关于读书人越来越少的英文演讲稿
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关于读书人越来越少的英文演讲稿
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- 五星知识达人网友：酒醒三更
- 2021-02-09 11:16
Companionship of Books
A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the company he keeps; for there is a companionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best company, whether it be of books or of men.
A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness; amusing and instructing us in youth, and comforting and consoling us in age.
Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have for a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain for a third. There is an old proverb, ‘Love me, love my dog.” But there is more wisdom in this:” Love me, love my book.” The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel, and sympathize with each other through their favorite author. They live in him together, and he in them.
A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, become our constant companions and comforters.
Books possess an essence of immortality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh today as when they first passed through their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good.
Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we see the as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience becomes ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.
The great and good do not die, even in this world. Embalmed in books, their spirits walk abroad. The book is a living voice. It is an intellect to which on still listens.
参考一下，还有一篇因该很符合你的要求：BOOK AND LIFE
Books are to mankind what memory is to the individual.
They contain the history of our race, the discoveries we have made,
the accumulated knowledge and experience of ages;
they picture for us the miracles and beauties of nature, help us in our difficulties,
comfort us in sorrow and in suffering, change hours of weariness into moments of delight,
store our minds with ideas, fill them with good and happy thoughts,
and lift us out of and above ourselves.
Many of those who have had, as we say, all that this world can give,
have yet told us they owed much of their purest happiness to books.
Macaulay had wealth and fame, rank and power,
and yet he tells us in his biography that he owed the happiest hours of his life to books.
He says, “If any one would make me the greatest king that ever lived,
with palaces and gardens and fine dinners, and wines and coaches, and beautiful clothes,
and hundreds of servants, on condition that I should not read books,
I would not be a king;
I would rather be a poor man in a garret with plenty of books than a king who didn’t love reading.”
Precious and priceless are the blessings which the books scatter around our daily paths.
We walk, in imagination, with the noblest spirits,
through the most solemn and charming regions.
Without stirring from our firesides we may roam to the most remote regions of the earth,
or soar into realms when Spenser's shapes of unearthly beauty flock to meet us,
where Milton's angels peal in our ears the choral hymns of Paradise.
Science, art, literature, philosophy,
—all that man has thought, all that man has done,
—the experience that has been bought with the sufferings of a hundred generations,
—all are garnered up for us in the world of books.
A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the company he keeps; for there is a companionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best company, whether it be of books or of men.
A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness; amusing and instructing us in youth, and comforting and consoling us in age.
Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have for a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain for a third. There is an old proverb, ‘Love me, love my dog.” But there is more wisdom in this:” Love me, love my book.” The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel, and sympathize with each other through their favorite author. They live in him together, and he in them.
A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, become our constant companions and comforters.
Books possess an essence of immortality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh today as when they first passed through their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good.
Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we see the as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience becomes ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.
The great and good do not die, even in this world. Embalmed in books, their spirits walk abroad. The book is a living voice. It is an intellect to which on still listens.
参考一下，还有一篇因该很符合你的要求：BOOK AND LIFE
Books are to mankind what memory is to the individual.
They contain the history of our race, the discoveries we have made,
the accumulated knowledge and experience of ages;
they picture for us the miracles and beauties of nature, help us in our difficulties,
comfort us in sorrow and in suffering, change hours of weariness into moments of delight,
store our minds with ideas, fill them with good and happy thoughts,
and lift us out of and above ourselves.
Many of those who have had, as we say, all that this world can give,
have yet told us they owed much of their purest happiness to books.
Macaulay had wealth and fame, rank and power,
and yet he tells us in his biography that he owed the happiest hours of his life to books.
He says, “If any one would make me the greatest king that ever lived,
with palaces and gardens and fine dinners, and wines and coaches, and beautiful clothes,
and hundreds of servants, on condition that I should not read books,
I would not be a king;
I would rather be a poor man in a garret with plenty of books than a king who didn’t love reading.”
Precious and priceless are the blessings which the books scatter around our daily paths.
We walk, in imagination, with the noblest spirits,
through the most solemn and charming regions.
Without stirring from our firesides we may roam to the most remote regions of the earth,
or soar into realms when Spenser's shapes of unearthly beauty flock to meet us,
where Milton's angels peal in our ears the choral hymns of Paradise.
Science, art, literature, philosophy,
—all that man has thought, all that man has done,
—the experience that has been bought with the sufferings of a hundred generations,
—all are garnered up for us in the world of books.
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- 1楼网友：大漠
- 2021-02-09 12:28
my english very rubbish，have written two regards causually.
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