the micro