歌颂

Face of the beast shame the wind kept trained on the status quo ante has been restored in praise of this book, start a sincere prayer

满脸羞愧的野兽风着那本已经恢复原状的歌颂书，开始真心的祈祷

It's an awful shame that the Emirates will never again resound either to choruses of "There's only ONE Dennis Bergkamp!" or its stentorian obverse, usually voiced by frustrated single Clock Enders going into spasms as another November afternoon drifts into frustration and anomie:"Where the FLIP is bloody Bergkamp?"

这是一个绝对的遗憾：酋长球场将再也不会响彻"只有一个博格坎普"的呼喊，或者这种歌颂的反面都值得怀念，通常这由11月某天下午再次进入狂怒的单个钟楼看台死忠球迷因为尴尬和失落发出来的洪亮叫喊："该死的博格坎普他妈的在哪里啊？"

We should have ceased our songs as soon as the streamlet caroled less musically over its rocky bed; and with harps swinging on the willows, we should have paced to and fro upon the withering grass, lost in pensive thought.

当水流潺潺的声音稍为减少了一些的时候，我们感谢赞美的歌声可能早就停止了；我们会将歌颂神的乐器丢在柳树枝上，自己却在枯黄的草地上踏来踏去，焦虑得像失去了魂一般。

His work is a reflection of the characteristics of these times, or sing the praises of heroes, or against feudalism, strive for freedom and democracy and a better future.

他的作品正反映了这些时代的特征，或歌颂英雄，或反对封建，争取民主自由和美好未来。

One superlative song, existence the price.

一首最嘹亮的歌曲，歌颂存在的价值。

The Holy Spirit is the Divine Presence and Power consequent upon this assumption and resultant transfiguration (glorification in Swedenborgian language) of the human element which thus became "a Divine Human" with all power in heaven and on earth.

圣灵是神的存在和权力，根据这个假设，以及由此产生的变形（歌颂在swedenborgian语文）人的因素，从而成为"神人"与所有的权力在天堂和在地球上。

Let them praise his name with dancing and make music to him with tambourine and harp.

愿他们跳舞赞美他的名，击鼓弹琴歌颂他。

Then I will thank you in the great assembly; I will praise you before the mighty throng.

使我在盛大的集会中歌颂你，使我在众多的民族中称扬你。

Let them praise his name in the dance: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp.

诗149：3 愿他们跳舞赞美他的名、击鼓弹琴歌颂他。

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

时光戳破了青春颊上的光艳，在美的前额挖下深陷的战壕，自然的至珍都被它肆意狂喊，一切挺立的都难逃它的镰刀：可是我的诗未来将屹立千古，歌颂你的美德，不管它多残酷！

As she looked at Warrington's manly face, and dark, melancholy eyes, she had settled in her mind that he must have been the victim of an unhappy attachment.

每逢看到沃林顿那刚毅的脸，那乌黑、忧郁的眼睛，她便会相信，他一定作过不幸的爱情的受害者。

Maybe they'll disappear into a pothole.

也许他们将在壶穴里消失