Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand.

  • -- Alfred Tennyson 阿尔弗雷德?丁尼生

黑暗的房子,我又一次站在这条长长的不可爱的街道上,门,我的心曾在这里跳动得如此之快,等待着一只手。

相关名言

Being a musician is very easy. My house is full of musical instruments. There's a lot of music, always.

当音乐家很容易。我的房子里到处都是乐器。总是有很多音乐。

I'm all for selling books, but when guys are burning my house down, that's where I draw the line.

我完全赞成卖书,但是当有人把我的房子烧了的时候,我就不卖书了。

The heart is like the astrologer who guesses at the truth.

心就像占星家猜中了真理。

Where the heart is past hope, the face is past shame.

心无希望,面无羞耻。