英语小说网

忘记白天的浮躁和喧嚣，静心阅读，感受世间苦乐悲喜，提升人生高度。以浅显的语言表达着人间真情；以至深的情感述说着五彩人生；在每一个角落把真情的火炬点燃；让每一缕清香在尘世间流传；让真情在心灵的碰撞中凝固成永恒。

A league of tangled forest and canyon behind Rough-and-Ready, for which he had paid Don Ramon's heirs an extravagant price in the presumption that it was auriferous, furnished the most accessible timber to build the town, at prices which amply remunerated him.

  It's a long and winding picaresque novel set in 15th century Europe, telling the story of the love between Gerard Eliason, an artist turned priest, and Margaret Brandt, the daughter of a poor scholar, and reflects the conflict between family and church which overshadowed the lives of so many in medieval times.

Short excerpt: Therefore when Mr. Henry Perkins the well-known impresario announced with an air of conscious pride and pardonable enthusiasm that he had secured Diotti for a 縧imited靠 number of concerts Perkins?friends assured that wide-awake gentleman that his foresight amounted to positive genius and they predicted an unparalleled success for his star.

维尼是一头可爱的小熊，维尼最在乎他的朋友以及朋友们的幸福和感受，再没有比小熊维尼更好的朋友了。 　　维尼永远也吃不够蜂蜜，喜欢把手边的所有小东西放到嘴里咂吮，以安慰它那老是咕咕叫的大肚肚。

在英格兰的大教堂城市，教会和政治的关系密不可分。政府任命这些城市教会的首领——主教，主教之下还有执事长、教士长、代牧、堂区牧师以及特遣牧师——级别、重要性、影响力和收入都不尽相同的各类神职人员。这一切已经够复杂的了，然而，普劳蒂博士被委任为巴彻斯特新主教一事，颠覆了这座宁静城市的既定等级，权力斗争由此而起，反抗对象是新任主教的妻子——令人生畏的普劳蒂太太。再加上新任主教的特遣牧师奥巴代亚·斯洛普，一个油滑的野心家，战争的要素就算齐备了。

这部书里自由地讲述了希腊、罗马、北欧、东方的古典故事，简洁优雅，引人入胜。 他信奉着“趣味纯洁，寓意高尚”的原则，让我们远离恐怖与色情，把我们领到一个尘世之外的世界：那里有不可捉摸的美丽、希望与幻想…… 神话中的人可以点石成金，神话中的男男女女可以自由自在地生存……打开布尔芬奇的这部书，你可以回身到“童话世界”里去。

A group of boys was assembled in an open field tothe west of the public schoolhouse in the town ofCrawford. Most of them held hats in their hands,while two, stationed sixty feet distant from eachother, were ``having catch.''

   This is the story of a bad boy. Well, not such a very bad, but a pretty bad boy; and I ought to know, for I am, or rather I was, that boy myself.    Lest the title should mislead the reader, I hasten to assure him here that I have no dark confessions to make. I call my story the story of a bad boy, partly to distinguish myself from those faultless young gentlemen who generally figure in narratives of this kind, and partly because I really was not a cherub. I may truthfully say I was an amiable, impulsive lad, blessed with fine digestive powers, and no hypocrite. I didn't want to be an angel and with the angels stand; I didn't think the missionary tracts presented to me by the Rev. Wibird Hawkins were half so nice as Robinson Crusoe; and I didn't send my little pocket-money to the natives of the Feejee Islands, but spent it royally in peppermint-drops and taffy candy. In short, I was a real human boy, such as you may meet anywhere in New England, and no more like the impossible boy in a storybook than a sound orange is like one that has been sucked dry. But let us begin at the beginning.