凝视的

They discover to their horror that the wedding is formally bigamous, as he was still alive at the time of the vows, but maintain the secret to preserve a legacy to Swithin.

屋外大雨滂沱，顺着山间小路走来的陌生人凝视着灯火通明的窗户。他是该继续赶路，还是停下来歇歇、坐在温暖的炉火边吃点东西呢？

Hard to define but easy to enjoy, The Men Who Stare at Goats is the preposterous yet more-true-than-not story of a small-town journalist named Bob Wilton who, trying to prove himself in Iraq, stumbles upon a man named Lyn Cassady who claims to be a psychic spy for the US Army.

很难界定，但轻松地享受，该男子是谁在山羊凝视是名为鲍勃威尔顿一个小镇荒谬更多的记者，真比没有谁的故事，试图证明自己在伊拉克，偶然发现名为林恩卡萨迪谁声称是为美国陆军心理间谍的男子。

One who goes touring on foot with a single volume in his knapsack reads with circumspection, pausing often to reflect, and often laying the book down to contemplate the landscape or the prints in the inn parlour; for he fears to come to an end of his entertainment, and be left companionless on the last stages of his journey.

一个徒步旅行的人，如果随身只带了一本书，他会静心研读，不时地思考一下，还会合上书凝视风景或者晚上小酒馆雅间墙壁上的画。他害怕书读完了，乐趣也随着消失，剩下的旅程将寂寞无以为藉。

I stopped the hitchy treads,learned on a blue stone,staring.Some ever choked thoughs was awaked by some further hopes.

停住蹒跚的脚步，伫一方青石，久久地凝视，一些更深远的愿望，激活了曾经窒息的思想。

After eating for an hour or so, she gazes meditatively9 into the middle distance querying10 first, whether that grass yonder11 is lusher and greener than this, and second, if it be so, whether peradventure12 it is worth the trouble to walk there and take it.

一个小时左右的早餐享用之后，她若有所思地凝视着前方不远处，先自问：远处的青草会不会比这里的更茂盛鲜绿呢？然后又问：果真如此的话，值不值得劳神过去吃呢？

A father sat at his desk poring over his monthly bills when his young son rushed in and announced

周六父亲坐在桌前凝视着他的账单，这时他的小儿子匆忙的过来宣布

Rick had his arm flung protectively across his wife's back, and was gazing at her through the helmet's bubble-shield.

瑞克的手臂保护性地搭在妻子的背上，透过头盔的透明罩凝视着她。

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

部队你的脸凝视，我的心不知道休息和安逸；置身于劳作，似在无边的劳碌之海飘泊。

Away form the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

不对你的脸凝视，我的心不知道休息和安逸；置身于劳作，似在无边的劳碌之海中漂泊。

We see this when Wilbur writes,"my eyes where tired of looking into darkness, my sunbaked head of hanging down a hole."

我们可以从威尔伯尔写下的如下诗行中发现，&我的眼睛开始厌倦于凝视黑暗，我太阳烘烤的头也厌倦于伸进一个洞子。&

But we don't care about Battlegrounds.

但我们并不在乎沙场中的显露。

Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror.

啊！不用提了。提到肉，真是糟透了。