Poems by Wilfred OwenPoemsWilfred Owen1- Page 2-Poems by Wilfred OwenIntroductionIn writing an Introduction such as this it is good to be brief. The poemsprinted in this book need no preliminary commendations from me oranyone else. The author has left us his own fragmentary but impressiveForeword; this, and his Poems, can speak for him, backed by the authority...　

附：【本作品来自互联网,本人不做任何负责】内容版权归作者所有。1 Pip meets a strangerMy first name was Philip，but when I was a small child I could only manage to say Pip．So Pip was what every-body called me．I lived in a small village in Essex with my sister，who was over twenty years older than me，and married to Joe Gargery，the village blacksmith．My parents had died when I was a baby，so I could not remember them at all，but quite often I used to visit the churchyard，abut a mile from the village，to look at their names on their gravestones．My first memory is of sitting on a gravestone in that church-yard one cold，grey，December　

In Flanders Fields And Other Poemsby John McCraeIn Flanders Fieldsby John McCraeWith an Essay in Character by Sir Andrew MacphailJohn McCrae, physician, soldier, and poet, died in Francea Lieutenant-Colonel with the Canadian forces.The poem which gives this collection of his lovely verse its namehas been extensively reprinted, and received with unusual enthusiasm.The volume contains, as well, a striking essay in characterby his friend, Sir Andrew Macphail.In Flanders FieldsIn Flanders fields the poppies growBetween the crosses, row on row...　

　　　　Anselme, who has ever been acknowledged as the first and perhaps the greatest of all the troubadours of Arbonne, was of modest birth, the youngest son of a clerk in the castle of a baron near Cauvas. He was of middling height, dark haired, with a quiet manner in speech that was nonetheless wondrously pleasing to all who heard him. While yet tender in years, he showed great skill and interest in music and was invited to join the celebrated choir of the Cauvas sanctuary of the god. It was not long, however, before he felt the beginnings of a desire to make music very different from that acc　

　　　　Like an uncoiling serpent, a line of fighting chariots wound swiftly down the gut of the valley. From where he clung to the dashboard of the leading chariot the boy looked up at the cliffs that hemmed them in. The sheer rock was pierced by the openings to the tombs of the old people that honeybed the cliff. The dark pits stared down at him like the implacable eyes of a legion of djinn. Prince Nefer Memnon shuddered and looked away, furtively making the sign to avert evil with his left hand.　　　　Over his shoulder he glanced back down the column and saw that from the following chariot Taita 　

The Monster Menby Edgar Rice Burroughs1THE RIFTAs he dropped the last grisly fragment of the dismembered and mutilated body into the small vat of nitric acid that was to devour every trace of the horrid evidence which might easily send him to the gallows, the man sank weakly into a chair and throwing his body forward upon his great, teak desk buried his face in his arms, breaking into dry, moaning sobs.Beads of perspiration followed the seams of his high, wrinkled forehead, replacing the tears which might have lessened the pressure upon his overwrought nerves. His slender frame shook, as wit　

Tacitus on Germanyby TacitusTranslated by Thomas GordonINTRODUCTORY NOTEThe dates of the birth and death of Tacitus are uncertain, but it isprobable that he was born about 54 A. D. and died after 117. He was acontemporary and friend of the younger Pliny, who addressed to himsome of his most famous epistles. Tacitus was apparently of theequestrian class, was an advocate by training, and had a reputation asan orator, though none of his speeches has survived. He held a numberof important public offices, and married the daughter of Agricola, the...　

On RevenuesOn Revenuesby XenophonTranslation by H. G. Dakyns1- Page 2-On RevenuesXenophon the Athenian was born 431 B.C. He was a pupil ofSocrates. He marched with the Spartans, and was exiled from Athens.Sparta gave him land and property in Scillus, where he lived for manyyears before having to move once more, to settle in Corinth. He died in...　

　　If anything exists, it is inprehensible.　　If anything was prehensible,　　it would be inmunicable.　　　　- Gorgias　　　　　　PART ONENOTHING EXISTS　　　　　　1　　　　Two hours ago the Railway Expressman delivered the crated, newly published International Encyclopedia of Fine Arts to my Palm Beach apartment. I signed for the set, turned the thermostat of the air-conditioner up three degrees, found a clawhammer in the kitchen, and broke open the crate. Twenty-four beautiful buckram-bound volumes, eggshell paper, decide edged. Six laborious years in preparation, more than twenty-five hundred illustrations- 436 　

　Doyne Farmer and Alletta Belin, 1992　　There are many people, including myself, who are quite queasy about the consequences of this technology for the future.　K. Eric Drexler, 1992　　Introduction　Artificial Evolution in the Twenty-first Century　　The notion that the world around us is continuously evolving is a platitude; we rarely grasp its full implications. We do not ordinarily think, for example, of an epidemic disease changing its character as the epidemic spreads. Nor do we think of evolution in plants and animals as occurring in a matter of days or weeks, though it does. And we do not or　

SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE ADVENTURE OF THE EMPTY HOUSEby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleIt was in the spring of the year 1894 that all London wasinterested, and the fashionable world dismayed, by the murder of theHonourable Ronald Adair under most unusual and inexplicablecircumstances. The public has already learned those particulars of thecrime which came out in the police investigation, but a good dealwas suppressed upon that occasion, since the case for theprosecution was so overwhelmingly strong that it was not necessary...　

Twenty Years Afterby Alexandre Dumas [Pere]1The Shade of Cardinal Richelieu.In a splendid chamber of the Palais Royal, formerly styledthe Palais Cardinal, a man was sitting in deep reverie, hishead supported on his hands, leaning over a gilt and inlaidtable which was covered with letters and papers. Behind thisfigure glowed a vast fireplace alive with leaping flames;great logs of oak blazed and crackled on the polished brassandirons whose flicker shone upon the superb habiliments ofthe lonely tenant of the room, which was illumined grandlyby twin candelabra rich with wax-lights....　

THE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENEdgar Allan Poe1- Page 2-THE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Overmany a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded,nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently...　

Unbeaten Tracks in Japanby Isabella L. BirdAN ACCOUNT OF TRAVELS IN THE INTERIORINCLUDING VISITS TO THE ABORIGINES OF YEZO ANDTHE SHRINE OF NIKKO BY ISABELLA L. BIRDPREFACEHaving been recommended to leave home, in April 1878, in order torecruit my health by means which had proved serviceable before, Idecided to visit Japan, attracted less by the reputed excellence ofits climate than by the certainty that it possessed, in an especialdegree, those sources of novel and sustained interest which conduceso essentially to the enjoyment and restoration of a solitary...　

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, rendered into English verseby Edward FitzgeraldContents:Introduction.First Edition.Fifth Edition.Notes.IntroductionOmar Khayyam,The Astronomer-Poet of Persia.Omar Khayyam was born at Naishapur in Khorassan in the latter half ofour Eleventh, and died within the First Quarter of our TwelfthCentury. The Slender Story of his Life is curiously twined about thatof two other very considerable Figures in their Time and Country: oneof whom tells the Story of all Three. This was Nizam ul Mulk, Vizier...　

IBill never realized that sex was the cause of it all. If the sun that morning had not been burning so warmly in the brassy sky of Phigerinadon II, and if he had not glimpsed the sugar-white and wine-barrel-wide backside of Inga-Maria Calyphigia, while she bathed in the stream, he might have paid more attention to his plowing than to the burning pressures of heterosexuality and would have driven his furrow to the far side of the hill before the seductive music sounded along the road. He might never have heard it, and his life would have been very, very different. But he did hear it and droppe