一、【ThomasgrayElegyWritteninaCountryChurchyard赏析英文】

"ELEGY WRITTEN INA COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD"The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,And leaves the world to darkness and to me.Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,And all the air a solemn stillness holds,Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:Save that from yonder ivy-mantled towerThe moping owl does to the moon complainOf such as, wandering near her secret bower,Molest her ancient solitary reign.Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,Or busy housewife ply her evening care:No children run to lisp their sire's return,Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share,Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;How jocund did they drive their team afield!How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smileThe short and simple annals of the Poor.The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,Awaits alike th' inevitable hour:-The paths of glory lead but to the grave.Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the faultIf Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise,Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vaultThe pealing anthem swells the note of praise.Can storied urn or animated bustBack to its mansion call the fleeting breath?Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?Perhaps in this neglected spot is laidSome heart once pregnant with celestial fire;Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre:But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,And froze the genial current of the soul.Full many a gem of purest ray sereneThe dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air.Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breastThe little tyrant of his fields withstood,Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.Th' applause of list'ning senates to command,The threats of pain and ruin to despise,To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,And read their history in a nation's eyes,Their lot forbad: nor circumscribed aloneTheir growing virtues, but their crimes confined;Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne,And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,Or heap the shrine of Luxury and PrideWith incense kindled at the Muse's flame.Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;Along the cool sequester'd vale of lifeThey kept the noiseless tenour of their way.Yet e'en these bones from insult to protectSome frail memorial still erected nigh,With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd,Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse,The place of fame and elegy supply:And many a holy text around she strews,That teach the rustic moralist to die.For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?On some fond breast the parting soul relies,Some pious drops the closing eye requires;E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;If chance, by lonely contemplation led,Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, --Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,"Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawnBrushing with hasty steps the dews away,To meet the sun upon the upland lawn;"There at the foot of yonder nodding beechThat wreathes its old fantastic roots so high.His listless length at noontide would he stretch,And pore upon the brook that babbles by."Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove;Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,Or crazed with care, or cross'd in 。

二、instagram中文翻译是什么意思

Instagram翻译为照片墙，是一款运行在移动端上的社交应用，以一种快速、美妙和有趣的方式将随时抓拍下的图片彼此分享。

主要功能： 1、传统功能 Instagram提供了这样一套顺畅的操作流程：拍照--滤镜特效（以lomo风为主的11种照片特效）--添加说明/添加地点--分享（可以共享到Twitter、Facebook、Tumblr、Flickr以及Foursquare，甚至新浪微博这些主流社交网络）。 同时Instagram基于这些照片建立了一个微社区，在这里可以通过关注、评论、赞等操作与其他用户进行互动。

2、视频功能 在Instagram直播：只需点击相机图标，并滑动到“live”（直播）标签，点击“start Live video”（ 开始现场视频）按钮。 使用Facebook Live录制视频，在屏幕顶部会出现一个图标，显示你正在直播，并能看到目前观看的人数有多少。

用户可以评论和发送“heart”（心）以表达对视频的喜爱。 扩展资料主要优势 1、低门槛的参与 基于移动设备的应用让人们更方便的参与，也就是说可以抛弃传统的单反甚至是卡片机，而基于移动设备的Instagram则可以享受即拍即传的乐趣，随时随地可以和朋友分享生活的乐趣。

2、基于时间碎片的社区互动 Instagram将整个社区建构在app而不是web(Instagram官网只提供了简单的登录、图片展示和应用下载)。相对于web产品主要还是在室内进行，Instagram的社区可以充斥在任何的时间碎片，等公车，聚会，散步、驾车甚至是上厕所，不用再担心是否有好友回复了新上传的图片，也不会再错过关注好友的最新feed。

三、name that tune什么意思

。

.你给的歌词和给的试听链接完全不是一首歌啊。

。根据你给的试听写下来的歌词。

。可能有错，但是差误不大man oh man oh man the things you gotta remember for love 有些关于爱情的事情你必须记住i'll tell you, i know your lucky numbers are 10 and 23我想告诉你，我记得你的幸运数字是10和23and your favourite song 还有你最喜欢的歌cmon baby you know i know that来吧宝贝，我知道你明白的comes home from work and her clothes hit the floor？？？（后半部分听不清不知道什么意思了）she walked over and gave me a kiss她走来给我一个吻said i missed you baby说：亲爱的我想你guess what i heard on the radio, on my way home猜猜我回家路上从收音机里听到了什么while i was alone, thinking bout you当我孤单，想你的时候it was a song that we both made love to是这首歌for the first time我们第一次做/爱sing it with me one time你为我而唱的she said name that tune她让我猜猜是什么歌that's when my baby said她这样说but i just scratched my head但是我只是绕着头name that tune猜歌名oh i wish she picked a movie instead哦，我情愿她让我猜电影but she picked name that tune但她让我猜歌名she said it goes da da da da da da da da她说歌曲开头是dadadadadaname that tune猜歌名i'm hearing clue after clue我思来想去but i just can't seem to name that tune但是还是猜不到i played it off by asking how was her day我问他今天过的怎样想岔开话题could tell she wasn't fooled但她不是笨蛋just by the look on her face看着她的脸i knew if i didn't answer her我知道如果我不回答她there'll be no love tonight今晚就床都没的上my heart is yearning for her love tonight我的心是多么渴望今晚的激情was it blackstreet, was it ?, was it kelly, was it ？是后街男孩？ 还是？ 还是凯莉？ 是吗？there's so many others she likes她爱的歌手那么多the clock is ticking i'm outter time时间在流逝我没了时间i better hurry up and我得加快进度she said name that tune她让我猜猜是什么歌that's when my baby said她这样说but i just scratched my head但是我只是绕着头name that tune猜歌名oh i wish she picked a movie instead哦，我情愿她让我猜电影but she picked name that tune但她让我猜歌名she said it goes da da da da da da da da她说歌曲开头是dadadadadaname that tune猜歌名i'm hearing clue after clue我思来想去but i just can't seem to name that tune但是还是猜不到i wish i had a map to memory lane我希望回忆中有张地图i need a time and a date我需要一个时间i need the song and the place我需要一首歌和一个地点it ain't like me not to remember the name他不像我会忘记名字the expression on her face我看到她的表情oh that says it all说 ：够了she knows in her heart她已经明白she just caught me off guard她只看到我的措手不及my love for her ain't changed我对她的爱没有改变i'm making excuses, don't usually do this我不停解释，虽然平时我都不会这样i've always known this,baby我一直知道，宝贝name that tune猜歌名the joke was on you 这是个玩笑i just named that tunename that tune我只是在猜歌名i could never forget the music that played我永远不会忘记那首歌曲to the love that we made在我们第一次make love 的时候name that tune猜歌名it goes da da da da da sabada twitt twitt twitt它由da da da da da sabada twitt twitt twitt开头，i never needed a clue我不需要去想i always know the answer when i think of you当我想起你的时候就知道答案oh name, name, name, name, name, name啊啊啊啊啊啊这首歌，这首歌。

。- - 大致就这个意思，听了半天，不好听。