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Macbeth » The Raven Himself is Hoarse来源: Freesound 前往原页面 查看译文 作者: scriptique 许可: CC-BY 保留署名许可协议 描述: The raven himself is hoarseThat croaks the fatal entrance of DuncanUnder my battlements. Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts Lady Macbeth, scene v...
所属专辑:莎士比亚: 马克白SHAKESPEARE: Macbeth 喜欢下载分享 用户评论 表情0/300发表评论 暂时没有评论,下载喜马拉雅与主播互动音频列表 1 Act 1 Scene 5 - Enter Lady Macbeth 582022-01 2 Act 1 Scene 5 - Lady Macbeth The Raven Himself Is Hoarse 572022-01 3 Act 1 Scene 5 - Enter Macbeth - Lady...
Define Argus. Argus synonyms, Argus pronunciation, Argus translation, English dictionary definition of Argus. n. 1. Greek Mythology A giant with 100 eyes who was made guardian of Io and was later slain by Hermes. 2. An alert or watchful person; a guardia
Define croaks. croaks synonyms, croaks pronunciation, croaks translation, English dictionary definition of croaks. n. A low hoarse sound, as that characteristic of a frog or a raven. v. croaked , croak·ing , croaks v. tr. 1. To utter in a low hoarse sou
The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs. The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool. The only thing I want is to see no more stores,no gardens, no more goods, no spectacles, no elevators. It so happens that I am sick of my feet ...
One thought recurring night and day holds him, could he ever but behold his kinsman degraded from the throne, and himself master of Thebes and all its power; a lifetime would be bargain for that day. Now he complains that his exile is but time consumed in idleness, but soon the gust ...
His mirth was hoarse and ghastly, like a raven's croak, and the sick wolf joined him, howling lugubriously.突然间,他不笑了。The man ceased suddenly.如果这真是比尔的骸骨,他怎么能嘲笑比尔呢;如果这些有红有白,啃得精光的骨头,真是比尔的话?How could he have the laugh on Bill if that were...
And let him entertain himself a while VVithout i' th' Gallery. Now, now, my Clients Begin their Visitation! Vulture, Kite, Raven, Gorcrow, all my Birds of Prey, That think me turning Carcass, now they come: I am not for 'em yet. How now? the news? Mos. A piece of Plate, Sir...
Here the stern gladiator stood, And faced the prowlers of the wood, The peasant now within these walls His weary team at twilight stalls, And listless lies or starts to hear The skulking fox that rustles near, Or raven on the topmost verge Croaking hoarse answer to the surge. Now where...