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《僵尸新娘》中眾多骨架歡迎Victor時唱的歌（開頭是die die....的）叫什么？
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- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Here ye, here ye, 10 minutes to go
till Van Dort's wedding rehearsal.
Watch it!
- It's a beautiful day
- It's a rather nice day
A day for a glorious wedding
A rehearsal, my dear
To be perfectly clear
A rehearsal for a glorious wedding
Assuming nothing happens
That we don't really know
That nothing unexpected
Interferes with the show
And that's why everything
Every last little thing
Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go
- According to plan
- Our son will be married
- According to plan
- Our family carried
Elevated to the heights of society
- To the costume balls
- In the hallowed halls
Rubbing elbows with the finest
Having crumpets with Her Highness
We'll be there, we'll be seen
Having tea with the queen
We'll forget everything
That we've ever, ever been
- Blimey! It's my dress is caught.
- Begging your pardon, ma'am.
- Come on, dear.
- It's not me. It's my dress is caught.
Where is Victor? We might be late.
Fish merchants.
- It's a terrible day
- Now, don't be that way
It's a terrible day for a wedding
It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in
That has led to this ominous wedding
How could our family have come to this?
To marry off our daughter
To the nouveau riche
- They're so common
- So coarse
- Oh, it couldn't be worse
- Couldn't be worse? I'm afraid I disagree
They could be land-rich,
Bankrupt aristocracy
Without a penny to their name
Just like you and me
Oh, dear.
And that's why everything
Every last little thing
Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go
- According to plan
- Our daughter will wed
- According to plan
- Our family led
From the depths of deepest poverty
- To the noble realm
- Of our ancestry
And who would have guessed
In a million years
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2 johnny depp配音的僵尸新娘臺詞！英文強的進！
- That our daughter with a face
- Of an otter in disgrace
Would provide our ticket
To a rightful place
Oh, Hildegarde.
What if Victor and I
don't like each other?
As if that has anything
to do with marriage.
Do you suppose your father and I
like each other?
Surely you must a little?
- Of course not.
- Of course not.
Get those corsets laced properly.
I can hear you speak without gasping.
You've certainly hooked a winner
this time, Victor.
- Now, all you have to do is reel her in.
- I'm already reeling, Mother.
Shouldn't Victoria Everglot
be marrying a lord or something?
Oh, nonsense! We're every bit
as good as the Everglots.
I always knew I deserved better
than a fish merchant's life.
But I've never even spoken to her.
Well, at least we have that
in our favor.
Mayhew! Silence that blasted coughing.
Marriage is a partnership,
a little tit for tat.
You'd think a lifetime watching us...
Might have taught her that
- Might have taught her that
- Everything must be perfect
- Everything must be perfect
- Everything must be perfect
Perfect
That's why everything
Every last little thing
Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go
According to plan
Look at the way you're standing.
You look like you got rickets
or something...
Oh, my goodness. Oh, such grandeur!
Such impeccable taste!
Oh, beautiful, innit?
It's not as big as our place, dear.
- Bit shabby really, isn't it?
- Shut up.
Lord and Lady Everglot...
...Mr. And Mrs. Van Dort.
Why, you must be Miss Victoria.
Yes, I must say, you don't look a day
over . No. Oh, yes.
Smile, darling, smile.
Well, hello. What a pleasure.
Welcome to our home.
Thank you.
We'll be taking tea
in the west drawing room.
Oh, do come this way,
it's just through there.
Oh, I love what you've done with the place.
Who is your decorator?
Nice tiles, shame about the drapes.
My husband says such foolish things.
Ignore him.
Yes, it's usually best.
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3 回復：johnny depp配音的僵尸新娘臺詞！英文強的進！
- Do forgive me.
- You play beautifully.
I... I... I do apologize, Miss Everglot.
How rude of me to... Well...
Excuse me.
Mother won't let me near the piano.
Music is improper for a young lady.
Too passionate, she says.
If I may ask, Miss Everglot...
...where is your chaperon?
Perhaps, in...
In view of the circumstances...
...you could call me Victoria.
Yes, of course. Well...
- Victoria...
- Yes, Victor.
Tomorrow, we are to be m...
M... M...
- Married.
- Yes. Married.
Since I was a child, I've...
I've dreamt of my wedding day.
I always hoped to find someone
I was deeply in love with.
Someone to spend
the rest of my life with.
- Silly, isn't it?
- Yes, silly.
No. No, not at all, no.
Oh, dear. I'm sorry.
What impropriety is this?
You shouldn't be alone together.
Here it is, one minute before
and you're not at the rehearsal.
Pastor Galswells is waiting.
Come at once.
Master Van Dort,
from the beginning. Again.
"With this hand,
I will lift your sorrows.
Your cup will never empty,
for I will be your wine.
With this candle,
I will light your way in darkness.
With this ring, I ask you to be mine."
- Let's try it again.
- Yes. Yes, sir.
With this candle...
This candle...
This candle.
- Shall I get up there and do it for him?
- Don't get all aflutter, dear.
With this candle...
Continue!
Get the door, Emil.
Let's just pick it up at the candle bit.
A Lord Barkis, sir.
I haven't a head for dates.
Apparently,
I'm a day early for the ceremony.
- Is he from your side of the family?
- I can't recall.
Emil, a seat for Lord Barkis.
Do carry on.
Let's try it again, shall we,
Master Van Dort?
- Yes. Yes, sir. Certainly.
- Right.
Right. Oh, right!
- With this... This...
With this hand...
...I... With...
Three steps, three!
Can you not count? Do you not wish
to be married, Master Van Dort?
- No! No.
- You do not?
No! I meant, no,
I do not not wish to be married.
That is, I want very much to...
Pay attention! Have you
even remembered to bring the ring?
The ring? Yes. Of course.
- Dropping the ring.
- Oh, no, he's dropped the ring!
- This boy doesn't want to get married.
- How disgraceful!
Excuse me. Got it!
Out of the way, you ninny.
Oh, dear! Oh, my! Giddy on, there's a
woman on fire! Help! Emergency!
- Oh, I hope it doesn't stain.
- Stop fanning it, you fool.
- Get a bucket, get a bucket.
- I'm on my way, dear. Yes. Oh, dear!
Enough! This wedding cannot take place
until he is properly prepared.
Young man, learn your vows.
Well, he's quite the catch, isn't he?
Oh, Victoria.
She must think I'm such a fool.
This day couldn't get any worse.
Hear ye, hear ye! Rehearsal in ruins
as Van Dort boy causes chaos!
Fishy fianc?could be canned!
Everglots all fired up
as Van Dort disaster ruins rehearsal!
It really shouldn't be all that difficult.
It's just a few simple vows.
With this hand, I will take your wine.
No.
With this hand...
...I will cup your...
Oh, goodness, no.
With this...
With this...
With this candle, I will...
I will...
I will set your mother on fire.
Oh, it's no use.
With this hand,
I will lift your sorrows.
Your cup will never empty,
for I will be your wine.
Mrs. Everglot.
You look ravishing this evening.
What's that, Mr. Everglot?
Call you "Dad"? If you insist, sir.
With this candle,
I will light your way in darkness.
With this ring...
...I ask you to be mine.
I do.
You may kiss the bride.
- A new arrival.
- He must've fainted.
- Are you all right?
- What..? What happened?
By Jove, man. Looks like
we've got ourselves a breather.
- Does he have a dead brother?
- He's still soft.
A toast, then.
To the newlyweds.
Newlyweds?
In the woods,
you said your vows so perfectly.
I did?
I did.
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Coming through, coming through.
My name is Paul, I am the head waiter.
I will be creating your wedding feast.
Wedding feast! I'm salivating.
Maggots.
Keep away!
I've got a...
I've got a dwarf.
And I'm not afraid to use him.
I want some questions. Now!
- Answers. I think you mean "answers."
- Thank you, yes, answers.
I need answers.
What's going on here? Where am I?
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6 回復：johnny depp配音的僵尸新娘臺詞！英文強的進！
Who are you?
Well, that's kind of a long story.
What a story it is.
A tragic tale of romance, passion...
...and murder most foul.
This is gonna be good.
Hit it, boys.
Hey, give me a listen
You corpses of cheer
At least those of you
Who still got an ear
I'll tell you a story
Make a skeleton cry
Of our own jubiliciously
Lovely Corpse Bride
Die, die, we all pass away
But don't wear a frown
Because it's really okay
You might try and hide
And you might try and pray
But we all end up
The remains of the day
That's right.
Well, our girl was a beauty
Known for miles around
When a mysterious stranger
Came into town
He was plenty good-looking
But down on his cash
And our poor little baby
She fell hard and fast
When her daddy said no
She just couldn't cope
So our lovers came up
With a plan to elope
Die, die, we all pass away
But don't wear a frown
Because it's really okay
You might try and hide
And you might try and pray
But we all end up
The remains of the day
That's right.
Okay. Oh, yeah.
Come on, boys, pick it up.
Yeah. Like it.
Okay, Chancy, take it.
Yeah.
Yeah!
That's nice.
So they conjured up a plan
To meet late at night
They told not a soul
Kept the whole thing tight
Now, her mother's wedding dress
Fit like a glove
You don't need much
When you're really in love
Except for a few things
Or so I'm told
Like the family jewels
And a satchel of gold
Then next to the graveyard
By the old oak tree
On a dark foggy night
At a quarter to
She was ready to go
But where was he?
And then?
- She waited
- And then?
- There in the shadows, was it her man?
- And then?
- Her little heart beat so loud
- And then?
And then, baby, everything went black
Now, when she opened her eyes
She was dead as dust
Her jewels were missing
And her heart was bust
So she made a vow
Lying under that tree
That she'd wait for her true love
To come set her free
Always waiting for someone
To ask for her hand
Then out of the blue
Comes this groovy young man
Who vows forever
To be by her side
And that's the story
Of our Corpse Bride
Die, die, we all pass away
But don't wear a frown,
Because it's really okay
You might try and hide
And you might try and pray
But we all end up
The remains of the day
Yeah.
Victoria, come away from the window.
Oh, I'm sure he'll be back shortly.
He's terrified of the dark.
In fact, when he was a boy...
...he used to wet his combinations
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7 回復：johnny depp配音的僵尸新娘臺詞！英文強的進！
regularly, didn't he, William?
Enter.
Lord Barkis.
I trust the room is to your liking.
Thank you,
you are a most gracious hostess.
Which is why it pains me
to be the bearer of such bad news.
Would you care
to repeat tonight's headline for us?
Hear ye, hear ye!
Victor Van Dort seen this night on the
bridge in the arms of a mystery woman!
The dark-haired temptress and Master
Van Dort slipped away into the night!
And now, the weather.
Scattered showers...
Enough! That will be all.
Mystery woman?
He doesn't even know any women!
Or so you thought.
Do call for me
if you need my assistance...
...in any way.
Good heavens, Finis,
what should we do?
Fetch me musket.
William, do something.
The town crier
probably just had a slow news day.
You know how it is,
you need a little something to cry about.
Regardless, we are one groom short
for the wedding tomorrow.
Not to mention
the financial implications.
A most scandalous embarrassment
for us all.
Oh, give us a chance to find him,
we beg of you.
- Just give us until dawn.
- Very well. Till dawn.
Victor, darling, where are you?
If you ask me,
your boyfriend is kind of jumpy.
He's not my boyfriend,
he's my husband.
Victor, where have you gone?
I'll keep an eye out for him.
Victor?
There he goes, there he goes!
He's... He's getting away!
Quick, quick, after him!
大作文 假如給我三天光明
--?By? Helen?Keller
Three?Days?to?See
All?of?us?have?read?thrilling?stories?in?which?the?hero?had?only?a?limited?and?specified?time?to?live.?Sometimes?it?was?as?long?as?a?year;?sometimes?as?short?as?twenty-four?hours.But?always?we?were?interested?in?discovering?just?how?the?doomed?man?chose?to?spend?his?last?days?or?his?last?hours.?I?speak,?of?course,?of?free?men?who?have?a?choice,?not?condemned?criminals?whose?sphere?of?activities?is?strictly?delimited.
Such?stories?set?us?thinking,?wondering?what?we?should?do?under?similar?circumstances.?What?events,?what?experiences,?what?associations?should?we?crowd?into?those?last?hours?as?mortal?beings??What?happiness?should?we?find?in?reviewing?the?past,?what?regrets?
Sometimes?I?have?thought?it?would?be?an?excellent?rule?to?live?each?day?as?if?we?should?die?tomorrow.?Such?an?attitude?would?emphasize?sharply?the?values?of?life.?We?should?live?each?day?with?a?gentleness,?a?vigor,?and?a?keenness?of?appreciation?which?are?often?lost?when?time?stretches?before?us?in?the?constant?panorama?of?more?days?and?months?and?years?to?come.? There?are?those,?of?course,?who?would?adopt?the?Epicurean?motto?of?"Eat,?drink,?and?be?merry,"?but?most?people?would?be?chastened?by?the?certainty?of?impending?death.
In?stories?the?doomed?hero?is?usually?saved?at?the?last?minute?by?some?stroke?of?fortune,?but?almost?always?his?sense?of?values?is?changed.?he?becomes?more?appreciative?of?the?meaning?of?life?and?its?permanent?spiritual?values.?It?ahs?often?been?noted?that?those?who?live,?or?have?lived,?in?the?shadow?of?death?bring?a?mellow?sweetness?to?everything?they?do.
Most?of?us,?however,?take?life?for?granted.?We?know?that?one?day?we?must?die,?but?usually?we?picture?that?day?as?far?in?the?future.?When?we?are?in?buoyant?health,?death?is?all?but?unimaginable.?We?seldom?think?of?it.?The?days?stretch?out?in?an?endless?vista.?So?we?go?about?our?petty?tasks,?hardly?aware?of?our?listless?attitude?toward?life.
The?same?lethargy,?I?am?afraid,?characterizes?the?use?of?all?our?faculties?and?senses.?Only?the?deaf?appreciate?hearing,?only?the?blind?realize?the?manifold?blessings?that?lie?in?sight.?Particularly?does?this?observation?apply?to?those?who?have?lost?sight?and?hearing?in?adult?life.?But?those?who?have?never?suffered?impairment?of?sight?or?hearing?seldom?make?the?fullest?use?of?these?blessed?faculties.?Their?eyes?and?ears?take?in?all?sights?and?sounds?hazily,?without?concentration?and?with?little?appreciation.?It?is?the?same?old?story?of?not?being?grateful?for?what?we?have?until?we?lose?it,?of?not?being?conscious?of?health?until?we?are?ill.
I?have?often?thought?it?would?be?a?blessing?if?each?human?being?were?stricken?blind?and?deaf?for?a?few?days?at?some?time?during?his?early?adult?life.?Darkness?would?make?him?more?appreciative?of?sight;?silence?would?tech?him?the?joys?of?sound.
Now?and?them?I?have?tested?my?seeing?friends?to?discover?what?they?see.?Recently?I?was?visited?by?a?very?good?friends?who?had?just?returned?from?a?long?walk?in?the?woods,?and?I?asked?her?what?she?had?observed..?"Nothing?in?particular,?"?she?replied.?I?might?have?been?incredulous?had?I?not?been?accustomed?to?such?reposes,?for?long?ago?I?became?convinced?that?the?seeing?see?little.
How?was?it?possible,?I?asked?myself,?to?walk?for?an?hour?through?the?woods?and?see?nothing?worthy?of?note??I?who?cannot?see?find?hundreds?of?things?to?interest?me?through?mere?touch.?I?feel?the?delicate?symmetry?of?a?leaf.?I?pass?my?hands?lovingly?about?the?smooth?skin?of?a?silver?birch,?or?the?rough,?shaggy?bark?of?a?pine.?In?the?spring?I?touch?the?branches?of?trees?hopefully?in?search?of?a?bud?the?first?sign?of?awakening?Nature?after?her?winter's?sleep.?I?feel?the?delightful,?velvety?texture?of?a?flower,?and?discover?its?remarkable?convolutions;?and?something?of?the?miracle?of?Nature?is?revealed?to?me.?Occasionally,?if?I?am?very?fortunate,?I?place?my?hand?gently?on?a?small?tree?and?feel?the?happy?quiver?of?a?bird?in?full?song.?I?am?delighted?to?have?the?cool?waters?of?a?brook?rush?thought?my?open?finger.?To?me?a?lush?carpet?of?pine?needles?or?spongy?grass?is?more?welcome?than?the?most?luxurious?Persian?rug.?To?me?the?page?ant?of?seasons?is?a?thrilling?and?unending?drama,?the?action?of?which?streams?through?my?finger?tips.
At?times?my?heart?cries?out?with?longing?to?see?all?these?things.?If?I?can?get?so?much?pleasure?from?mere?touch,?how?much?more?beauty?must?be?revealed?by?sight.?Yet,?those?who?have?eyes?apparently?see?little.?the?panorama?of?color?and?action?which?fills?the?world?is?taken?for?granted.?It?is?human,?perhaps,?to?appreciate?little?that?which?we?have?and?to?long?for?that?which?we?have?not,?but?it?is?a?great?pity?that?in?the?world?of?light?the?gift?of?sight?is?used?only?as?a?mere?conveniences?rather?than?as?a?means?of?adding?fullness?to?life.
If?I?were?the?president?of?a?university?I?should?establish?a?compulsory?course?in?"How?to?Use?Your?Eyes".?The?professor?would?try?to?show?his?pupils?how?they?could?add?joy?to?their?lives?by?really?seeing?what?passes?unnoticed?before?them.?He?would?try?to?awake?their?dormant?and?sluggish?faculties.
Perhaps?I?can?best?illustrate?by?imagining?what?I?should?most?like?to?see?if?I?were?given?the?use?of?my?eyes,?say,?for?just?three?days.?And?while?I?am?imagining,?suppose?you,?too,set?your?mind?to?work?on?the?problem?of?how?you?would?use?your?own?eyes?if?you?had?only?three?more?days?to?see.?If?with?the?on-coming?darkness?of?the?third?night?you?knew?that?the?sun?would?never?rise?for?you?again,?how?would?you?spend?those?three?precious?intervening?days??What?would?you?most?want?to?let?your?gaze?rest?upon?
I,?naturally,?should?want?most?to?see?the?things?which?have?become?dear?to?me?through?my?years?of?darkness.?You,?too,?would?want?to?let?your?eyes?rest?on?the?things?that?have?become?dear?to?you?so?that?you?could?take?the?memory?of?them?with?you?into?the?night?that?loomed?before?you.
If,?by?some?miracle,?I?were?granted?three?seeing?days,?to?be?followed?by?a?relapse?into?darkness,?I?should?divide?the?period?into?three?parts.
The?First?Day
On?the?first?day,?I?should?want?to?see?the?people?whose?kindness?and?gentleness?and?companionship?have?made?my?life?worth?living.?First?I?should?like?to?gaze?long?upon?the?face?of?my?dear?teacher,?Mrs.?Anne?Sullivan?Macy,?who?came?to?me?when?I?was?a?child?and?opened?the?outer?world?to?me.?I?should?want?not?merely?to?see?the?outline?of?her?face,?so?that?I?could?cherish?it?in?my?memory,?but?to?study?that?face?and?find?in?it?the?living?evidence?of?the?sympathetic?tenderness?and?patience?with?which?she?accomplished?the?difficult?task?of?my?education.?I?should?like?to?see?in?her?eyes?that?strength?of?character?which?has?enabled?her?to?stand?firm?in?the?face?of?difficulties,?and?that?compassion?for?all?humanity?which?she?has?revealed?to?me?so?often.
I?do?not?know?what?it?is?to?see?into?the?heart?of?a?friend?through?that?"Window?of?the?soul",?the?eye.?I?can?only?"see"?through?my?finger?tips?the?outline?of?a?face.?I?can?detect?laughter,?sorrow,?and?many?other?obvious?emotions.?I?know?my?friends?from?the?feel?of?their?faces.?But?I?cannot?really?picture?their?personalities?by?touch.?I?know?their?personalities,?of?course,?through?other?means,?through?the?thoughts?they?express?to?me,?through?whatever?of?their?actions?are?revealed?to?me.?But?I?am?denied?that?deeper?understanding?of?them?which?I?am?sure?would?come?through?sight?of?them,?through?watching?their?reactions?to?various?expressed?thoughts?and?circumstances,?through?noting?the?immediate?and?fleeting?reactions?of?their?eyes?and?countenance.
Friends?who?are?near?to?me?I?know?well,?because?through?the?months?and?years?they?reveal?themselves?to?me?in?all?their?phases;?but?of?casual?friends?I?have?only?an?incomplete?impression,?an?impression?gained?from?a?handclasp,?from?spoken?words?which?I?take?from?their?lips?with?my?finger?tips,?or?which?they?tap?into?the?palm?of?my?hand.
How?much?easier,?how?much?more?satisfying?it?is?for?you?who?can?see?to?grasp?quickly?the?essential?qualities?of?another?person?by?watching?the?subtleties?of?expression,?the?quiver?of?a?muscle,?the?flutter?of?a?hand.?But?does?it?ever?occur?to?you?to?use?your?sight?to?see?into?the?inner?nature?of?a?friends?or?acquaintance/?Do?not?most?of?you?seeing?people?grasp?casually?the?outward?features?of?a?face?and?let?it?go?at?that?
For?instance?can?you?describe?accurately?the?faces?of?five?good?friends??some?of?you?can,?but?many?cannot.?As?an?experiment,?I?have?questioned?husbands?of?long?standing?about?the?color?of?their?wives'?eyes,?and?often?they?express?embarrassed?confusion?and?admit?that?they?do?not?know.?And,?incidentally,?it?is?a?chronic?complaint?of?wives?that?their?husbands?do?not?notice?new?dresses,?new?hats,?and?changes?in?household?arrangements.
The?eyes?of?seeing?persons?soon?become?accustomed?to?the?routine?of?their?surroundings,?and?they?actually?see?only?the?startling?and?spectacular.?But?even?in?viewing?the?most?spectacular?sights?the?eyes?are?lazy.?Court?records?reveal?every?day?how?inaccurately?"eyewitnesses"?see.?A?given?event?will?be?"seen"?in?several?different?ways?by?as?many?witnesses.?Some?see?more?than?others,?but?few?see?everything?that?is?within?the?range?of?their?vision.
Oh,?the?things?that?I?should?see?if?I?had?the?power?of?sight?for?just?three?days!
The?first?day?would?be?a?busy?one.?I?should?call?to?me?all?my?dear?friends?and?look?long?into?their?faces,?imprinting?upon?my?mind?the?outward?evidences?of?the?beauty?that?is?within?them.?I?should?let?my?eyes?rest,?too,?on?the?face?of?a?baby,?so?that?I?could?catch?a?vision?of?the?eager,?innocent?beauty?which?precedes?the?individual's?consciousness?of?the?conflicts?which?life?develops.
And?I?should?like?to?look?into?the?loyal,?trusting?eyes?of?my?dogs?-?the?grave,?canny?little?Scottie,?Darkie,?and?the?stalwart,?understanding?Great?Dane,?Helga,?whose?warm,?tender,?and?playful?friendships?are?so?comforting?to?me.
On?that?busy?first?day?I?should?also?view?the?small?simple?things?of?my?home.?I?want?to?see?the?warm?colors?in?the?rugs?under?my?feet,?the?pictures?on?the?walls,?the?intimate?trifles?that?transform?a?house?into?home.?My?eyes?would?rest?respectfully?on?the?books?in?raised?type?which?I?have?read,?but?they?would?be?more?eagerly?interested?in?the?printed?books?which?seeing?people?can?read,?for?during?the?long?night?of?my?life?the?books?I?have?read?and?those?which?have?been?read?to?me?have?built?themselves?into?a?great?shining?lighthouse,?revealing?to?me?the?deepest?channels?of?human?life?and?the?human?spirit.
In?the?afternoon?of?that?first?seeing?day.?I?should?take?a?long?walk?in?the?woods?and?intoxicate?my?eyes?on?the?beauties?of?the?world?of?Nature?trying?desperately?to?absorb?in?a?few?hours?the?vast?splendor?which?is?constantly?unfolding?itself?to?those?who?can?see.?On?the?way?home?from?my?woodland?jaunt?my?path?would?lie?near?a?farm?so?that?I?might?see?the?patient?horses?ploughing?in?the?field?9perhaps?I?should?see?only?a?tractor!)?and?the?serene?content?of?men?living?close?to?the?soil.?And?I?should?pray?for?the?glory?of?a?colorful?sunset.
When?dusk?had?fallen,?I?should?experience?the?double?delight?of?being?able?to?see?by?artificial?light?which?the?genius?of?man?has?created?to?extend?the?power?of?his?sight?when?Nature?decrees?darkness.
In?the?night?of?that?first?day?of?sight,?I?should?not?be?able?to?sleep,?so?full?would?be?my?mind?of?the?memories?of?the?day.
The?Second?Day
The?next?day?-?the?second?day?of?sight?-?I?should?arise?with?the?dawn?and?see?the?thrilling?miracle?by?which?night?is?transformed?into?day.?I?should?behold?with?awe?the?magnificent?panorama?of?light?with?which?the?sun?awakens?the?sleeping?earth.
This?day?I?should?devote?to?a?hasty?glimpse?of?the?world,?past?and?present.?I?should?want?to?see?the?pageant?of?man's?progress,?the?kaleidoscope?of?the?ages.?How?can?so?much?be?compressed?into?one?day??Through?the?museums,?of?course.?Often?I?have?visited?the?New?York?Museum?of?Natural?History?to?touch?with?my?hands?many?of?the?objects?there?exhibited,?but?I?have?longed?to?see?with?my?eyes?the?condensed?history?of?the?earth?and?its?inhabitants?displayed?there?-?animals?and?the?races?of?men?pictured?in?their?native?environment;gigantic?carcasses?of?dinosaurs?and?mastodons?which?roamed?the?earth?long?before?man?appeared,?with?his?tiny?stature?and?powerful?brain,?to?conquer?the?animal?kingdom;?realistic?presentations?of?the?processes?of?development?in?animals,?in?man,?and?in?the?implements?which?man?has?used?to?fashion?for?himself?a?secure?home?on?this?planet;?and?a?thousand?and?one?other?aspects?of?natural?history.
I?wonder?how?many?readers?of?this?article?have?viewed?this?panorama?of?the?face?of?living?things?as?pictured?in?that?inspiring?museum.?Many,?of?course,?have?not?had?the?opportunity,?but?I?am?sure?that?many?who?have?had?the?opportunity?have?not?made?use?of?it.?there,?indeed,?is?a?place?to?use?your?eyes.?You?who?see?can?spend?many?fruitful?days?there,?but?I?with?my?imaginary?three?days?of?sight,?could?only?take?a?hasty?glimpse,?and?pass?on.
My?next?stop?would?be?the?Metropolitan?Museum?of?Art,?for?just?as?the?Museum?of?Natural?History?reveals?the?material?aspects?of?the?world,?so?does?the?Metropolitan?show?the?myriad?facets?of?the?human?spirit.?Throughout?the?history?of?humanity?the?urge?to?artistic?expression?has?been?almost?as?powerful?as?the?urge?for?food,?shelter,?and?procreation.?And?here,?in?the?vast?chambers?of?the?Metropolitan?Museum,?is?unfolded?before?me?the?spirit?of?Egypt,?Greece,?and?Rome,?as?expressed?in?their?art.?I?know?well?through?my?hands?the?sculptured?gods?and?goddesses?of?the?ancient?Nile-land.?I?have?felt?copies?of?Parthenon?friezes,?and?I?have?sensed?the?rhythmic?beauty?of?charging?Athenian?warriors.?Apollos?and?Venuses?and?the?Winged?Victory?of?Samothrace?are?friends?of?my?finger?tips.?The?gnarled,?bearded?features?of?Homer?are?dear?to?me,?for?he,?too,?knew?blindness.
My?hands?have?lingered?upon?the?living?marble?of?roman?sculpture?as?well?as?that?of?later?generations.?I?have?passed?my?hands?over?a?plaster?cast?of?Michelangelo's?inspiring?and?heroic?Moses;?I?have?sensed?the?power?of?Rodin;?I?have?been?awed?by?the?devoted?spirit?of?Gothic?wood?carving.?These?arts?which?can?be?touched?have?meaning?for?me,?but?even?they?were?meant?to?be?seen?rather?than?felt,?and?I?can?only?guess?at?the?beauty?which?remains?hidden?from?me.?I?can?admire?the?simple?lines?of?a?Greek?vase,?but?its?figured?decorations?are?lost?to?me.
泰戈爾長篇英語詩歌
泰戈爾經(jīng)典英語詩歌:當時光已逝
When?Day?Is?Done，If?the?day?is?done?,If?birds?sing?no?more?.If?the?wind?has?fiagged?tired .
當一天結束的時候，如果一天結束了，如果鳥兒不再歌唱。
Then?draw?the?veil?of?darkness?thick?upon?me?,Even?as?thou?hast?wrapt?the?earth?with?The?coverlet?of?sleep?and?tenderly?closed .
那就把黑暗的面紗拉在我身上，就像你用睡衣裹住大地，溫柔地合上。
The?petals?of?the?drooping?lotus?at?dusk.From?the?traverer,Whose?sack?of?provisions?is?empty?before?the?voyage?is?ended?,Whose?garment?is?torn?and?dustladen?,Whose?strength?is?exhausted,remove?shame?and?poverty .
黃昏時垂蓮的花瓣。從旅人那里，誰的糧食袋在航行結束前是空的，誰的衣服被撕破，滿是灰塵，誰的力量耗盡，誰的羞愧和貧窮就消失了。
And?renew?his?life?like?a?flower?underThe?cover?of?thy?kindly?night?.
在你慈愛的夜幕的掩護下，重新開始他的生命。
擴展資料
拉賓德拉納特·泰戈爾（1861年—1941年），印度詩人、文學家、社會活動家、哲學家和印度民族主義者。代表作有《吉檀迦利》、《飛鳥集》、《眼中沙》、《四個人》、《家庭與世界》、《園丁集》、《新月集》、《最后的詩篇》、《戈拉》、《文明的危機》等。
1861年5月7日，拉賓德拉納特·泰戈爾出生于印度加爾各答一個富有的貴族家庭，13歲即能創(chuàng)作長詩和頌歌體詩集。1878年赴英國留學，1880年回國專門從事文學活動。1884至1911年擔任梵 社秘書，20年代創(chuàng)辦國際大學。
1913年，他以《吉檀迦利》成為第一位獲得諾貝爾文學獎的亞洲人。1941年寫作控訴英國殖民統(tǒng)治和相信祖國必將獲得獨立解放的遺言《文明的危機》。
參考資料：百度百科-泰戈爾
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前端完整學習路線
第一階段:
HTML CSS:HTML進階、CSS進階、div css布局、HTML css整站開發(fā)。
JavaScript基礎:Js基礎教程、js內置對象常用方法、常見DOM樹操作大全、ECMAscript、DOM、BOM、定時器和焦點圖。
JS基本特效:常見特效、例如:tab、導航、整頁滾動、輪播圖、JS制作幻燈片、彈出層、手風琴菜單、瀑布流布局、滾動事件、滾差視圖。
JS高級特征:正則表達式、排序算法、遞歸算法、閉包、函數(shù)節(jié)流、作用域鏈、基于距離運動框架、面向對象基礎。
JQuery:基礎使用懸著器、DOM操作、特效和動畫、方法鏈、拖拽、變形、JQueryUI組件基本使用。
第二階段:HTML5和移動Web開發(fā)
HTML5:HTML5新語義標簽、HTML5表單、音頻和視頻、離線和本地存儲、SVG、Web Socket、Canvas。
CSS3:CSS3新選擇器、偽元素、臉色表示法、邊框、陰影、background系列屬性改變、Transition、動畫、景深和深透、3D效果制作、Velocity.js框架、元素進場、出場策略、炫酷CSS3網(wǎng)頁制作。
Bootstrap:響應式概念、媒體查詢、響應式網(wǎng)站制作、刪格系統(tǒng)、刪格系統(tǒng)原理、Bootstrap常用模板、LESS和SASS。
移動Web開發(fā):跨終端WEB和主流設備簡介、視口、流式布局、彈性盒子、rem、移動終端JavaScript事件、手機中常見JS效果制作、Zepto.js、手機聚劃算頁面、手機滾屏。
第三階段:HTTP服務和AJAX編程
WEB服務器基礎:服務器基礎知識、Apache服務器和其他WEB服務器介紹、Apache服務器搭建、HTTP介紹。
PHP基礎:PHP基礎語法、使用PHP處理簡單的GET或者POST請求。
AJAX上篇:Ajax簡介和異步的概念、Ajax框架的封裝、XMLHttpRequest對象詳細介紹方法、兼容性處理方法、Ajax框架的封裝、Ajax中緩存問題、XML介紹和使用。
AJAX下篇:JSON和JSON解析、數(shù)據(jù)綁定和模板技術、JSONP、跨域技術、圖片預讀取和lazy-load技術、JQuery框架中的AjaxAPI、使用Ajax實現(xiàn)爆布流案例額。
第四階段:面向對象進階
面向對象終極篇:從內存角度到理解JS面向對象、基本類型、復雜類型、原型鏈、ES6中的面向對象、屬性讀寫權限、設置器、訪問器。
面向對象三大特征:繼承性、多態(tài)性、封裝性、接口。
設計模式:面向對象編程思維、單例模式、工廠模式、策略模式、觀察者模式、模板方法模式、代理模式、裝飾者模式、適配器模式、面向切面編程。
第五階段:封裝一個屬于自己的框架
框架封裝基礎:事件流、冒泡、捕獲、事件對象、事件框架、選擇框架。
框架封裝中級:運動原理、單物體運動框架、多物體運動框架、運動框架面向對象封裝。
框架封裝高級和補充:JQuery框架雛形、可擴展性、模塊化、封裝屬于傳智自己的框架。
第六階段:模塊化組件開發(fā)
面向組件編程:面向組件編程的方式、面向組件編程的實現(xiàn)原理、面向組件編程實戰(zhàn)、基于組件化思想開發(fā)網(wǎng)站應用程序。
面向模塊編程:AMD設計規(guī)范、CMD設計規(guī)范、RequireJS，LoadJS、淘寶的SeaJS。
第七階段:主流的流行框架
Web開發(fā)工作流:GIT/SVN、Yeoman腳手架、NPMer依賴管理工具、Grunt/Gulp/Webpack。
MVC/MVVM/MVW框架:Angular.js、Backbone.js、Knockout/Ember。
常用庫:React.js、Vue.js、Zepto.js。
第八階段:HTML5原生移動應用開發(fā)
Cordova:WebApp/NativeApp/HybirdApp簡介、Cordova簡介、與PhoneGap之間的關系、開發(fā)環(huán)境搭建、Cordova實戰(zhàn)(創(chuàng)建項目，配置，編譯，調試，部署發(fā)布)。
Ionic:Ionic簡介和同類對比、模板項目解析、常見組件及使用、結合Angular構建APP、常見效果(下拉刷新，上拉加載，側滑導航，選項卡)。
React Native:React Native簡介、React Native環(huán)境配置、創(chuàng)建項目，配置，編譯，調試，部署發(fā)布、原生模塊和UI組件、原生常用API。
HTML5 :HTML5 中國產業(yè)聯(lián)盟、HTML5 Plus Runtime環(huán)境、HBuilder開發(fā)工具、MUI框架、H5 開發(fā)和部署。
第九階段: Node.js全棧開發(fā):
快速入門:Node.js發(fā)展、生態(tài)圈、Io.js、Linux/Windows/OS X環(huán)境配置、REPL環(huán)境和控制臺程序、異步編程，非阻塞I/O、模塊概念，模塊管理工具、開發(fā)流程，調試，測試。
核心模塊和對象:全局對象global，process，console，util、事件驅動，事件發(fā)射器、加密解密，路徑操做。
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第一階段：專業(yè)核心基礎
階段目標：
1. 熟練掌握HTML5、CSS3、Less、Sass、響應書布局、移動端開發(fā)。
2. 熟練運用HTML+CSS特性完成頁面布局。
4. 熟練應用CSS3技術，動畫、彈性盒模型設計。
5. 熟練完成移動端頁面的設計。
6. 熟練運用所學知識仿制任意Web網(wǎng)站。
7. 能綜合運用所學知識完成網(wǎng)頁設計實戰(zhàn)。
知識點：
1、Web前端開發(fā)環(huán)境，HTML常用標簽，表單元素，Table布局，CSS樣式表，DIV+CSS布局。熟練運用HTML和CSS樣式屬性完成頁面的布局和美化，能夠仿制任意網(wǎng)站的前端頁面實現(xiàn)。
2、CSS3選擇器、偽類、過渡、變換、動畫、字體圖標、彈性盒模型、響應式布局、移動端。熟練運用CSS3來開發(fā)網(wǎng)頁、熟練開發(fā)移動端，整理網(wǎng)頁開發(fā)技巧。
3、預編譯css技術：less、sass基礎知識、以及插件的運用、BootStrap源碼分析。能夠熟練使用 less、sass完成項目開發(fā)，深入了解BootStrap。
4、使用HTML、CSS、LESS、SASS等技術完成網(wǎng)頁項目實戰(zhàn)。通過項目掌握第一階段html、css的內容、完成PC端頁面設計和移動端頁面設計。
第二階段：Web后臺技術
階段目標:
1. 了解JavaScript的發(fā)展歷史、掌握Node環(huán)境搭建及npm使用。
2. 熟練掌握JavaScript的基本數(shù)據(jù)類型和變量的概念。
3. 熟練掌握JavaScript中的運算符使用。
4. 深入理解分之結構語句和循環(huán)語句。
5. 熟練使用數(shù)組來完成各種練習。
6.熟悉es6的語法、熟練掌握JavaScript面向對象編程。
7.DOM和BOM實戰(zhàn)練習和H5新特性和協(xié)議的學習。
知識點：
1、軟件開發(fā)流程、算法、變量、數(shù)據(jù)類型、分之語句、循環(huán)語句、數(shù)組和函數(shù)。熟練運用JavaScript的知識完成各種練習。
2、JavaScript面向對象基礎、異常處理機制、常見對象api，js的兼容性、ES6新特性。熟練掌握JavaScript面向對象的開發(fā)以及掌握es6中的重要內容。
3、BOM操作和DOM操作。熟練使用BOM的各種對象、熟練操作DOM的對象。
4、h5相關api、canvas、ajax、數(shù)據(jù)模擬、touch事件、mockjs。熟練使用所學知識來完成網(wǎng)站項目開發(fā)。
第三階段：數(shù)據(jù)庫和框架實戰(zhàn)
階段目標：
1. 綜合運用Web前端技術進行頁面布局與美化。
2. 綜合運用Web前端開發(fā)框架進行Web系統(tǒng)開發(fā)。
3. 熟練掌握Mysql、Mongodb數(shù)據(jù)庫的發(fā)開。
4. 熟練掌握vue.js、webpack、elementui等前端框技術。
5. 熟練運用Node.js開發(fā)后臺應用程序。
6. 對Restful，Ajax，JSON，開發(fā)過程有深入的理解,掌握git的基本技能。
知識點：
1、數(shù)據(jù)庫知識，范式，MySQL配置，命令，建庫建表，數(shù)據(jù)的增刪改查，mongodb數(shù)據(jù)庫。深入理解數(shù)據(jù)庫管理系統(tǒng)通用知識及MySQL數(shù)據(jù)庫的使用與管理，為Node.js后臺開發(fā)打下堅實基礎。
2、模塊系統(tǒng)，函數(shù)，路由，全局對象，文件系統(tǒng)，請求處理，Web模塊，Express框架，MySQL數(shù)據(jù)庫處理，RestfulAPI，文件上傳等。熟練運用Node.js運行環(huán)境和后臺開發(fā)框架完成Web系統(tǒng)的后臺開發(fā)。
3、vue的組件、生命周期、路由、組件、前端工程化、webpack、elementui框架。Vue.js框架的基本使用有清晰的理解，能夠運用Vue.js完成基礎前端開發(fā)、熟練運用Vue.js框架的高級功能完成Web前端開發(fā)和組件開發(fā)，對MVVM模式有深刻理解。
4、需求分析，數(shù)據(jù)庫設計，后臺開發(fā)，使用vue、node完成pc和移動端整站開發(fā)。于Node.js+Vue.js+Webpack+Mysql+Mongodb+Git，實現(xiàn)整站項目完整功能并上線發(fā)布。
第四階段：移動端和微信實戰(zhàn)
階段目標：
1.熟練掌握React.js框架，熟練使用React.js完成開發(fā)。
2.掌握移動端開發(fā)原理，理解原生開發(fā)和混合開發(fā)。
3.熟練使用react-native和Flutter框架完成移動端開發(fā)。
4.掌握微信小程序以及了解支付寶小程序的開發(fā)。
5.完成大型電商項目開發(fā)。
知識點：
1、React面向組件編程、表單數(shù)據(jù)、組件通信、監(jiān)聽、聲明周期、路由、Redux基本概念。練使用react完成項目開發(fā)、掌握Redux中的異步解決方案Saga。
2、react-native、開發(fā)工具、視圖與渲染、api操作、Flutter環(huán)境搭建、路由、ListView組件、網(wǎng)絡請求、打包。練掌握react-native和Flutter框架，并分別使用react-native和Flutter分別能開發(fā)移動端項目。
3、微信小程序基本介紹、開發(fā)工具、視圖與渲染、api操作、支付寶小程序的入門和api學習。掌握微信小程序開發(fā)了解支付寶小程序。
4、大型購物網(wǎng)站實戰(zhàn)，整個項目前后端分離開發(fā)；整個項目分為四部分：PC端網(wǎng)頁、移動端APP、小程序、后臺管理。團隊協(xié)作開發(fā)，使用git進行版本控制。目期間可以擴展Three.js 、TypeScript。
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Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
by Hellen Keller
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假如給我三天光明(海倫·凱勒 Helen Keller)
All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of "Eat, drink, and be merry," but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. he becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It ahs often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would tech him the joys of sound.
Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.. "Nothing in particular, " she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush thought my open finger. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the page ant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.
At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. the panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere conveniences rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.
If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in "How to Use Your Eyes". The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.
Perhaps I can best illustrate by imagining what I should most like to see if I were given the use of my eyes, say, for just three days. And while I am imagining, suppose you, too, set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the on-coming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?
I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.
If, by some miracle, I were granted three seeing days, to be followed by a relapse into darkness, I should divide the period into three parts.
The First Day
On the first day, I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult task of my education. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.
I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that "Window of the soul", the eye. I can only "see" through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities, of course, through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them, through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.
Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases; but of casual friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.
How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friends or acquaintance/ Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?
For instance can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? some of you can, but many cannot. As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbands do not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements.
The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately "eyewitnesses" see. A given event will be "seen" in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.
Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!
The first day would be a busy one. I should call to me all my dear friends and look long into their faces, imprinting upon my mind the outward evidences of the beauty that is within them. I should let my eyes rest, too, on the face of a baby, so that I could catch a vision of the eager, innocent beauty which precedes the individual's consciousness of the conflicts which life develops.
And I should like to look into the loyal, trusting eyes of my dogs - the grave, canny little Scottie, Darkie, and the stalwart, understanding Great Dane, Helga, whose warm, tender , and playful friendships are so comforting to me.
On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home. I want to see the warm colors in the rugs under my feet, the pictures on the walls, the intimate trifles that transform a house into home. My eyes would rest respectfully on the books in raised type which I have read, but they would be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read, for during the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse, revealing to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.
In the afternoon of that first seeing day. I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature trying desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast splendor which is constantly unfolding itself to those who can see. On the way home from my woodland jaunt my path would lie near a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing in the field 9perhaps I should see only a tractor!) and the serene content of men living close to the soil. And I should pray for the glory of a colorful sunset.
When dusk had fallen, I should experience the double delight of being able to see by artificial light which the genius of man has created to extend the power of his sight when Nature decrees darkness.
In the night of that first day of sight, I should not be able to sleep, so full would be my mind of the memories of the day.
The Second Day
The next day - the second day of sight - I should arise with the dawn and see the thrilling miracle by which night is transformed into day. I should behold with awe the magnificent panorama of light with which the sun awakens the sleeping earth.
This day I should devote to a hasty glimpse of the world, past and present. I should want to see the pageant of man's progress, the kaleidoscope of the ages. How can so much be compressed into one day? Through the museums, of course. Often I have visited the New York Museum of Natural History to touch with my hands many of the objects there exhibited, but I have longed to see with my eyes the condensed history of the earth and its inhabitants displayed there - animals and the races of men pictured in their native environment; gigantic carcasses of dinosaurs and mastodons which roamed the earth long before man appeared, with his tiny stature and powerful brain, to conquer the animal kingdom; realistic presentations of the processes of development in animals, in man, and in the implements which man has used to fashion for himself a secure home on this planet; and a thousand and one other aspects of natural history.
I wonder how many readers of this article have viewed this panorama of the face of living things as pictured in that inspiring museum. Many, of course, have not had the opportunity, but I am sure that many who have had the opportunity have not made use of it. there, indeed, is a place to use your eyes. You who see can spend many fruitful days there, but I with my imaginary three days of sight, could only take a hasty glimpse, and pass on.
My next stop would be the Metropolitan Museum of Art, for just as the Museum of Natural History reveals the material aspects of the world, so does the Metropolitan show the myriad facets of the human spirit. Throughout the history of humanity the urge to artistic expression has been almost as powerful as the urge for food, shelter, and procreation. And here , in the vast chambers of the Metropolitan Museum, is unfolded before me the spirit of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, as expressed in their art. I know well through my hands the sculptured gods and goddesses of the ancient Nile-land. I have felt copies of Parthenon friezes, and I have sensed the rhythmic beauty of charging Athenian warriors. Apollos and Venuses and the Winged Victory of Samothrace are friends of my finger tips. The gnarled, bearded features of Homer are dear to me, for he, too, knew blindness.
My hands have lingered upon the living marble of roman sculpture as well as that of later generations. I have passed my hands over a plaster cast of Michelangelo's inspiring and heroic Moses; I have sensed the power of Rodin; I have been awed by the devoted spirit of Gothic wood carving. These arts which can be touched have meaning for me, but even they were meant to be seen rather than felt, and I can only guess at the beauty which remains hidden from me. I can admire the simple lines of a Greek vase, but its figured decorations are lost to me.
So on this, my second day of sight, I should try to probe into the soul of man through this art. The things I knew through touch I should now see. More splendid still, the whole magnificent world of painting would be opened to me, from the Italian Primitives, with their serene religious devotion, to the Moderns, with their feverish visions. I should look deep into the canvases of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Titian, Rembrandt. I should want to feast my eyes upon the warm colors of Veronese, study the mysteries of E1 Greco, catch a new vision of Nature from Corot. Oh, there is so much rich meaning and beauty in the art of the ages for you who have eyes to see!
Upon my short visit to this temple of art I should not be able to review a fraction of that great world of art which is open to you. I should be able to get only a superficial impression. Artists tell me that for deep and true appreciation of art one must educated the eye. One must learn through experience to weigh the merits of line, of composition, of form and color. If I had eyes, how happily would I embark upon so fascinating a study! Yet I am told that, to many of you who have eyes to see, the world of art is a dark night, unexplored and unilluminated.
It would be with extreme reluctance that I should leave the Metropolitan Museum, which contains the key to beauty -- a beauty so neglected. Seeing persons, however, do not need a metropolitan to find this key to beauty. The same key lies waiting in smaller museums, and in books on the shelves of even small libraries. But naturally, in my limited time of imaginary sight, I should choose the place where the key unlocks the greatest treasures in the shortest time.
The evening of my second day of sight I should spend at a theatre or at the movies. Even now I often attend theatrical performances of all sorts, but the action of the play must be spelled into my hand by a companion. But how I should like to see with my own eyes the fascinating figure of Hamlet, or the gusty Falstaff amid colorful Elizabethan trappings! How I should like to follow each movement of the graceful Hamlet, each strut of the hearty Falstaff! And since I could see only one play, I should be confronted by a many-horned dilemma, for there are scores of plays I should want to see. You who have eyes can see any you like. How many of you, I wonder, when you gaze at a play, a movie, or any spectacle, realize and give thanks for the miracle of sight which enables you to enjoy its color , grace, and movement?
I cannot enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement except in a sphere restricted to the touch of my hands. I can vision only dimly the grace of a Pavlowa, although I know something of the delight of rhythm, for often I can sense the beat of music as it vibrates through the floor. I can well imagine that cadenced motion must be one of the most pleasing sights in the world. I have been able to gather something of this by tracing with my fingers the lines in sculptured marble; if this static grace can be so lovely, how much more acute must be the thrill of seeing grace in motion.
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