แปลเนื้อเรื่อง Leaving the favoured

แปลเนื้อเรื่อง Leaving the favoured, and well-received, and flattered of the world; him of the world most worldly, who never compromised himself by an ungentlemanly action, and never was guilty of a manly one; to lie smilingly asleep--for even sleep, working but little change in his dissembling face, became with him a piece of cold, conventional hypocrisy--we follow in the steps of two slow travellers on foot, making towards Chigwell.
Barnaby and his mother. Grip in their company, of course.
The widow, to whom each painful mile seemed longer than the last, toiled wearily along; while Barnaby, yielding to every inconstant impulse, fluttered here and there, now leaving her far behind, now lingering far behind himself, now darting into some by-lane or path and leaving her to pursue her way alone, until he stealthily emerged again and came upon her with a wild shout of merriment, as his wayward and capricious nature prompted. Now he would call to her from the topmost branch of some high tree by the roadside; now using his tall staff as a leaping-pole, come flying over ditch or hedge or five-barred gate; now run with surprising swiftness for a mile or more on the straight road, and halting, sport upon a patch of grass with Grip till she came up. These were his delights; and when his patient mother heard his merry voice, or looked into his flushed and healthy face, she would not have abated them by one sad word or murmur, though each had been to her a source of suffering in the same degree as it was to him of pleasure.
It is something to look upon enjoyment, so that it be free and wild and in the face of nature, though it is but the enjoyment of an idiot. It is something to know that Heaven has left the capacity of gladness in such a creature's breast; it is something to be assured that, however lightly men may crush that faculty in their fellows, the Great Creator of mankind imparts it even to his despised and slighted work. Who would not rather see a poor idiot happy in the sunlight, than a wise man pining in a darkened jail!
Ye men of gloom and austerity, who paint the face of Infinite Benevolence with an eternal frown; read in the Everlasting Book, wide open to your view, the lesson it would teach. Its pictures are not in black and sombre hues, but bright and glowing tints; its music--save when ye drown it--is not in sighs and groans, but songs and cheerful sounds. Listen to the million voices in the summer air, and find one dismal as your own. Remember, if ye can, the sense of hope and pleasure which every glad return of day awakens in the breast of all your kind who have not changed their nature; and learn some wisdom even from the witless, when their hearts are lifted up they know not why, by all the mirth and happiness it brings.
The widow's breast was full of care, was laden heavily with secret dread and sorrow; but her boy's gaiety of heart gladdened her, and beguiled the long journey. Sometimes he would bid her lean upon his arm, and would keep beside her steadily for a short distance; but it was more his nature to be rambling to and fro, and she better liked to see him free and happy, even than to have him near her, because she loved him better than herself.
She had quitted the place to which they were travelling, directly after the event which had changed her whole existence; and for two- and-twenty years had never had courage to revisit it. It was her native village. How many recollections crowded on her mind when it appeared in sight!
Two-and-twenty years. Her boy's whole life and history. The last time she looked back upon those roofs among the trees, she carried him in her arms, an infant. How often since that time had she sat beside him night and day, watching for the dawn of mind that never came; how had she feared, and doubted, and yet hoped, long after conviction forced itself upon her! The little stratagems she had devised to try him, the little tokens he had given in his childish way--not of dulness but of something infinitely worse, so ghastly and unchildlike in its cunning--came back as vividly as if but yesterday had intervened. The room in which they used to be; the spot in which his cradle stood; he, old and elfin-like in face, but ever dear to her, gazing at her with a wild and vacant eye, and crooning some uncouth song as she sat by and rocked him; every circumstance of his infancy came thronging back, and the most trivial, perhaps, the most distinctly.
His older childhood, too; the strange imaginings he had; his terror of certain senseless things--familiar objects he endowed with life; the slow and gradual breaking out of that one horror, in which, before his birth, his darkened intellect began; how, in the midst of all, she had found some hope and comfort in his being unlike another child, and had gone on almost believing in the slow development of his mind until he grew a man, and then his childhood was complete and lasting; one after anoth

ผลลัพธ์ (ไทย) 1:

Translate the story Leaving the favoured, and well-received, and flattered him of the world of the world; most worldly, who never compromised himself by an ungentlemanly action, and was never guilty of a manly one; to sleep, even working asleep--for lie but smilingly little change in his face, became a him with dissembling piece of cold, follow the steps in conventional hypocrisy--we of two travellers on foot, making slow towards Chigwell. Barnaby and his mother. Grip in their company, of course. The widow, to whom each painful mile seemed longer than the last, toiled wearily along; while Barnaby, yielding to every inconstant impulse, fluttered here and there, now leaving her far behind, now lingering far behind himself, now darting into some by-lane or path and leaving her to pursue her way alone, until he stealthily emerged again and came upon her with a wild shout of merriment, as his wayward and capricious nature prompted. Now he would call to her from the topmost branch of some high tree by the roadside; now using his tall staff as a leaping-pole, come flying over ditch or hedge or five-barred gate; now run with surprising swiftness for a mile or more on the straight road, and halting, sport upon a patch of grass with Grip till she came up. These were his delights; and when his patient mother heard his merry voice, or looked into his flushed and healthy face, she would not have abated them by one sad word or murmur, though each had been to her a source of suffering in the same degree as it was to him of pleasure. It is something to look upon enjoyment, so that it be free and wild and in the face of nature, though it is but the enjoyment of an idiot. It is something to know that Heaven has left the capacity of gladness in such a creature's breast; it is something to be assured that, however lightly men may crush that faculty in their fellows, the Great Creator of mankind imparts it even to his despised and slighted work. Who would not rather see a poor idiot happy in the sunlight, than a wise man pining in a darkened jail! Ye men of gloom and austerity, who paint the face of Infinite Benevolence with an eternal frown; read in the Everlasting Book, wide open to your view, the lesson it would teach. Its pictures are not in black and sombre hues, but bright and glowing tints; its music--save when ye drown it--is not in sighs and groans, but songs and cheerful sounds. Listen to the million voices in the summer air, and find one dismal as your own. Remember, if ye can, the sense of hope and pleasure which every glad return of day awakens in the breast of all your kind who have not changed their nature; and learn some wisdom even from the witless, when their hearts are lifted up they know not why, by all the mirth and happiness it brings. The widow's breast was full of care, was laden heavily with secret dread and sorrow; but her boy's gaiety of heart gladdened her, and beguiled the long journey. Sometimes he would bid her lean upon his arm, and would keep beside her steadily for a short distance; but it was more his nature to be rambling to and fro, and she better liked to see him free and happy, even than to have him near her, because she loved him better than herself. She had quitted the place to which they were travelling, directly after the event which had changed her whole existence; and for two- and-twenty years had never had courage to revisit it. It was her native village. How many recollections crowded on her mind when it appeared in sight! Two-and-twenty years. Her boy's whole life and history. The last time she looked back upon those roofs among the trees, she carried him in her arms, an infant. How often since that time had she sat beside him night and day, watching for the dawn of mind that never came; how had she feared, and doubted, and yet hoped, long after conviction forced itself upon her! The little stratagems she had devised to try him, the little tokens he had given in his childish way--not of dulness but of something infinitely worse, so ghastly and unchildlike in its cunning--came back as vividly as if but yesterday had intervened. The room in which they used to be; the spot in which his cradle stood; he, old and elfin-like in face, but ever dear to her, gazing at her with a wild and vacant eye, and crooning some uncouth song as she sat by and rocked him; every circumstance of his infancy came thronging back, and the most trivial, perhaps, the most distinctly. His older childhood, too; the strange imaginings he had; his terror of certain senseless things--familiar objects he endowed with life; the slow and gradual breaking out of that one horror, in which, before his birth, his darkened intellect began; how, in the midst of all, she had found some hope and comfort in his being unlike another child, and had gone on almost believing in the slow development of his mind until he grew a man, and then his childhood was complete and lasting; one after anoth

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Translation featuring Leaving the favoured, and well-received, and flattered of the world; him of the world most worldly, who never compromised himself by an ungentlemanly action, and never was guilty of a manly one; to lie smilingly asleep - for even. Sleep, Little Change in working but his Dissembling Face, became with Him a piece of cold, conventional hypocrisy - we follow in the steps of Two Slow travelers on Foot, Making towards Chigwell.
Barnaby and his Mother. Grip in their Company, of. course.
The Widow, to whom each painful Mile seemed Longer than the last, toiled Wearily along; while Barnaby, yielding to every Inconstant Impulse, fluttered here and there, now Leaving Her Far Behind, now lingering Far Behind himself, now darting Into Some. by-lane or path and leaving her to pursue her way alone, until he stealthily emerged again and came upon her with a wild shout of merriment, as his wayward and capricious nature prompted. Now he would call to her from the topmost branch of some. high tree by the roadside; now using his tall staff as a leaping-pole, come flying over ditch or hedge or five-barred gate; now run with surprising swiftness for a mile or more on the straight road, and halting, sport upon a. patch of grass with Grip till she came up. These were his delights; and when his patient mother heard his merry voice, or looked into his flushed and healthy face, she would not have abated them by one sad word or murmur, though each had. been to Her a source of suffering in the Same Degree as it was to Him of pleasure.
It is Something to Look upon enjoyment, so that it be free and Wild and in the Face of nature, though it is but the enjoyment of an idiot. . It is something to know that Heaven has left the capacity of gladness in such a creature's breast; it is something to be assured that, however lightly men may crush that faculty in their fellows, the Great Creator of mankind imparts it even to his despised. and slighted Work. Who would not rather See a poor idiot Happy in the Sunlight, than a Wise Man pining in a darkened Jail!
Ye Men of Gloom and austerity, Who Paint the Face of Infinite Benevolence with an Eternal frown; read in the Everlasting. Book, wide open to your view, the lesson it would teach. Its pictures are not in black and sombre hues, but bright and glowing tints; its music - save when ye drown it - is not in sighs and groans, but songs. and cheerful sounds. Listen to the million voices in the summer air, and find one dismal as your own. Remember, if ye can, the sense of hope and pleasure which every glad return of day awakens in the breast of all your kind who have. not changed their nature; and Learn Some Wisdom even from the Witless, when their Hearts are lifted up they know not why, by all the Mirth and happiness it brings.
The Widow's Breast was full of Care, was laden heavily with Secret Dread and Sorrow. ; but her boy's gaiety of heart gladdened her, and beguiled the long journey. Sometimes he would bid her lean upon his arm, and would keep beside her steadily for a short distance; but it was more his nature to be rambling to and fro,. and She better liked to See Him free and Happy, even than to have Him near Her, because She Loved Him better than herself.
She had quitted the Place to which they were traveling, directly after the event which had changed Her whole existence; and. for Two-and-Twenty years had Never had courage to revisit it. It was Her Native Village. How MANY recollections Crowded on Her Mind when it appeared in Sight!
Two-and-Twenty years. Her Boy's whole Life and history. The last. time she looked back upon those roofs among the trees, she carried him in her arms, an infant. How often since that time had she sat beside him night and day, watching for the dawn of mind that never came; how had she feared,. and doubted, and yet hoped, long after conviction forced itself upon her! The little stratagems she had devised to try him, the little tokens he had given in his childish way - not of dulness but of something infinitely worse, so ghastly and unchildlike. in its cunning - came back as vividly as if but yesterday had intervened. The room in which they used to be; the spot in which his cradle stood; he, old and elfin-like in face, but ever dear to her, gazing. at Her with a Wild and vacant Eye, and crooning Some uncouth Song as She SAT by and rocked Him; every circumstance of his infancy Came thronging back, and the Most Trivial, perhaps, the Most distinctly.
His older childhood, Too; the Strange. imaginings he had; his terror of certain senseless things - familiar objects he endowed with life; the slow and gradual breaking out of that one horror, in which, before his birth, his darkened intellect began; how, in the midst of all,. she had found some hope and comfort in his being unlike another child, and had gone on almost believing in the slow development of his mind until he grew a man, and then his childhood was complete and lasting; one after anoth.

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Translation Leaving the favoured and well-received, and flattered, of the world; him of the world, most worldly who. Never compromised himself by an ungentlemanly action and never, was guilty of a manly one; to lie smilingly asleep--for. Even sleep working but, little change in his, dissembling face became with him a piece of cold conventional hypocrisy--we,, Follow in the steps of two slow travellers, on foot making towards Chigwell.Barnaby and his mother. Grip in, their company of course.The widow to whom, each painful mile seemed longer than the last toiled wearily, along; while Barnaby yielding to, every. Inconstant impulse fluttered here, and there now leaving, her far behind now lingering, far behind himself now darting,, Into some by-lane or path and leaving her to pursue her way alone until he, stealthily emerged again and came upon her with. A wild shout of merriment as his, wayward and capricious nature prompted. Now he would call to her from the topmost branch. Of some high tree by the roadside; now using his tall staff as a leaping-pole come flying, over ditch or hedge or five-barred. Gate; now run with surprising swiftness for a mile or more on the road straight, halting and, upon sport a patch of grass. With Grip till she came up. These were his delights; and when his patient mother heard his merry voice or looked, into his. Flushed and healthy face she would, not have abated them by one sad word or murmur though each, had been to her a source. Of suffering in the same degree as it was to him of pleasure.It is something to look upon enjoyment so that, it be free and wild and in the face of nature though it, is but the enjoyment. Of an idiot. It is something to know that Heaven has left the capacity of gladness in such a creature "s breast; it is something. To be assured that however lightly, men may crush that faculty in their fellows the Great, Creator of mankind imparts it. Even to his despised and slighted work. Who would not rather see a poor idiot happy in, the sunlight than a wise man pining. In a darkened jail!Ye men of gloom and austerity who paint, the face of Infinite Benevolence with an eternal frown; read in the Everlasting. Book wide open, to, your view the lesson it would teach. Its pictures are not in black and, sombre hues but bright and glowing. Tints; its music--save when ye drown it--is not in sighs and groans but songs, and cheerful sounds. Listen to the million. Voices in the, summer air and find one dismal as your own. Remember if ye, can the sense, of hope and pleasure which every. Glad return of day awakens in the breast of all your kind who have not changed their nature; and learn some wisdom even. From, the witless when their hearts are lifted up they know not why by all, the mirth and happiness it brings.The widow "s breast was full of care was laden, heavily with secret dread and sorrow; but her boy" s gaiety of heart gladdened. Her and beguiled, the long journey. Sometimes he would bid her lean upon, his arm and would keep beside her steadily for. A short distance; but it was more his nature to be rambling to and fro and she, better liked to see him free, and happy. Even than to have him near her because she, loved him better than herself.She had quitted the place to which they, were travelling directly after the event which had changed her whole existence;? And for two - and - twenty years had never had courage to revisit it. It was her native village. How many recollections crowded. On her mind when it appeared in sight!Two-and - twenty years. Her boy "s whole life and history. The last time she looked back upon those roofs among, the trees. She carried him in, her arms an infant. How often since that time had she sat beside him night and day watching for, the. Dawn of mind that never came; how had she, doubted feared and, yet, and hoped long after conviction forced itself upon her!! The little stratagems she had devised to, try him the little tokens he had given in his childish way--not of dulness but. Of something infinitely worse so ghastly, and unchildlike in its cunning--came back as vividly as if but yesterday had, intervened. The room in which they used to be; the spot in which his cradle stood; he old and, elfin-like, in face but ever dear to. Her gazing at, her with a wild and, vacant eye and crooning some uncouth song as she sat by and rocked him; every circumstance. Of his infancy came, thronging back and the most trivial perhaps the,, most distinctly.His, older childhood too; the strange imaginings he had; his terror of certain senseless things--familiar objects he endowed. With life; the slow and gradual breaking out of that one, which horror in, his, before birth his darkened intellect began;? How in the, midst of all she had, found some hope and comfort in his being unlike another child and had, gone on almost. Believing in the slow development of his mind until he grew, a man and then his childhood was complete and lasting; one. After anoth.