doi:10.1093/jof/73.8.474Reidel Carl HJournal of Forestry
On the outskirts of a small town lies Devil’s Den, a mysterious tract of woods where many have entered but no one has ever left. The local rumor is that the spirit of a young girl who was horrifically murdered there haunts and hunts in this dense forest, brutally slaying anyone who da...
Whose Woods These are 作者: Veith, Dave 出版年: 2012-1 页数: 648 定价: $ 39.54 ISBN: 9781469141213 豆瓣评分 目前无人评价 评价: 写笔记 写书评 加入购书单 分享到 推荐 我来说两句 短评 ··· 热门 还没人写过短评呢 我要写书评 Whose Woods These are的书评 ··· ( 全部0 条 ...
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening[雪夜林边小驻]---by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know,我知道林子的主人是谁，His house is in the village though.虽村落是他所居之地。He will not see me stopping here,他不会看到我停留于此，To watch his woods fill up with...
The woods are lovely,dark,and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep. ——by Robert Frost (1)What season does it describe? D A. Spring. B. Summer. C. Autumn. D. Winter.(2)Which of the following words rhymes with "...
Whose woods these are I think I know,我知道林子的主人是谁,His house is in the village though.虽村落是他所居之地.He will not see me stopping here,他不会看到我停留于此,To watch his woods fill up with snow.凝视他的林子雪花纷飞.My little horse must think it queer,我的小马一定以我为怪...
Whose Woods These Are 作者:Frome, Michael 副标题:The Story of the National Forests 页数:368 ISBN:9781258424169 豆瓣评分 目前无人评价 评价: 写笔记 写书评 加入购书单 分享到 推荐 我要写书评 Whose Woods These Are的书评 ···(全部 0 条)...
Whose woods these are I think I know. 我想我认识树林的主人 His house is in the village though; 他家住在林边的农村 He will not see me stopping here 他不会看见我暂停此地 To watch his woods fill up with snow. 欣赏他披上雪装的树林 ...
https://nataliabeylis.bandcamp.com/album/whose-woods-these-are?from=embed 'Whose Woods These Are' is an arboreal music & research project by Natalia Beylis & Eimear Reidy. The title of the project 'Whose Woods These Are' is taken from Robert Frost’s 'Stopping by Woods.' The poem enter...
Whose woods these are I think I know.He gives his harness bells a shake,His house is in the village, though;To ask if there's some mistake.He will not see me stopping here,The only other sound's the sweep,To watch his woods fill up with snow.Of easy wind and downy flake.My litt...