W hen I was one-and-twenty 是豪斯曼写于1896 的作 品。阿尔弗雷德 爱德华 豪斯曼(A E H ousm an,1895 —1936),英国诗人。生于伍斯特郡一个律师家庭,从小 喜爱写诗,曾在牛津大学攻读古希腊罗马文学。1882 至 1892 年在伦敦专利注册局任小职员,继续研究希腊罗马文 学,成为著名的古罗马文学校勘学家。此后他...
结果1 题目D When I was eight or nine years old, I wrote my first poem.My mother read the little poom and began to cry. "Buddy, you didn't really write this beautiful, 相关知识点: 试题来源: 解析 文章大意:当我八九岁的时候,我写了我的第一首诗。我母亲倾吐了她的赞美。我度过了那个下午...
结果1 题目 When I was eight, I wrote my first poem. My mother read and cried, “Buddy, you didn't really write this beautiful poem!” Shyly, but 11___, I said yes. She poured out her 12___.“It was nothing short of talent!”“What time will Father be home?” I asked. ...
When I was eight, I wrote my first poem. My mother read and cried, “Buddy, you didn’t really write this beautiful poem!” Shyly, but ___, I said yes. She poured out her___. “It was nothing short of talent!”“What time will Father be home?” I asked. I could___wait to...
The article presents the poem "Poem Begun in the Haro Street When I Was 28 and Finished When I Was 38," by Sandra McPherson. First Line: Those I vainly wish to meet are like the whales. Last Line: I should never have tried to love you with the mother tongue.McPherson...
【答案】1.those 2.becoming 3.a 4.than 5.strictly 6.Officers/officials 7.which 8.Earlier 9.making 10.was included 【导语】这是一篇说明文。短文介绍了印章雕刻的发展、意义以及对其的保护。 1.考查代词。句意:起初,篆书上的字与书...
When l was seven, I wrote my first poem and showed it to my mother. She read and cried, "Buddy, you really wrote a beautiful poem!" Shyly but (1) , I said yes. She poured out her (2) , "It was wonderful!" "What time will father be home? "I asked. I couldn't wait t...
结果1 题目 When I was in my early 20s. I first discovered the poem Desiderata. It feel my blood pressure dropping. It's like a cool light wind on a hot day.was a grey rainy weekend in a shop in Australia. On the wall was a post and tells me that the solution to chaos (混乱...
When I was nine years old, I wrote my first poem. My mother read the little poem and cried. “Buddy, it’s a beautiful, beautiful poem!” My mother poured out her praise. “What time will Father be home?” I asked. I could hardly wait to show him my poem. My father had begun...
When I was nine years old, I wrote my first poem. My mother read the little poem and cried. “Buddy, it’s a beautiful, beautiful poem!” My mother poured out her praise. “What time will Father be home?” I asked. I could hardly wait to show him my poem. My father had begun...