学习啦【英语文摘】 编辑：韦彦 发布时间：2016-08-30 10:58:32
I Am Willing That It Is a Torrent
I am willing that it is a torrent
the river in the mountain
pass the rock on the rugged mountain path
Only my spouse It is a small fish,
swim happily in my spray.
I am willing It is neglect woods
two sides in river
to a burst of blast,
Only my spouse It is a bird Dense in mine
Make the nest among the branch Pipe.
I am willing that it is the ruins,
on high and steep mountain and rock,
this ruin mourned in silence does not make me dejected,
Only my spouse It is the blue and green blue and green Chinese ivy,
along my bleak and desolate volume,
climb up by holding on to and rise on intimate terms with each other.
I am willing that it is the thatched cottage,
in the deep mountain valley bottom,
endure the strike of the trials and hardship to the fullest extent on the top of the thatchedcottage,
Only my spouse It is the lovely flame,
in my stove,flash slowly happily
I am willing that it is a cloud,
it is the grey breaking the flag,
swing too lazy to feel like floating in the vast sky ,
Only my spouse Coral's the setting sun,
draw near me pale face and show bright-colored brilliance.
When We Two Parted
George Gordon Byron
When we two parted in silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted to sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this!
The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow
It felt like the warning Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee
Who knew thee too well: long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell. In secret we met- In silence I grieve,
悲痛不已 我们秘密相会 我感到默默悲伤
That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After ling year, How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
One of the features in common between the phone hacking scandal, the various banking scams and the latest row, over the failure of G4S, is that the men at the top claim not to have known what was going on. OK, you can't expect the top person to know all the details of what their subordinates are up to. So what can we expect? I'd suggest two things.
The first responsibility of a leader, whether it's in business, the church or in politics is to appoint people they can trust to be honest and competent. Secondly, given the fact that there are bound to be some human failures, to ensure that the fail safe mechanisms for detecting honesty and competence are firmly in place and ready to detect something going wrong at an early stage. It's quite possible for a person at the top not to know personally about a particular failure, but still to regard themselves as rightly responsible. So we can have such a thing as an honourable resignation and I think of the resignation of Lord Carrington in 1982 over the invasion of the Falklands.
Accountability is a key concept not just for people in business or politics but for everyone. There is a powerful statement of Jesus which goes"To whom much is given, much will be expected". And he made it quite clear that every human being is ultimately accountable on this basis. Which is a rather scary idea. Certainly the church in the past rammed this home in an unpleasantly threatening manner.So I find it more helpful to think of this accountability in terms of a story about our life which we each have to tell or can tell to someone whose judgement we deeply respect. Each one of us has a unique story, which only we can recount. Some are conscious that life has dealt them a very good hand indeed. For example, in his recent memoirs, the former editor of The Times, William Rees Mogg says that his earliest memory is of his third birthday standing on a hill overlooking his parents' house and feeling"I'm very much myself, am William Rees Mogg and this is a good thing to be". For others the experience's been very different.
A man suddenly started to turn up to services at the church where I was serving and when I got to know him he told me his history. He'd been abandoned by his parents and brought up by his grandparents who were addicts. His earliest memory is of them crawling around the floor. For years he did this and that including being a male prostitute. Then, when he told me all this he exclaimed"Out of this mess has come me." Wherever we've come from, what we end up with is a me with a story, what's made us happy and what's sad, where we feel we've made a contribution and where we might have failed. It's our tale, our account of ourselves, which we can tell, if not to a friend, at least to ourselves.