语声

She had wonderful brown hair, shaded with threads of gold, a brow that seemed made of marble, cheeks that seemed made of rose-leaf, a pale flush, an agitated whiteness, an exquisite mouth,whence smiles darted like sunbeams, and words like music, a head such as Raphael would have given to Mary, set upon a neck that Jean Goujon would have attributed to a Venus.

那便是使人惊叹并夹着金丝纹的栗色头发，光洁如玉的额头，艳如一瓣蔷薇的双颊，晶莹的红，含羞的白，一张妙嘴，出来的笑声如同光明、语声如同音乐，一个让·古戎①要摹刻的维纳斯的颈子而拉斐尔要描绘的马利亚的头。

There was a low susurration of relief among all the rest.

其他的人发出一阵如释重负的喃喃低语声。

Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound

我的朋友，你的语声飘荡在我的心里

Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea

我的朋友，你的语声飘荡在我的心里，象那海水的低吟声绕

Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled

我的朋友，你的语声飘荡在我的心里，象那海水的低吟声绕

Your ***, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound

我的朋友，你的语声飘荡在我的心里，象那海水的低吟声绕缭

Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of

我的朋友，你的语声飘荡在我的心里，象那海水的低吟声绕缭在静听着的

Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of th

我的朋友，你的语声飘荡在我的心里，象那海水的低吟声绕缭在静听着的松林之间。

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

在我的梦境里，又听到劈啪的枪炮声，咯咯的步枪射击声，战场上古怪而悲伤的低语声。

I listen vainly, but with thirsty ears, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll. In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

我以渴望的耳朵聆听着微弱的起床号声的迷人旋律，远处咚咚作响的鼓声，在我的梦境里又听到劈啪的炮声，咯咯的步枪射击声，战场上忧伤的低语声。

Lugalbanda was a god and shepherd king of Uruk where he was worshipped for over a thousand years.

Lugalbanda 是神和被崇拜了一千年多 Uruk古埃及喜克索王朝国王。

I am coming just now,' and went on perfuming himself with Hunut, then he came and sat.

我来只是现在，'歼灭战perfuming自己与胡努特，那麼，他来到和SAT 。