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يوونا · 2011- 10- 8

اقتباس:

المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة لاتغرك ضحكتي

الله يريحك دنيا و آخره

بس للاسف هذا المقال نفسه
هي تبي سمري له و معلومات عنه

الله يعين انا شكلي بتكي و اقعد اقراه
و انا بلخصه من راسي

بس لو انط من عاشر دور مستحيل تطلع معي صفحه كامله
ان طلعوا سطرين خير و نعمه

و بشر الصابرين

مي تو هذا اللي قررته
اذا طلع معك سطرين زوديها من المقال نفسه يعني بس بلغه ابسط

حكايا الورد · 2011- 10- 8

repeated

حكايا الورد · 2011- 10- 8

هلوووو ...،
الي اخذوا باوتري اليوم ...... هذا نص تنتيرن اوبي .,
من وين أخذتوا ولين وين وقفتوا

Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a sweet inland murmur. 4—Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
The day is come when I again repose
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view
These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,
Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Among the woods and copses lose themselves,
Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb
The wild green landscape. Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.

Though absent long,
These forms of beauty have not been to me,
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart,
And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration:—feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure; such, perhaps,
As may have had no trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man's life;
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world
Is lighten'd:—that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame,
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.

If this
Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft,
In darkness, and amid the many shapes
Of joyless day-light; when the fretful stir
Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart,
How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee
O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!

And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought,
With many recognitions dim and faint,
And somewhat of a sad perplexity,
The picture of the mind revives again:
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years. And so I dare to hope
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led; more like a man
Flying from something that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then
(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,
And their glad animal movements all gone by,)
To me was all in all.—I cannot paint
What then I was. The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colours and their forms, were then to me
An appetite: a feeling and a love,
That had no need of a remoter charm,
By thought supplied, or any interest
Unborrowed from the eye.—That time is past,
And all its aching joys are now no more,
And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur: other gifts
Have followed, for such loss, I would believe,
Abundant recompence. For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man,
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye and ear, both what they half-create, 5
And what perceive; well pleased to recognize
In nature and the language of the sense,
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.

Nor, perchance,
If I were not thus taught, should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me, here, upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once,
My dear, dear Sister! And this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our chearful faith that all which we behold
Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;
And let the misty mountain winds be free
To blow against thee: and in after years,
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies; Oh! then,
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts
Of tender joy wilt thou remember me,
And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance,
If I should be, where I no more can hear
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence, wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this delightful stream
We stood together; and that I, so long
A worshipper of Nature, hither came,
Unwearied in that service: rather say
With warmer love, oh! with far deeper zeal
Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget,
That after many wanderings, many years
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs,
And this green pastoral landscape, were to me
More dear, both for themselves, and for thy sake.
Footnote 4 (return): The river is not affected by the tides a few miles above Tintern.

Footnote 5 (return): This line has a close resemblance to an admirable line of Young, the exact expression of which I cannot recollect.

END.

يوونا · 2011- 10- 8

حصه قالت لنا بالمحاضره من 59 ال112 انا قروب الاحد

يوونا · 2011- 10- 8

بنات الهولي ثيرزدي الواجب على اي ابيات

لاتغرك ضحكتي · 2011- 10- 8

اقتباس:

المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة يوونا

مي تو هذا اللي قررته
اذا طلع معك سطرين زوديها من المقال نفسه يعني بس بلغه ابسط

بشري كتبتي شي ؟

انا توي مخلصه واجب تاريخ اللغه ما بعد ابدا في هذا الشي
بس سويت له سكان بعيوني و حسيته يجيب المرض

يا خوفي اقعد اترجم كلماته و يضيع الوقت و انا ما كتبت شي
سسسسحححقاً !

يوونا · 2011- 10- 8

اقتباس:

المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة لاتغرك ضحكتي

بشري كتبتي شي ؟

انا توي مخلصه واجب تاريخ اللغه ما بعد ابدا في هذا الشي
بس سويت له سكان بعيوني و حسيته يجيب المرض

يا خوفي اقعد اترجم كلماته و يضيع الوقت و انا ما كتبت شي
سسسسحححقاً !

انا الحين تو خلصت منه اليكي الطريقه الاتيه لتخلص من هذا الشي
,
,
1. انسخي المقال والصقيه بقوقل ترجمه واقريه بالعربي اسرع واسهل
2. بس لخصي المقدمه لين تعريف ارستوتال واكتبي التعريف كما هوا
3. اكتبي تم ادخال الفن الجديد الكوميديا العاطفيه وتعريفا اللي هو الواجب الاول لنا
4. انو كثير اللي عارضو الكوميديا العاطفيه ومع ذالك كان في سبب لبقائها وتلاقينه بالترجمه للمقال انا مافهمته كتبته كما هوا
5 . اكتبي ان الضحك سوف يغادر المسرح واخر شي عن الوقت الحاضر
وبث

يوونا · 2011- 10- 8

اقتباس:

المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة يوونا

بنات الهولي ثيرزدي الواجب على اي ابيات

ابي احل واجب الشعر

هتان7ano0 · 2011- 10- 8

بنات مشكووورااااااااااااااااات وااااااااااااااااااجداااات ..... على الردوود ...

يونـا .. أنـا هـذا السمري الي نزلتيه طبعته لها ووديته ..

مـادريت أنـها تبي فلسفه ... طيب البنات يقوولون انها حددت أكـثر من أيمج و قالت
تكلمو عنها ..!!!

واجب بكره سوويته بس الله يستر عسـى مـاتفشلني .. كـاعواايدها ..

Luna ..< مـشكـوره على الرابط .. ألله يوفقك دنيا وأخره

هتان7ano0 · 2011- 10- 8

اقتباس:

المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة يوونا

ابي احل واجب الشعر

انتي قرروب الاحد الصباح صح .. < معي

الـواجـب نـشررح وأن ستانزا من قــصيدة لوســـي .....صح وألأ أنـا مخرفه

تكفـين قووولي أي ... عـجـزاانه أرووح أدوور وأحــوووس .. كفايه كل الويك أند رااح وااجبات ..

2011- 10- 8	#442
حكايا الورد أكـاديـمـي ألـمـاسـي الملف الشخصي: رقم العضوية : 7461 تاريخ التسجيل: Tue Jul 2008 العمر: 33 المشاركات: 1,194 الـجنــس : أنـثـى عدد الـنقـاط : 221 مؤشر المستوى: 76 بيانات الطالب: الكلية: college of arts in Dammam الدراسة: انتظام التخصص: English literature المستوى: خريج جامعي	رد: FiFth Level "old plan" .. welcome everyone repeated

2011- 10- 8	#443
حكايا الورد أكـاديـمـي ألـمـاسـي الملف الشخصي: رقم العضوية : 7461 تاريخ التسجيل: Tue Jul 2008 العمر: 33 المشاركات: 1,194 الـجنــس : أنـثـى عدد الـنقـاط : 221 مؤشر المستوى: 76 بيانات الطالب: الكلية: college of arts in Dammam الدراسة: انتظام التخصص: English literature المستوى: خريج جامعي	رد: FiFth Level "old plan" .. welcome everyone هلوووو ...، الي اخذوا باوتري اليوم ...... هذا نص تنتيرن اوبي ., من وين أخذتوا ولين وين وقفتوا Five years have passed; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a sweet inland murmur. 4—Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, Which on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits, Among the woods and copses lose themselves, Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb The wild green landscape. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees, With some uncertain notice, as might seem, Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire The hermit sits alone. Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me, As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure; such, perhaps, As may have had no trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lighten'd:—that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft, In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee! And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity, The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first I came among these hills; when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, Wherever nature led; more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by,) To me was all in all.—I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite: a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.—That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur: other gifts Have followed, for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompence. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean, and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man, A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half-create, 5 And what perceive; well pleased to recognize In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being. Nor, perchance, If I were not thus taught, should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay: For thou art with me, here, upon the banks Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister! And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our chearful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain winds be free To blow against thee: and in after years, When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; Oh! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love, oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves, and for thy sake. Footnote 4 (return): The river is not affected by the tides a few miles above Tintern. Footnote 5 (return): This line has a close resemblance to an admirable line of Young, the exact expression of which I cannot recollect. END.

2011- 10- 8	#444
يوونا أكـاديـمـي مـشـارك الملف الشخصي: رقم العضوية : 45147 تاريخ التسجيل: Tue Jan 2010 العمر: 33 المشاركات: 1,430 الـجنــس : أنـثـى عدد الـنقـاط : 985 مؤشر المستوى: 73 بيانات الطالب: الكلية: جامعه الدمام الدراسة: انتظام التخصص: English literature المستوى: المستوى السابع	رد: FiFth Level "old plan" .. welcome everyone حصه قالت لنا بالمحاضره من 59 ال112 انا قروب الاحد

2011- 10- 8	#445
يوونا أكـاديـمـي مـشـارك الملف الشخصي: رقم العضوية : 45147 تاريخ التسجيل: Tue Jan 2010 العمر: 33 المشاركات: 1,430 الـجنــس : أنـثـى عدد الـنقـاط : 985 مؤشر المستوى: 73 بيانات الطالب: الكلية: جامعه الدمام الدراسة: انتظام التخصص: English literature المستوى: المستوى السابع	رد: FiFth Level "old plan" .. welcome everyone بنات الهولي ثيرزدي الواجب على اي ابيات

2011- 10- 8	#449
هتان7ano0 أكـاديـمـي ذهـبـي الملف الشخصي: رقم العضوية : 54978 تاريخ التسجيل: Sat Jul 2010 المشاركات: 656 الـجنــس : أنـثـى عدد الـنقـاط : 78 مؤشر المستوى: 63 بيانات الطالب: الكلية: عن ا?حراج الدراسة: انتظام التخصص: EnGLish المستوى: المستوى السابع	رد: FiFth Level "old plan" .. welcome everyone بنات مشكووورااااااااااااااااات وااااااااااااااااااجداااات ..... على الردوود ... يونـا .. أنـا هـذا السمري الي نزلتيه طبعته لها ووديته .. مـادريت أنـها تبي فلسفه ... طيب البنات يقوولون انها حددت أكـثر من أيمج و قالت تكلمو عنها ..!!! واجب بكره سوويته بس الله يستر عسـى مـاتفشلني .. كـاعواايدها .. Luna ..< مـشكـوره على الرابط .. ألله يوفقك دنيا وأخره

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