掃一掃
關(guān)注中圖網(wǎng)
官方微博
本類五星書更多>
-
>
考研英語背單詞20個詞根詞綴
-
>
西班牙語詞根寶典
-
>
美國K-12原版語文課本--初中·下(全12冊)
-
>
流浪地球劉慈欣
-
>
西南聯(lián)大英文課 輕讀禮盒版
-
>
英語大書蟲世界經(jīng)典名譯典藏書系:中國人的精神 (英漢對照)(精選權(quán)威版本)
-
>
許淵沖譯唐詩三百首:漢文·英語
JANEEYRE:簡愛) 版權(quán)信息
- ISBN：9787512511385
- 條形碼：9787512511385 ; 978-7-5125-1138-5
- 裝幀：一般輕型紙
- 冊數(shù)：暫無
- 重量：暫無
- 所屬分類：>>
JANEEYRE:簡愛) 本書特色
如果上帝賜予我財富和美貌，我會使你難于離開我，就像現(xiàn)在我難于離開你。生命太短暫了，不應(yīng)該用來記恨。人生在世，誰都會有錯誤，但我們很快會死去。我們的罪過將會隨我們的身體一起消失，只留下精神的火花。 原汁原味的閱讀體驗精心挑選的書目(5個不同的女性，5種不一樣的人生閃爍著人性的光輝，任何時候都能給你啟發(fā)，常讀常新)提高英語閱讀水平的*佳讀物現(xiàn)代油畫的封面，體現(xiàn)古典與時尚的結(jié)合。 精心設(shè)計的開本，便于攜帶和閱讀。 “《簡·愛》與《名利場》受到同樣廣泛的歡迎。喬治·艾略特則深深地被《簡·愛》陶醉了”?！对u論季刊》“《簡·愛》充滿生氣勃勃的個性”——歐仁·福薩德小說中男女主人公詩歌般的抒情的對話令人陶醉。 《簡愛》是英國文學(xué)的傳世經(jīng)典，，它成功地塑造了英國文學(xué)史中**個對愛情、生活、社會以及宗教都采取了獨立自主的積極進(jìn)取態(tài)度和敢于斗爭、敢于爭取自由平等地位的女性形象，體現(xiàn)了所有平凡而有強(qiáng)烈的精神追求的女性的夢想。
JANEEYRE:簡愛) 內(nèi)容簡介
作品講述一位從小變成孤兒的英國女子在各種磨難中不斷追求自由與尊嚴(yán)，堅持自我，很終獲得幸福的故事。小說引人入勝地展示了男女主人公曲折起伏的愛情經(jīng)歷，歌頌了擺脫一切舊習(xí)俗和偏見，成功塑造了一個敢于反抗，敢于爭取自由和平等地位的婦女形象。
JANEEYRE:簡愛) 目錄
CONTENTS
PREFACE
Chapter I
Chapter I
Chapter III
Chapter IV.
Chapter V
Chapter V
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter X
Chapter XII
Chapter XII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVII
Chapter XIX.
Chapter XX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXIX.
Chapter XXX
Chapter XXXI
Chapter XXXII
Chapter XXXII
Chapter XXXIV
Chapter XXXV
Chapter XXXVI
Chapter XXXVII
Chapter XXXVIII
CONCLUSION
展開全部
JANEEYRE:簡愛) 節(jié)選
HERE was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise was now out of the question. I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed. The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mama in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fireside, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. Me, she had dispensed from joining the group; saying, “She regretted to be under the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until she heard from Bessie, and could discover by her own observation, that I was endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightly manner—something lighter, franker, more natural, as it were—she really must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented, happy, little children.” “What does Bessie say I have done?” I asked. “Jane, I don’t like cavillers or questioners; besides, there is something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that manner. Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent.” A breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room, I slipped in there. It contained a bookcase: I soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat cross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement. Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear November day. At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast. I returned to my book—Bewick’s History of British Birds: the letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could not pass quite as a blank. They were those which treat of the haunts of sea-fowl; of “the solitary rocks and promontories” by them only inhabited; of the coast of Norway, studded with isles from its southern extremity, the Lindeness, or Naze, to the North Cape— “Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked, melancholy isles Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.” HERE was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise was now out of the question. I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed. The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mama in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fireside, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. Me, she had dispensed from joining the group; saying, “She regretted to be under the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until she heard from Bessie, and could discover by her own observation, that I was endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightly manner—something lighter, franker, more natural, as it were—she really must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented, happy, little children.” “What does Bessie say I have done?” I asked. “Jane, I don’t like cavillers or questioners; besides, there is something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that manner. Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent.” A breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room, I slipped in there. It contained a bookcase: I soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat cross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement. Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear November day. At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast. I returned to my book—Bewick’s History of British Birds: the letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could not pass quite as a blank. They were those which treat of the haunts of sea-fowl; of “the solitary rocks and promontories” by them only inhabited; of the coast of Norway, studded with isles from its southern extremity, the Lindeness, or Naze, to the North Cape— “Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked, melancholy isles Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.”
JANEEYRE:簡愛) 作者簡介
夏洛蒂·勃朗特（Charlotte Bronte，1816-1855年），英國小說家，生于貧苦的牧師家庭，曾在寄宿學(xué)校學(xué)習(xí)，后任教師和家庭教師。1847年，夏洛蒂·勃朗特出版著名的長篇小說《簡·愛》，轟動文壇。
書友推薦
- >
姑媽的寶刀
- >
人文閱讀與收藏·良友文學(xué)叢書:一天的工作
- >
苦雨齋序跋文-周作人自編集
- >
唐代進(jìn)士錄
- >
羅曼·羅蘭讀書隨筆-精裝
- >
巴金－再思錄
- >
伯納黛特,你要去哪(2021新版)
- >
月亮與六便士
本類暢銷
