钟楼

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当夜幕为如诗的河岸披上一层面纱，破旧的房屋消失在昏暗苍穹中，高耸的烟囱如同一座座钟楼，仓库成了瑰丽的宫殿，整个城市悬置在天堂，如幻仙境尽收眼底——仓促的人们总是行色匆匆。无论是庄稼汉还是知识分子，聪明人或者乐天派，都看不见也懂不到。这个时候，自然哼着优美的曲子，把最完美的旋律只给了艺术家一人。艺术家就是她的儿子和主人——他像儿子一样爱她，同时又如主人一般了解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

夜幕降临，为河畔蒙上了一层轻纱，如诗般美丽、神秘。而那些毫不起眼的建筑物们则隐没在这昏暗的天空中，乍看之下，高耸的烟囱好似一座钟楼，破旧的仓库宛如宫殿般矗立于夜色之中。此时此刻，整个城市悬浮于半空中，如同仙境般展现在我们面前——接着，行人加快了回家的脚步；而工人、知识分子、智者抑或逍遥之人则驻足而望，停下了思考，故而，他们听不到自然那美妙绝伦的声音。大自然只为艺术家展现了歌喉，因为艺术家是她的孩子，她的主人——之所以这么说，因为孩子爱他的母亲，而主人则理解他的属下。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当暗夜迷雾给河滨披上诗般的轻纱薄衣，可怜的建筑在暗淡的天幕下迷失自我，高耸的烟囱变成了钟楼，货栈成了伫立在夜间的宫殿，整座城市游荡在天际，仙境就在眼前---流浪者正朝家的方向疾去；工人与雅士，智者与享乐主义者，不再了解，正如他们已不再对之投以目光。而大自然，曾只为艺术家---自然之子，自然之主---一开金嗓，仙乐悠扬。艺术家作为自然之子，深爱其母；艺术家亦是自然之主，对自然的理解不在话下。

Bells from the campanilering out reproaches three time a day ("cloches,cloches,divins reproches")joined by a chorus from the surrouonding islands.

钟楼每天三次鸣响谴责曲，届时周围岛屿的钟声也会响起，组成一曲大合唱。

I have been playing at nine-pins," he answered,"and have lost a couple of farthings.""

几天后的一个深夜，执事把小儿子叫醒，要他起床后到教堂钟楼上去敲钟。

You can burn structures , belfry, ladder, by fire arrow and torch.

您可以用火箭和火炬点燃建筑，钟楼，梯子。

The clock is the world's largest four-faced, chiming clock and the third largest free-standing clock tower in the world.

时钟是世界上最大的四个面，钟声时钟和世界第三大自由独立的钟楼。

Clock Tower on the bell did not ring for several centuries after it, the long rope to the ground These, I hand a Rafah,"selected" fall down, the whole of the ropes are already decadent.

钟楼上的大钟几百年都没响过了吧，长长的绳索直垂到地面，我伸手一拉，&啪&的掉落下来，整条绳索都已经腐朽了。

Independence hall in Philadelphia, stands a modern tower, one of the world's most famous clock - free ZhongAn put them.

在费城独立大厅外面，矗立着一座现代化的钟楼，世界最著名的大钟之一------自由钟安放其中。

A flat roof covered with sheets of lead .Turning towards the prow, one had before one an innumerable flock of ancient roofs, over which arched broadly the lead-covered apse of the Sainte-Chapelle, like an elephant's haunches loaded with its tower.

你一转向船头，呈现在面前的是一片无边无际的古老屋顶，仿佛是一群铺天盖地的牛羊，而浮现在其上面的是圣小教堂后殿的铅皮圆屋顶，远望过去，好似一只大象后背上驮着教堂的钟楼。

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。