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以经典美文诵读作为突破口,破解当今学生读书苦,苦读书的现状,在教学中走出了一条开满鲜花的快乐阅读之路,激发了学生的学习兴趣。本文是优秀英语美文，希望对大家有帮助!

What then is the work of life? What the business of great men, that pass the stage of the world in seeming triumph as these men we call heroes have done? Is it to grow great in the mouth of

fame and take up so many pages in history? Alas! That is no more than making a tale for the reading of posterity till it turns into fable and romance. Is it to furnish subjects to the poets,

and live in their immortal rhymes as they call them? That is, in short, no more than to be hereafter turned into ballad and song and be sung by old women to quiet children, or at the corner of

the street to gather crowds in aid of the pickpocket and the poor. Or is their business rather to add virtue and piety to their glory, which alone will pass them into eternity and make them

truly immortal? What is glory without virture? A great man without

religion is no more than a great beast without a soul. What is honour without merit? And what can be called true merit but

that which makes a person bea good man as well as a great man?

There is no month in the whole year, in which nature wears a more

beautiful appearance thanin the month of August! Spring has many beauties,and May is a fresh and blooming month,but the

charms of this time of year are enhanced by their contrast with the winterseason.August has no such advantage. It comes when we remember nothing but clear skies,green fields and sweet smelling

flowers when the recollection of snow, and ice, and bleakwinds, has faded from our minds as completely as they have disappeared from the earth andyet what a pleasant time it is! Orchards and

corn-fields ring with the hum of labour; treesbend beneath the thick clustersof ripe fruit, which bows their branches to the ground; and thecorn, piled in graceful sheaves, or waving inevery

light breath that sweeps above it, as if itwooed the sickle, tinges the landscape with a golden hue. Amellow softness appears to hangover the whole earth; the influence of the season seems to

extend itself to the every wagon,whose slow motion across the well-reaped field, is perceptible only to the eye, but strikes with no harsh sound upon the ear.

Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as anend.There was a time when we were not: this gives me no concern-why then should it troubleus

that a time will come when we shall cease to be? I have no wish to have been alive ahundred years ago, or in the reign of Queen Anne. Why should I regret and lay it so much toheart that I shall

not be alive a hundred years hence, in the reign of I cannot tell whom? To die is only to be as we were born; yet no one feels any remorse, or regret, or repugnance,in contemplating this last idea. It is rather a relief and disburdening of the mind; it seems

tohave been a holiday time with us then; we were not called to appear upon the stage of life, towear robes or tatters, to laugh or cry, be hooted or applauded; we had lain perdu all this

while,snug out of harm’s way; and had slept out our thousands of centuries without wanting to bewaked up; at peace and free from care, in a long nonage, in a sleep deeper and calmer than thatof

infancy, wrapped in the softest and finest dust. And the worst that we dread is, after ashort fretful, feverish being, after vain hopes, and idle fears, to sink to final repose again,and forget the troubled dream of life!

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