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警察和赞美诗读后感英文

警察和赞美诗读后感英文

警察和赞美诗读后感英文警察与赞美诗是欧亨利小说的名篇。

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警察和赞美诗读后感英文篇一The Cop and the Anthem is a very interesting short novel. It is written by O.Henry. In the story, a poor man named Soapy has no job or money. He wanted to go to the jail because he has nowhere to go. The food in the jail can feed him. He tried a lot to break the law so that the police would catch him and send him to the jail. He ate a great meal without paying the bill, he shouted in the street, he grabbed someone’s umbrella. But he failed, the people just didn’t call the police. He started to think. He thought it was the God’s idea to keep him out of jail. And just when he decided to find a job and live on his own, a police came and send him to jail.Sometimes the life is like a joke, it is very interesting. Just like Forrest Gump once said “Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you are gonna get”。

欧亨利《警察与赞美诗》英文介绍

欧亨利《警察与赞美诗》英文介绍
Pen name : O. Henry Primitive name : William Sidney Porter Date of Birth: 1862.9.11 Date of Death: 1910.6.5 Birthplace: Greensboro, North Carolina Nationality: America Occupation: Writer Characteristics of his works: careful plotting, ironic coincidences, and surprise endings Works: Cabbages and Kings (1904)
vandalism苏比走到一家陈设别致大玻璃窗惹眼的铺子前捡起鹅卵石往大玻璃上砸去然后望着旁边的警察笑警察认为没有人做了坏事会自己等着受罚所以正眼看都没看他就追着前面跑着赶车的人去了
The Book Report
The Cop and the Anthem
《警察和赞美诗》
By O.Henry
About the Author
• 3. Soapy decides to clean up his life after hearing an anthem. But alas, he is sentenced to three months in prison.
Daydreaming
苏比看见一所高级餐馆,刚 迈进餐馆的门。服务生领班的目 光就落到他的旧裤子和破皮鞋上, 然后就把他推到人行道上去了。
时髦的文雅娴静的女子在看商品。 苏比打算以一个好色之徒的身份 走过去调戏她,旁边的警察正看 着他们。想不到这位女子却转身 亲热地搂着他,说跟他走之前要 他给自己买一杯啤酒,然后苏比 在拐弯处懊丧地甩掉了女子。

《警察与赞美诗》英语制作

《警察与赞美诗》英语制作

» Soapy had repeatedly tested: eat not to give money to disrupt social order, Dally with women in front of the police... The results are repeatedly try and loss. When soapy helplessly pacing to an ancient church, the hymn to play sweet music made him drunk.
Extract1
• The moon was above,lustrous and serene; vehicles and pedestrains were few.
• for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.
• He would be somebody in the world.
Extract2
• An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of the mire; he would make a man of himself again; he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him. There was time; he was comparatively young yet; he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him.

警察与赞美诗英语原文分析

警察与赞美诗英语原文分析

Origi‎n al TextThe Cop and the Anthe‎mby O .Henry‎1 On his bench‎in Madis‎o n Squar‎e Soapy‎moved‎uneas‎i ly. When wild goose‎honk high of night‎s, and when women‎witho‎u t seals‎k in coats‎grow kind to their‎husba‎n ds, and when Soapy‎moves‎uneas‎i ly on his bench‎in the park, you may know that winte‎r is near at hand.2 A dead leaf fell in Soapy‎’s‎lap.‎That‎was‎Jack Frost‎’s card. Jack is kind to the regul‎a r deniz‎e ns of Madis‎o n Squar‎e, and gives‎fair warni‎n g of his annua‎l call. At the corne‎r s of stree‎t s his four hands‎his paste‎b oard‎to the North‎Wind, footm‎a n of the mansi‎o n of All Outdo‎o rs, so that the inhab‎i tant‎s there‎of may make ready‎.3 Soapy‎’s‎mind‎becam‎e cogni‎s ant of the fact that the time had come for himto resol‎v e himse‎l f into a singu‎l ar Commi‎t tee of Ways and Means‎to provi‎d e again‎s t the comin‎g rigou‎r Hard‎. And there‎f ore he moved‎uneas‎i ly on his bench‎.4 The hiber‎n ator‎i alAn‎ambit‎i ons of Soapy‎were not of the highe‎s t. In them were no consi‎d erat‎i ons of Medit‎e rran‎e an cruis‎e s, of sopor‎i fic South‎e rn skies‎or drift‎i ng in the Vesuv‎i an Bay. Three‎month‎s on the Islan‎d was what his soul crave‎d. Three‎month‎s of assur‎e d board‎and bed and conge‎n ial compa‎n y, safe from Borea‎s and bluec‎o ats, seeme‎d to Soapy‎the essen‎c e of thing‎s desir‎a ble.5 For years‎the hospi‎t able‎Black‎w ell’s‎had‎been‎his‎winte‎r quart‎e rs. Just as his more fortu‎n ate fello‎w New Yorke‎r s had bough‎t their‎ticke‎t s to Palm Beach‎and the Rivie‎r a each winte‎r, so Soapy‎had made his humbl‎e arran‎g emen‎t s for his annua‎l hegir‎a to the Islan‎d. And now the time was come. On the previ‎o us night‎three‎Sabba‎t h newsp‎a pers‎, distr‎i bute‎d benea‎t h his coat, about‎his ankle‎s and over his lap, had faile‎d to repul‎s e the cold as he slept‎on his bench‎near the spurt‎i ng fount‎a in in the ancie‎n t squar‎e. So the Islan‎d loome‎d large‎and timel‎y in Soapy‎’s‎mind. He scorn‎e dDis‎the provi‎s ions‎made in the name of chari‎t y‎for‎the‎city’s‎depen‎d ents‎.In Soapy‎’s‎opini‎o n the Law was more benig‎n than Phila‎n thro‎p y. There‎was an endle‎s s round‎of insti‎t utio‎n s, munic‎i pal and eleem‎o syna‎r y, on which‎he might‎set out and recei‎v e lodgi‎n g and food accor‎d ant with the simpl‎e life. But to one of Soapy‎’s‎proud‎spiri‎t the gifts‎of chari‎t y are encum‎b ered‎. If not in coin you must pay in humil‎i atio‎n of spiri‎t for every‎benef‎i t recei‎v ed at the hands‎of phila‎n thro‎p y. As Cesar‎had his Brutu‎s, every‎bed of chari‎t y must have its toll of a bath, every‎loaf of bread‎its compe‎n sati‎o n of a priva‎t e and perso‎n al inqui‎s itio‎n. Where‎f ore it is bette‎r to be a guest‎of the law, which‎thoug‎h condu‎c ted by rules‎, does not meddl‎e undul‎y with a gentl‎e man’s‎priva‎t e affai‎r s.6 Soapy‎,havin‎g decid‎e d to go to the Islan‎d, at once set about‎accom‎p lish‎i ng his desir‎e. There‎were many easy ways of doing‎this. The pleas‎a ntes‎t was to dine luxur‎i ousl‎y at some expen‎s ive resta‎u rant‎; and then, after‎decla‎r ing insol‎v ency‎, be hande‎d over quiet‎l y and witho‎u t uproa‎r to a polic‎e man. An accom‎m odat‎i ngmagis‎t rate‎would‎do the rest.7 Soapy‎left his bench‎and strol‎l ed out of the squar‎e and acros‎s the level‎sea of aspha‎l t, where‎Broad‎w ay and Fifth‎Avenu‎e flow toget‎h er. Up Broad‎w ay he turne‎d, and halte‎d at a glitt‎e ring‎café, where‎are gathe‎r ed toget‎h er night‎l y the choic‎e st produ‎c ts of the grape‎, the silkw‎o rm and the proto‎p lasm‎.8 Soapy‎had confi‎d ence‎in himse‎l f from the lowes‎t butto‎n of his vest upwar‎d. He was shave‎n, and his coat was decen‎t and his neat black‎,ready‎-tied four-in-hand had been prese‎n ted to him by a lady missi‎o nary‎on Thank‎s givi‎n g Day. If he could‎reach‎a table‎in the resta‎u rant‎unsus‎p ecte‎d, succe‎s s would‎be his. The porti‎o n of him that would‎show above‎the table‎would‎raise‎no doubt‎in the waite‎r’s‎mind. A roast‎e d malla‎r d duck, thoug‎h t Soapy‎,would‎be about‎the thing‎—with a bottl‎e of Chabl‎i s, and then Camem‎b ert, a demi-tasse‎and a cigar‎. One dolla‎r for the cigar‎would‎be enoug‎h. The total‎would‎not be so high as to call forth‎any supre‎m e manif‎e stat‎i on of reven‎g e from the café manag‎e ment‎; and yet the meat would‎leave‎him fille‎d and happy‎for the journ‎e y to his winte‎r refug‎e.9 But as Soapy‎set foot insid‎e the resta‎u rant‎door the head waite‎r’s‎eye‎fell‎upon his fraye‎d trous‎e rs and decad‎e nt shoes‎. Stron‎g and ready‎hands‎turne‎d him about‎and conve‎y ed him in silen‎c e and haste‎to the sidew‎a lk and avert‎e d the ignob‎l e fate of the menac‎e d malla‎r d.10 Soapy‎turne‎d off Broad‎w ay. It seeme‎d that his route‎to the covet‎e d islan‎d was not to be an epicu‎r ean one. Some other‎way of enter‎i ng limbo‎must be thoug‎h t of.11 At a corne‎r of Sixth‎Avenu‎e elect‎r ic light‎s and cunni‎n gly displ‎a yed wares‎behin‎d plate‎-glass‎made a shop windo‎w consp‎i cuou‎s. Soapy‎took a cobbl‎e-stone‎and dashe‎d it throu‎g h the glass‎.Peopl‎e came runni‎n g round‎the corne‎r, a polic‎e man in the lead. Soapy‎stood‎still‎, with his hands‎in his pocke‎t s, and smile‎d at the sight‎of brass‎butto‎n s.12 “Where‎’s‎the‎man‎that‎done‎that?”‎inqui‎r ed the offic‎e r excit‎e dly.13 “Don’t you figur‎e out that I might‎have had somet‎h ing to do with it?”‎said Soapy‎, not witho‎u t sarca‎s m, but frien‎d ly, as one greet‎s good fortu‎n e.14 The polic‎e man’s‎mind‎refus‎e d to accep‎t Soapy‎even as a clue. Men who smash‎windo‎w s do not remai‎n to parle‎y‎with‎the‎law’s‎minio‎n s. They take to their‎heels‎. The polic‎e man saw a man halfw‎a y down the block‎runni‎n g to catch‎a car. With drawn‎club he joine‎d in the pursu‎i t. Soapy‎,with disgu‎s t in his heart‎, loafe‎d along‎, twice‎unsuc‎c essf‎u l.15 On the oppos‎i te side of the stree‎t was a resta‎u rant‎of no great‎prete‎n sion‎s. It cater‎e d to large‎appet‎i tes and modes‎t purse‎s. Its crock‎e ry and atmos‎p here‎were thick‎;its soup and naper‎y thin. Into this place‎Soapy‎took his accus‎i ve shoes‎and tell-tale trous‎e rs witho‎u t chall‎e nge. At a table‎he sat and consu‎m ed beefs‎t eak, flap-jacks‎, dough‎n uts, and pie. And then to the waite‎r he betra‎y ed the fact that the minut‎e st coin and himse‎l f were stran‎g ers.16 “Now,‎g et busy and call a cop,”‎said‎Soapy‎.“And‎don’t‎keep‎a‎gentl‎e manwaiti‎n g.”‎16 “No‎cop‎for‎youse‎,”‎said‎the‎waite‎r, with a voice‎like butte‎r cakes‎and an eye like the cherr‎y in a Manha‎t tan cockt‎a il.‎“Hey,‎Con!”‎17 Neatl‎y upon his left ear on the callo‎u s pavem‎e nt two waite‎r s pitch‎e d Soapy‎. He arose‎, joint‎by joint‎, as a carpe‎n ter’s‎rule‎opens‎, and beat the dust from his cloth‎e s. Arres‎t seeme‎d but a rosy dream‎.The Islan‎d seeme‎d very far away. A polic‎e man who stood‎befor‎e a drug store‎two doors‎away laugh‎e d and walke‎d down the stree‎t.18 Five block‎s Soapy‎trave‎l led befor‎e his coura‎g e permi‎t ted him to woo captu‎r e again‎.This time the oppor‎t unit‎y prese‎n ted what he fatuo‎u sly terme‎d to himse‎l f‎a‎“cinch‎.” A young‎woman‎of a modes‎t and pleas‎i ng guise‎was stand‎i ng befor‎e a show windo‎w gazin‎g with sprig‎h tly inter‎e st at its displ‎a y of shavi‎n g mugs and inkst‎a nds, and two yards‎from the windo‎w a large‎polic‎e man of sever‎e demea‎n our leane‎d again‎s t a water‎-plug.19 It was Soapy‎’s‎desig‎n to assum‎e the rule of the despi‎c able‎and execr‎a ted “mashe‎r.”‎The‎refin‎e d and elega‎n t appea‎r ance‎of his victi‎m and the conti‎g uity‎of the consc‎i enti‎o us cop encou‎r aged‎him to belie‎v e that he would‎soon feel the pleas‎a nt offic‎i al clutc‎h upon his arm that would‎ensur‎e his winte‎r quart‎e rs of the right‎littl‎e, tight‎littl‎e isle.20 Soapy‎strai‎g hten‎e d the lady missi‎o nary‎’s‎ready‎-made tie, dragg‎e d his shrin‎k ing cuffs‎into the open, set his hat at a killi‎n g cant and sidle‎d towar‎d the young‎women‎. He made eyes at her, was taken‎with sudde‎n cough‎s‎and‎“hems,”‎smile‎d, smirk‎e d, and went braze‎n ly throu‎g h the impud‎e nt and conte‎m ptib‎l e litan‎y of‎the‎“mashe‎r.”‎With half an eyeAc‎Soapy‎saw that the polic‎e man was watch‎i ng him fixed‎l y. The young‎woman‎moved‎away a few steps‎, and again‎besto‎w ed her absor‎b ed atten‎t ion upon the shavi‎n g mugs. Soapy‎follo‎w ed, boldl‎y stepp‎i ng to her side, raise‎d his hat and said: “Ah‎there‎, Bedel‎i a!‎Don’t‎you‎want‎to‎come‎and‎play‎in‎my‎yard?”21 The polic‎e man was still‎looki‎n g. The perse‎c uted‎young‎woman‎had but to becko‎n a finge‎r and Soapy‎would‎be pract‎i call‎y en route‎for his insul‎a r haven‎. Alrea‎d y he imagi‎n ed he could‎feel the cosy warmt‎h of the stati‎o n-house‎.The young‎woman‎faced‎him and, stret‎c hing‎out a hand, caugh‎t Soapy‎’s‎coat‎sleev‎e.22 “Sure, Mike,”‎she‎said‎joyfu‎l ly, “if‎you’ll‎blow‎me‎to‎a‎pail‎of‎suds. I’d‎have spoke‎to you soone‎r, but the cop was watch‎i ng.”With the young‎woman‎playi‎n g the cling‎i ng ivy to his oak Soapy‎walke‎d past the polic‎e man overc‎o me with gloom‎. He seeme‎d doome‎d to liber‎t y.23 At the next corne‎r he shook‎off his compa‎n ion and ran. He halte‎d in the distr‎i ct where‎by night‎are found‎the light‎e st stree‎t s, heart‎s, vows, and libre‎t tos. Women‎in furs and men in great‎c oats‎moved‎gaily‎in the wintr‎y air. A sudde‎n fear seize‎d Soapy‎that some dread‎f ul encha‎n tmen‎t had rende‎r ed him immun‎e to arres‎t. The thoug‎h t broug‎h t a littl‎e of panic‎upon it, and when he came uponanoth‎e r polic‎e man loung‎i ng grand‎l y in front‎of a trans‎p lend‎e nt theat‎r e he caugh‎t at the immed‎i ate straw‎of‎“disor‎d erly‎condu‎c t.”24 On the sidew‎a lk Soapy‎began‎to yell drunk‎e n gibbe‎r ish at the top of his harsh‎voice‎. He dance‎d, howle‎d, raved‎, and other‎w ise distu‎r bed the welki‎n.25 The polic‎e man twirl‎e d his club, turne‎d his back to Soapy‎and remar‎k ed toa citiz‎e n: “Tis‎o ne of them Yale lads celeb‎r atin‎’‎the‎goose‎egg they give to the Hartf‎o rd Colle‎g e. Noisy‎; but no harm. We’ve‎instr‎u ctio‎n s‎to‎lave‎them‎be.”26 Disco‎n sola‎t e, Soapy‎cease‎d his unava‎i ling‎racke‎t. Would‎never‎a polic‎e man lay hands‎on him? In his fancy‎the Islan‎d seeme‎d an unatt‎a inab‎l e Arcad‎i a. He butto‎n ed his thin coat again‎s t the chill‎i ng wind.27 In a cigar‎store‎he saw a well-dress‎e d man light‎i ng a cigar‎at a swing‎i ng light‎.His silk umbre‎l la he had set by the door on enter‎i ng. Soapy‎stepp‎e d insid‎e, secur‎e d the umbre‎l la and saunt‎e red off with it slowl‎y. The man at the cigar‎light‎follo‎w ed hasti‎l y.28 “My‎umbre‎l la,”‎he‎said‎stern‎l y.29 “Oh, is it?”‎sneer‎e d Soapy‎,addin‎g insul‎t to petit‎larce‎n y.‎“Well, why don’t‎you‎call‎a‎polic‎e man? I took it. Your umbre‎l la! Why‎don’t‎you‎call‎a‎cop? There‎stand‎s one on the corne‎r.”30 The umbre‎l la owner‎slowe‎d his steps‎.Soapy‎did likew‎i se, with a prese‎n time‎n t that luck would‎run again‎s t him. The polic‎e man looke‎d at the two curio‎u sly.31“Of‎cours‎e,”‎said‎the‎umbre‎l la man—“that‎is—well, you know how these‎mista‎k es occur‎—I—if‎it’s‎your‎umbre‎l la‎I‎hope‎you’ll‎excus‎e me—I picke‎d it up this morni‎n g in a resta‎u rant‎—If you recog‎n ise it as yours‎, why—I‎hope‎you’ll—“32 “Of‎cours‎e‎it’s‎mine,”‎said‎Soapy‎vicio‎u sly.33 The ex-umbre‎l la man retre‎a ted. The polic‎e man hurri‎e d to assis‎t a tall blond‎e in an opera‎cloak‎acros‎s the stree‎t in front‎of a stree‎t car that was appro‎a chin‎g two block‎s away.34 Soapy‎walke‎d eastw‎a rd throu‎g h a stree‎t damag‎e d by impro‎v emen‎t s. He hurle‎d the umbre‎l la wrath‎f ully‎into an excav‎a tion‎.He mutte‎r ed again‎s t the men who wear helme‎t s and carry‎clubs‎.Becau‎s e he wante‎d to fall into their‎clutc‎h es, they seeme‎d to regar‎d him as a king who could‎do no wrong‎.35 At lengt‎h Soapy‎reach‎e d one of the avenu‎e s to the east where‎the glitt‎e r and turmo‎i l was but faint‎. He set his face down this towar‎d Madis‎o n Squar‎e, for the homin‎g insti‎n ct survi‎v es even when the home is a park bench‎.36 But on an unusu‎a lly quiet‎corne‎r Soapy‎came to a stand‎s till‎. Here was an old churc‎h, quain‎t and rambl‎i ng and gable‎d. Throu‎g h one viole‎t-stain‎e d windo‎w a soft light‎glowe‎d, where‎,no doubt‎,the organ‎i st loite‎r ed over the keys, makin‎g sure of his maste‎r y of the comin‎g Sabba‎t h anthe‎m. For there‎drift‎e d out to Soapy‎’s‎ears‎sweet‎music‎that caugh‎t and held him trans‎f ixed‎again‎s t the convo‎l utio‎n s of the iron fence‎.37 The moon was above‎,lustr‎o us and seren‎e; vehic‎l es and pedes‎t rain‎s were few; sparr‎o ws twitt‎e red sleep‎i ly in the eaves‎—for a littl‎e while‎the scene‎might‎have been a count‎r y churc‎h yard‎.And the anthe‎m that the organ‎i st playe‎d cemen‎t ed Soapy‎to the iron fence‎,for he had known‎it well in the days when his life conta‎i ned such thing‎s as mothe‎r s and roses‎and ambit‎i ons and frien‎d s and immac‎u late‎thoug‎h ts and colla‎r s.38 The conju‎n ctio‎n of Soapy‎’s‎recep‎t ive state‎of mind and the influ‎e nces‎about‎the old churc‎h wroug‎h t a sudde‎n and wonde‎r ful chang‎e in his soul. He viewe‎d with swift‎horro‎r the pit into which‎he had tumbl‎e d, the degra‎d ed days, unwor‎t hy desir‎e s, dead hopes‎,wreck‎e d facul‎t ies, and base motiv‎e s that made up his exist‎e nce.39 And also in a momen‎t his heart‎respo‎n ded thril‎l ingl‎y to this novel‎mood. An insta‎n tane‎o us and stron‎g impul‎s e moved‎him to battl‎e with his despe‎r ate fate. He would‎pull himse‎l f out of the mire; he would‎make a man of himse‎l f again‎; he would‎conqu‎e r the evil that had taken‎posse‎s sion‎of him. There‎was time; he was compa‎r ativ‎e ly young‎yet; he would‎resur‎r ect his old eager‎ambit‎i ons and pursu‎e them witho‎u t falte‎r ing. Those‎solem‎n but sweet‎organ‎notes‎had set up a revol‎u tion‎in him. Tomor‎r ow he would‎go into the roari‎n g down-town distr‎i ct and find work. A fur impor‎t er had once offer‎e d him a place‎as drive‎r. He would‎find him to-morro‎w and ask for the posit‎i on. He would‎be someb‎o dy in the world‎. He would‎—40 Soapy‎felt a hand laid on his arm. He looke‎d quick‎l y round‎into the broad‎face of a polic‎e man.41 “What‎are‎you‎doin’‎here?”‎asked‎the offic‎e r.42 “Nothi‎n g’,”‎said‎Soapy‎.43“Th en come along‎,”‎said‎the‎polic‎e man.44“Three‎month‎s on the Islan‎d,”‎said‎the‎Magis‎t rate‎in the Polic‎e Court‎the next morni‎n g.。

警察与赞美诗 英文读书报告

警察与赞美诗 英文读书报告

《警察与赞美诗》读书报告The Cop And The Anthem was just a very short novel I read in the middle school. I have no memory of this classical novel except its ridiculous ending, which the writer, O Henry ’s best at.By accident,professor Zhong reminds me of the novel in his class. It’s real lucky I think of this novel when I have to finish a reading report this week, especially in autumn. It’s getting colder and colder, so winter is near.The Cop And The Anthem is a story that happened in a cold winter. Soapy is a vagrant who is homeless and jobless. Because of the coming bad weather, he may live uneasily outside and there is a comfortable and warm place for him, Blackwell prison. For years the hospitable Blackwell prison had been his winter refuge.Three months of assured board and bed and good company, safe from north winds and policemen, seemed to Soapy the most desirable thing. Soapy had made his arrangements for his annual journey to the island. He committed crime on purpose so that he can be put into prison in winter. However, things didn't go as he expected. But when he made up his mind to give up evil and return to good, he was arrested.That funny ending impressed me very much. At first, I shew great sympathy to this poor man. He had to put himself into the prison, where his freedom was limited, in order to live himself. But after he stirred up trouble for six times and still didn’t get arrested, he was put into the once dreamed prison because he wanted to be a good man. It’s an entirely incredible ending, but it also became the highlight of this novel. O. Henry's short stories are famous for their surprise endings, his wit, wordplay and humor. And where there is humor, there always is specific implication.His black humor is present in various places from this short novel. Soapy, the vagrant who had committed a crime for six times, was eager to go to prison. But he was always out of luck and got policeman's forgiveness. When Soapy was touched by the anthem and decided to be a good citizen, he was arrested for groundless reasons. This comparison between Soapy’s before and after expresses the social reality profoundly. Although I can’t help laughing when I read this surprise ending, I also feel pity for his miserable life. This kind of black humor not only appears in the ending, it’s used in lots of plots of this novel and often make a contrary to my expectation.Soapy stole an umbrella from well-dressed man when he had expected the umbrella’s owner could send him into the prison. But the umbrella also didn’t belong to that neatly dressed man,anupper class gentleman who had a beautiful appearance. When he sang drunken songs at the top of his voice, danced, and howled on the sidewalk. The policeman mistook him into one of Yale lads celebrating their victory of football game over the Hartford College.He thought Soapy was only noisy but no harm. The funniest one is, when he molested a beautiful lady in front of a policeman, the lady joyfully answered his flirtation. The gentleman and lady who had beautiful appearances, even the policemen all expose one dirty and unrational society to us. It’s a fact beyond our imagination that the noble upper class may hide their dirty heart under good appearance. This sick society caused many poor people’s present like Soapy. But it’s these people that easily could be touched and moved by the simple anthem and decided to give up the evil and be a good man. They were so kind but regarded to be abnormal when they behave peaceful outside the church.O.Henry uses a number of comparison and black humor to fully display the character's wretched fate and cruelty of capitalist society. He is famous for short novels that are skillful with these writing techniques and is also good at describing American society. The story in this novel ironize and reveal the realistic of New York’s society at that times. That ridiculous play happened in a cold late autumn, like now. Hope this winter won’t be so cold because of people’s warm heart.。

警察与赞美诗读后感英文

警察与赞美诗读后感英文

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警察与赞美诗读后感英文The Cop and the Anthem is one of O.Henry's representative works. This novel describes a vagrant who is jobless, homeless and commits crime on purpose so that he can be put into prison in winter. However,things don't goes as he expected. But when he makes up his mind to give up evil and return to good, he is arrested.Based on the whole text, the author's humor is present in various ways, one of which is through irrationality during the development of plots. soap, the vagrant who has stirred up trouble for six times, is eager to go to prison. But he is always out of luck and get policeman's forgiveness. When soap is touched by the anthem and wants to be a good citizen, he is arrested for groundless reasons. This way is a kind of black humor manifesting social reality profoundly. We can see something gloomy, desperate,but simultaneously, we can't help laughing when reading the vivid description.Once, soap wants to reach his goal by molesting a woman, soap straightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie,dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women.but the seeming virtuous and quiet woman begin to seduce him in reverse.“Sure, Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds. I’d have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak soap . Besides, soap steals an umbrella from a neatly dressed customer, but the umbrella is ill-gotten originally.''Of course,''said the umbrella man''that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hope you’ll.So the modest and lady and gentleman turn out to be someone that we cannot imagine, which is not rational. Nonetheless, as a matter of fact, they just hide their dirty acts under a beautiful veil and a small sign can indicate a great trend, we can learn that the so-called noble upper class goes more serious than the two. These plots reveals awful mood of that capitalist society.In addition, the conflict between the irrationality of Soap's behavior and the rationality of the cop's judgment is one of the important reasons for Soap's "misfortune". For example, soap breaks the glass and wait for the policeman to come andarrest him, but the cop reckons that a man who commits evil won't sit and wait for arrest, men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law’s minions then he excludes soap. Besides, he wants to break the peace by virtue of kicking up a fuss in the street, identically, the cop deems that only college students dare to be so unbridled and boisterous''Tis one of them Yale lads celebrate’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We have instructions to lave them be. His abnormal conducts is determined by his distorted mentality, which exactly reflects torture and agony both in life and mind oft he low-class. When the poor guy intends to do good the moment he is moved and inspired, the cop believes a vagrant will never something to do with the quiet atmosphere around a church, the soft lamplight and the touching music. Consequently, soap is caught unexpectedly. “What are you doing here?” asked the officer. ''Nothing,'' said soap''Then come along.''said the policeman. ''Three months on the Island.'' said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning It is the accident that mirrors confusion of truth and falsehood, black and wright.Needless to say,there are many ways to represent humor, they have one thing in common--where there is humor, thereis specific implication. The writing style of the author is humorous, the disclosure of the society is deepgoing, the reflective life andmental distress are mirky. O.Henry uses a quantity of comparison and humor to fully display the character's wretched fate and cruelty of capitalist society.感谢阅读,希望能帮助您!。

警察与赞美诗英语原文(新)

警察与赞美诗英语原文(新)

英语原文The Cop and the Anthem by O 。

HenryOn his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild goose honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.A dead leaf fell in Soapy’s lap. That was Jack Frost’s card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call. At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready.Soapy’s mind became cognisant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul craved. Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.For years the hospitable Blackwell’s had been his winter quarters. Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the ancient square. So the Island loomed large and timely in Soapy’s mind. H e scorned the provisions made in the name of charity for the city’s dependents. In Soapy’s opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy. There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy’s proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered. If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy. As Cesar had his Brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition. Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman’s private a ffairs.Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. There were many easy ways of doing this. The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant; and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman. An accommodating magistrate would do the rest.Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together. Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering café, where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm.Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward. He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day. If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected, success would be his. The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter’s mind. A roasted mallard duck, thought Soapy, would be about the thing—with a bottleof Chablis, and then Camembert, a demi-tasse and a cigar. One dollar for the cigar would be enough. The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the café management; and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge.But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door the head waiter’s eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes. Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one. Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous. Soapy took a cobble-stone and dashed it through the glass. People came running round the corner, a policeman in the lead. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons.“Where’s the man that done that?” inquired the officer excitedly.“Don’t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.The policeman’s mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law’s minions. They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man halfway down the block running to catch a car. With drawn club he joined in the pursuit. Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions. It catered to large appetites and modest purses. Its crockery and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napery thin. Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and tell-tale trousers without challenge. At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flap-jacks, doughnuts, and pie. And then to the waiter he betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers.“Now, get busy and call a cop,” said Soapy. “And don’t keep a gentleman waiting.”“No cop for youse,” said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail. “Hey, Con!”Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy. He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter’s rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again. This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a “cinch.” A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanour leaned against a water-plug.It was Soapy’s design to assume the rule of the despicable and execrated “masher.” The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he would soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his arm that would ensure his winter quarters of the right little, tight little isle.Soapy straightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women. He made eyes at her, was taken with sudden coughs and “hems,” smiled, smirked, and went b razenly through the impudentand contemptible litany of the “masher.” With half an eye Soapy saw that the policeman was watching him fixedly. The young woman moved away a few steps, and again bestowed her absorbed attention upon the shaving mugs. Soapy followed, boldly stepping to her side, raised his hat and said: “Ah there, Bedelia! Don’t you want to come and play in my yard?”The policeman was still looking. The persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven. Already he imagined he could feel the cosy warmth of the station-house. The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy’s coat sleeve.“Sure, Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds. I’d have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom. He seemed doomed to liberty.At the next corner he shook off his companion and ran. He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows, and librettos. Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapy that some dreadful enchantment had rendered him immune to arrest. The thought brought a little of panic upon it, and when he came upon another policeman lounging grandly in front of a transplendent theatre he caught at the immediate straw of “disorderly conduct.”On the sidewalk Soapy began to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice. He danced, howled, raved, and otherwise disturbed the welkin.The policeman twirled his club, turne d his back to Soapy and remarked to a citizen: “’Tis one of them Yale lads celebratin’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We’ve instructions to lave them be.”Disconsolate, Soapy ceased his unavailing racket. Would never a policeman lay hands on him? In his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia. He buttoned his thin coat against the chilling wind.In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light. His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering. Soapy stepped inside, secured the umbrella and sauntered off with it slowly. The man at the cigar light followed hastily.“My umbrella,” he said sternly.“Oh, is it?” sneered Soapy, adding insult to petit larceny. “Well, why don’t you call a policeman? I took it. Your umbrella! Why don’t you call a cop? There stands one on the corner.”The umbrella owner slowed his steps. Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would run against him. The policeman looked at the two curiously.“Of course,” said the umbrella man—“that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hope you’ll—““Of course it’s mine,” said Soapy viciously.The ex-umbrella man retreated. The policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.Soapy walked eastward through a street damaged by improvements. He hurled the umbrella wrathfully into an excavation. He muttered against the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. Because he wanted to fall into their clutches, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.At length Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where the glitter and turmoil was but faint. He set his face down this toward Madison Square, for the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill. Here was an old church, quaint and rambling and gabled. Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath anthem. For there drifted out to Soa py’s ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence.The moon was above, lustrous and serene; vehicles and pedestrains were few; sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves—for a little while the scene might have been a country churchyard. And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.The conjunction of Soapy’s receptive state of mind and the influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He viewed with swift horror the pit into which he had tumbled, the degraded days, unworthy desires, dead hopes, wrecked faculties, and base motives that made up his existence.And also in a moment his heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood. An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of the mire; he would make a man of himself again; he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him. There was time; he was comparatively young yet; he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. Tomorrow he would go into the roaring down-town district and find work. A fur importer had once offered him a place as driver. He would find him to-morrow and ask for the position. He would be somebody in the world. He would—Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickly round into the broad face of a policeman.“What are you doin’ here?” asked the officer.“Nothing’,” said Soapy.“Then come along,” said the policeman.“Three months on the Island,” said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.。

警察与赞美诗英语原文(新)

警察与赞美诗英语原文(新)

英语原文The Cop and the Anthem by O 。

HenryOn his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild goose honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.A dead leaf fell in Soapy’s lap. That was Jack Frost’s card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call. At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready.Soapy’s mind became cognisant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul craved. Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.For years the hospitable Blackwell’s had been his winter quarters. Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the ancient square. So the Island loomed large and timely in Soapy’s mind. H e scorned the provisions made in the name of charity for the city’s dependents. In Soapy’s opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy. There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy’s proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered. If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy. As Cesar had his Brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition. Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman’s private a ffairs.Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. There were many easy ways of doing this. The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant; and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman. An accommodating magistrate would do the rest.Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together. Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering café, where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm.Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward. He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day. If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected, success would be his. The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter’s mind. A roasted mallard duck, thought Soapy, would be about the thing—with a bottleof Chablis, and then Camembert, a demi-tasse and a cigar. One dollar for the cigar would be enough. The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the café management; and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge.But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door the head waiter’s eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes. Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one. Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous. Soapy took a cobble-stone and dashed it through the glass. People came running round the corner, a policeman in the lead. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons.“Where’s the man that done that?” inquired the officer excitedly.“Don’t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.The policeman’s mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law’s minions. They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man halfway down the block running to catch a car. With drawn club he joined in the pursuit. Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions. It catered to large appetites and modest purses. Its crockery and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napery thin. Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and tell-tale trousers without challenge. At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flap-jacks, doughnuts, and pie. And then to the waiter he betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers.“Now, get busy and call a cop,” said Soapy. “And don’t keep a gentleman waiting.”“No cop for youse,” said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail. “Hey, Con!”Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy. He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter’s rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again. This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a “cinch.” A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanour leaned against a water-plug.It was Soapy’s design to assume the rule of the despicable and execrated “masher.” The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he would soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his arm that would ensure his winter quarters of the right little, tight little isle.Soapy straightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women. He made eyes at her, was taken with sudden coughs and “hems,” smiled, smirked, and went b razenly through the impudentand contemptible litany of the “masher.” With half an eye Soapy saw that the policeman was watching him fixedly. The young woman moved away a few steps, and again bestowed her absorbed attention upon the shaving mugs. Soapy followed, boldly stepping to her side, raised his hat and said: “Ah there, Bedelia! Don’t you want to come and play in my yard?”The policeman was still looking. The persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven. Already he imagined he could feel the cosy warmth of the station-house. The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy’s coat sleeve.“Sure, Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds. I’d have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom. He seemed doomed to liberty.At the next corner he shook off his companion and ran. He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows, and librettos. Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapy that some dreadful enchantment had rendered him immune to arrest. The thought brought a little of panic upon it, and when he came upon another policeman lounging grandly in front of a transplendent theatre he caught at the immediate straw of “disorderly conduct.”On the sidewalk Soapy began to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice. He danced, howled, raved, and otherwise disturbed the welkin.The policeman twirled his club, turne d his back to Soapy and remarked to a citizen: “’Tis one of them Yale lads celebratin’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We’ve instructions to lave them be.”Disconsolate, Soapy ceased his unavailing racket. Would never a policeman lay hands on him? In his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia. He buttoned his thin coat against the chilling wind.In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light. His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering. Soapy stepped inside, secured the umbrella and sauntered off with it slowly. The man at the cigar light followed hastily.“My umbrella,” he said sternly.“Oh, is it?” sneered Soapy, adding insult to petit larceny. “Well, why don’t you call a policeman? I took it. Your umbrella! Why don’t you call a cop? There stands one on the corner.”The umbrella owner slowed his steps. Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would run against him. The policeman looked at the two curiously.“Of course,” said the umbrella man—“that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hope you’ll—““Of course it’s mine,” said Soapy viciously.The ex-umbrella man retreated. The policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.Soapy walked eastward through a street damaged by improvements. He hurled the umbrella wrathfully into an excavation. He muttered against the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. Because he wanted to fall into their clutches, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.At length Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where the glitter and turmoil was but faint. He set his face down this toward Madison Square, for the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill. Here was an old church, quaint and rambling and gabled. Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath anthem. For there drifted out to Soa py’s ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence.The moon was above, lustrous and serene; vehicles and pedestrains were few; sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves—for a little while the scene might have been a country churchyard. And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.The conjunction of Soapy’s receptive state of mind and the influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He viewed with swift horror the pit into which he had tumbled, the degraded days, unworthy desires, dead hopes, wrecked faculties, and base motives that made up his existence.And also in a moment his heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood. An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of the mire; he would make a man of himself again; he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him. There was time; he was comparatively young yet; he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. Tomorrow he would go into the roaring down-town district and find work. A fur importer had once offered him a place as driver. He would find him to-morrow and ask for the position. He would be somebody in the world. He would—Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickly round into the broad face of a policeman.“What are you doin’ here?” asked the officer.“Nothing’,” said Soapy.“Then come along,” said the policeman.“Three months on the Island,” said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.。

英国文学论文 警察与赞美诗 英文版

英国文学论文 警察与赞美诗 英文版

709202212学号:辽宁师范大学海华学院美国文学论文专业:英语年级:09级2班姓名:孙晓琳论文题目:"The Cop and the anthem "in the view of interpersonal functionMajor Writing Style——Humor人际功能角度分析《警察与赞美诗》完成时间2012年6月9日Abstract:The interpersonal function is one of the three functions of the functional grammar, interpersonal function, mood, modality and evaluation system to analyze the "Cop and the Anthem" Writing Style - humor, interpersonal function to the understanding of the text can be seen provide an important means and appreciation.摘要:人际功能是功能语法的三大元功能之一,根据人际功能的语气、情态和评价系统来分析《警察与赞美诗》的主要写作特色——幽默,可以看出人际功能可以给文本的理解与欣赏提供重要手段。

Keywords:interpersonal functions; tone; modality; evaluation关键词:人际功能;语气;情态;评价A three meta-functions, one of the interpersonal function according to Halliday's Functional Grammar, Functional Grammar. Interpersonal function refers to the language through the exchange of words the role of other members of society with them to establish or maintain interpersonal relationships, in order to influence the behavior of others.Interpersonal function tone system, the modal system and, later, Martin added, and the proposed evaluation system to achievedialogue and sole functional analysis of human from "The Cop and the anthem " (A)the Soviet with the first police“Where’s the man that done that?”inquired the officer excite dly.“Don’t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?”said Soapy,not without sarcasm,but friendly。

《警察与赞美诗》英文梗概

《警察与赞美诗》英文梗概

《警察与赞美诗》英文梗概第一篇:《警察与赞美诗》英文梗概A New York City hobo named Soapy,who sets out to get arrested so he can avoid sleeping in the cold winter as a guest of the city jail.Soapy's ploys伎俩include swindling诈骗a restaurant into serving him an expensive meal, breaking the plate-glass window of a luxury shop, repeating his eatery exploit at a humble 简陋的diner, sexually harassing a young woman, pretending to be publicly intoxicated喝醉to make troubles, and stealing another man's umbrella.However, all of these attempts are quickly exposed as failures.Based on these events, Soapy despairs of his goal of getting arrested and imprisoned.As O.Henry describes events, the small church has a working organ 机构and a practicing organist风琴演奏者.As Soapy listens to the church organ play an anthem圣歌, he experiences a spiritual epiphany 神灵显现then he resolves决定to cease停止to be homeless, end his life as a tramp afflicted苦恼with unemployment, and regain his self-respect.As Soapy stands on the street and considers the plan for his future, however, a policeman taps him on the shoulder and asks him what he is doing.When Soapy answers “Nothing,” his fate is sealed未知: he has been arrested for loitering闲荡.In the magistrate’s法官court on the following day, he is convicted定罪of a misdemeanor 行为不端and is sentenced to three months in Blackwell's Island, the New York City jail.第二篇:警察与赞美诗的英文读后感Wang1 Wang MengmengProfessor Li KangEnglish 09110314March 2012The Cop and the AnthemTBased on the whole text, the author's humor is present in various ways, one ofwhich is through irrationality during the development of plots.Soapy, the vagrant who has stirred up trouble for six times, is eager to go to prison.But he is always out of luck and get policeman's forgiveness.When Soapy is touched by the anthem and wants to be a good citizen, he is arrested for groundless reasons.This way is a kind of black humor manifesting social reality profoundly.We can see something gloomy, desperate,but simultaneously, we can't help laughing when reading the vivid description.Once, Soapy wants to reach his goal by molesting a woman, Soapystraightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs intothe open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women(20).butthe seeming virtuous and quiet woman begin to seduce him in reverse.“Sure,Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds.I’d have spoke to yousooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivyto his oak Soapy(22).Besides, Soapy steals an umbrella from a neatly dressedcustomer, but the umbrella is ill-gotten originally.''Of course,''said the umbrellaWang2man''that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella Ihope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recogniseit as yours, why—I hope you’ll—''(31).So the modest and lady and gentleman turnout to be someone that we cannot imagine, which is not rational.Nonetheless, as amatter of fact, they just hide their dirty acts under a beautiful veil and a small signcan indicate a great trend, we can learn that the so-called noble upper class goesmore serious than the two.These plots reveals awful mood of that capitalist society.In addition, the conflict between the irrationality of Soapy's behavior and therationality of the cop's judgment is one of the important reasons for Soapy's“misfortune”.For example, Soapy breaks the glass and wait for the policeman tocome and arrest him, but the cop reckons that a man who commits evil won't sitand wait for arrest, men who smash windows do not remain to parley with thelaw’s minions then he excludes Soapy.Besides, he wants to break the peace byvirtue of kicking up a fuss in the street, identically, the cop deems that onlycollege students dare to be so unbridled and boisterous''Tis one of them Yale ladscelebratin’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College.Noisy;but no harm.We’ve instructions to lave them be.''(25).His abnormal conducts is determined byhis distorted mentality, which exactly reflects torture and agony both in life andmind oft he low-class.When the poor guy intends to do good the moment he ismoved and inspired, the cop believes a vagrant will never something to do withthe quiet atmosphere around a church, the soft lamplight and the touching music.Consequently, Soapy is caught unexpectedly.“What are you doin’ here?” askedthe officer.''Nothing,'' said Soapy(42).''Then come along.''said thepoliceman(43).''Three months on the Island.'' said the Magistrate in the PoliceCourt the next morning.(44).It is the accident that mirrors confusion of truth andfalsehood, black and wright.Needless to say,there are many ways to represent humor, they have one thing incommon--where there is humor, there is specific implication.The writing style of the author is humorous, the disclosure of the society is deepgoing, the reflective life and Wang3mental distress are mirky.O.Henry uses a quantity of comparison and humor to fully display the character's wretched fate and cruelty of capitalist society.Notes1.Jack Frost(Para.2): Jack Frost is a personification of frost.2.Blackwell(Para.5): An island with prisons on East River in New York3.Palm Beach and the Riviera(Para.5): A tourist attraction in winter.4.Cesar(Para.5): A famous statesman, strategist and commander in chief assassinated by Republicans.5.Brutus(Para.5):Roman politician, the chief plotter to assassinate Cesar.6.the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm(Para.7): It indicates upper-class life.7.brass buttons(Para.5): It refers to policeman, as the fasteners of police uniform are made of brass.Work cited1.2.Henry,O.O Henry 100 Selected Stories [M].Hertfordshire: Wordworth,1995.3.Voss,Arthur.The American Short Story: A Critical Survey[M].Norman:Oklahoma UP,1973:123-1244.田艳.欧亨利短篇小说精选[M].大连:大连理工大学出版社,2005.5.王青松.倪勤.轮欧亨利小说的比喻特色[J].安徽教育学院学报.2006,24(4):82-85.AboutTheAuthorO.Henry is one of the most famous American critical realist short storywriters, and one of the world's top three masters of the short stories.O.Henry'sreal name was William Sydney Porter.O.Henrywas born in Greensboro, North Carolina on September 11,1862.At age of 20(1882)he moved to Texas, where he had various jobs.He married Athol Estes in 1887, in 1894 while working for First National Bank inAustin, Porter was accused of stealing $4000.He went to prison in Columbus,Ohio for 3 years eventually.While in prison Porter first started to write shortstories and believed that he has found his pseudonym there.After Porter wasreleased from the prison in 1901, he changed his name to O.Henry and moved toNew York in 1902.From December 1903 to January 1906 o.Henry wrote a storya week for the New York World magazine, and publishedseveral short stories inother magazines.O.Henry's short stories are famous for their surprise endings, his wit, wordplayand humor.He wrote such classic short stories as The Ransom of Red Chief, TheGift of the Magi, The Furnished Room, The Four Billion, Cabbages and Kings,The Last Leaf, The Cop and the Anthem,etc.In his last years O.Henry had financial and health problems.An alcoholic, O.Henry died on June 5, 1910 in New York City, virtually broke.第三篇:警察与赞美诗《警察与赞美诗》教案澧县职业中专学校皮业书一、作者简介:欧●亨利,美国著名短篇小说家。

《警察与赞美诗》英文梗概

《警察与赞美诗》英文梗概

A New York City hobo named Soapy,who sets out to get arrested so he can avoid sleeping in the cold winter as a guest of the city jail.Soapy's ploys伎俩include swindling诈骗a restaurant into serving him an expensive meal, breaking the plate-glass window of a luxury shop, repeating his eatery exploit at a humble简陋的diner, sexually harassing a young woman, pretending to be publicly intoxicated喝醉to make troubles, and stealing another man's umbrella.However, all of these attempts are quickly exposed as failures.Based on these events, Soapy despairs of his goal of getting arrested and imprisoned.As O. Henry describes events, the small church has aworking organ机构and a practicing organist风琴演奏者. As Soapy listens to the church organ play an anthem圣歌, he experiences a spiritual epiphany 神灵显现then he resolves决定to cease停止to be homeless, end his life as a tramp afflicted苦恼with unemployment, and regain his self-respect.As Soapy stands on the street and considers the plan for his future, however, a policeman taps him on the shoulder and asks him what he is doing. When Soapy answers “Nothing,” his fate is sealed未知: he has been arrested for loitering闲荡. In the magistrate’s法官court on the following day, he is convicted定罪of a misdemeanor行为不端and is sentenced to three monthsin Blackwell's Island, the New York City jail.。

警察与赞美诗中英文对照2

警察与赞美诗中英文对照2

警察还在盯着。

那受⼈轻薄的⼥⼦只消将⼿指⼀招,苏⽐就等于进安乐岛了。

他想象中已经感到了巡捕房的舒适和温暖。

年轻的⼥⼠转过脸来,伸出⼀只⼿,抓住苏⽐的袖⼦。

“可不是吗,迈克,”她兴致勃勃地说,“不过你先得破费给我买杯猫尿。

要不是那巡警⽼盯着,我早就要跟你搭腔了。

” 那娘们像常春藤⼀样紧紧攀住苏⽐这棵橡树,苏⽐好不懊丧地在警察⾝边⾛了过去。

看来他的⾃由是命中注定的了。

⼀拐弯,他甩掉⼥伴撒腿就⾛。

他⼀⼝⽓来到⼀个地⽅,⼀到晚上,最轻佻的灯光,最轻松的⼼灵,最轻率的盟誓,最轻快的歌剧,都在这⾥荟萃。

⾝穿轻裘⼤氅的淑⼥绅⼠在寒冷的空⽓⾥兴⾼采烈地⾛动。

苏⽐突然感到⼀阵恐惧,会不会有什么可怕的魔法镇住了他,使他永远也不会被捕呢?这个念头使他有点发慌,但是当他遇见⼀个警察⼤模⼤样在灯⽕通明的剧院门前巡逻时,他马上就捞起“扰乱治安”这根稻草来。

苏⽐在⼈⾏道上扯直他那破锣似的嗓⼦,像醉⿁那样乱嚷嚷。

他⼜是跳,⼜是吼,⼜是骂,⽤尽了办法⼤吵⼤闹。

警察让警棍打着旋,⾝⼦转过去背对苏⽐,向⼀个市民解释道: “这是个耶鲁的⼩伙⼦在庆祝胜利,他们跟哈德福学院赛球,请⼈家吃了鸭蛋。

够吵的,可是不碍事。

我们有指⽰,让他们只管闹去。

” 苏⽐怏怏地停⽌了⽩费⽓⼒的吵闹。

难道就没有⼀个警察来抓他了吗?在他的幻想中。

那岛已成为可望不可即的仙岛。

他扣好单薄的上⾐以抵挡刺⾻的寒风。

他看见雪茄烟店⾥⼀个⾐冠楚楚的⼈对着摇曳的⽕头在点烟。

那⼈进店时,将⼀把绸伞靠在门边。

苏⽐跨进店门,拿起绸伞,慢吞吞地退了出去。

对⽕的⼈赶紧追出来。

“我的伞。

”他厉声说道。

“噢,是吗?”苏⽐冷笑说;在⼩偷⼩摸的罪名上⼜加上侮辱这⼀条。

“好,那你⼲吗不叫警察?不错,是我拿的。

你的伞!你怎么不叫巡警?那边拐⾓上就有⼀个。

” 伞主⼈放慢了脚步,苏⽐也放慢脚步。

他有⼀种预感:他⼜⼀次背运了。

那警察好奇地瞅着这两个⼈。

“当然,”伞主⼈说,“嗯……是啊,你知道有时候会发⽣误会……我……要是这伞是你的我希望你别见怪……我是今天早上在⼀家饭店⾥捡的……要是你认出来这是你的,那么……我希望你别……” “当然是我的。

警察与赞美诗英语 原文分析

警察与赞美诗英语 原文分析

Original TextThe Cop and the Anthemby O .Henry1 On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild goose honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.2 A dead leaf fell in Soapy’s lap. That was Jack Frost’s card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call. At the corners of streets his four hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants there of may make ready.3 Soapy’s mind became cognisant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.4 The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul craved. Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.5 For years the hospitable Blackwell’s had been his winter quarters. Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the ancient square. So the Island loomed large and timely in Soapy’s mind. He scorned the provisions made in the name of charity for the city’s dependents. In Soapy’s opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy. There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy’s proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered. If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy. As Cesar had his Brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition. Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman’s private affairs.6 Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. There were many easy ways of doing this. The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant; and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman. An accommodatingmagistrate would do the rest.7 Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together. Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering café, where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm.8 Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward. He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day. If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected, success would be his. The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter’s mind. A roasted mallard duck, thought Soapy, would be about the thing—with a bottle of Chablis, and then Camembert, a demi-tasse and a cigar. One dollar for the cigar would be enough. The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the café management; and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge.9 But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door the head waiter’s eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes. Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.10 Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one. Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.11 At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous. Soapy took a cobble-stone and dashed it through the glass. People came running round the corner, a policeman in the lead. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons.12 “Where’s the man that done that?” inquired the officer excitedly.13 “Don’t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.14 The pol iceman’s mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law’s minions. They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man halfway down the block running to catch a car. With drawn club he joined in the pursuit. Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.15 On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions. It catered to large appetites and modest purses. Its crockery and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napery thin. Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and tell-tale trousers without challenge. At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flap-jacks, doughnuts, and pie. And then to the waiter he betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers.16 “Now, get busy and call a cop,” said Soapy. “And don’t keep a gentlemanwaiting.”16 “No cop for youse,” said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail. “Hey, Con!”17 Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy. He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter’s rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.18 Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again. This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a “cinch.” A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanour leaned against a water-plug.19 It was Soapy’s design to assume the rule of the despicable and execrated “masher.” The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he would soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his arm that would ensure his winter quarters of the right little, tight little isle.20 Soapy straightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women. He made e yes at her, was taken with sudden coughs and “hems,” smiled, smirked, and went brazenly through the impudent and contemptible litany of the “masher.” With half an eye Soapy saw that the policeman was watching him fixedly. The young woman moved away a few steps, and again bestowed her absorbed attention upon the shaving mugs. Soapy followed, boldly stepping to her side, raised his hat and said: “Ah there, Bedelia! Don’t you want to come and play in my yard?”21 The policeman was still looking. The persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven. Already he imagined he could feel the cosy warmth of the station-house. The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy’s coat slee ve.22 “Sure, Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds. I’d have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom. He seemed doomed to liberty.23 At the next corner he shook off his companion and ran. He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows, and librettos. Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapy that some dreadful enchantment had rendered him immune to arrest. The thought brought a little of panic upon it, and when he came upon anotherpoliceman lounging grandly in front of a transplendent theatre he caught at the immediate straw of “disorderly conduct.”24 On the sidewalk Soapy began to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice. He danced, howled, raved, and otherwise disturbed the welkin.25 The policeman twirled his club, turned his back to Soapy and remarked toa citizen: “Tis one of them Yale lads celebratin’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We’ve instructions to lave them be.”26 Disconsolate, Soapy ceased his unavailing racket. Would never a policeman lay hands on him? In his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia. He buttoned his thin coat against the chilling wind.27 In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light. His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering. Soapy stepped inside, secured the umbrella and sauntered off with it slowly. The man at the cigar light followed hastily.28 “My umbrella,” he said sternly.29 “Oh, is it?” sneered Soapy, adding insult to petit larceny. “Well, why don’t you call a policeman? I took it. Your umbrella! Why don’t you call a cop? There stands one on the corner.”30 The umbrella owner slowed his steps. Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would run against him. The policeman looked at the two curiously.31“Of course,” said the umbrella man—“that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hope you’ll—“32 “Of course it’s mine,” said Soapy viciously.33 The ex-umbrella man retreated. The policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.34 Soapy walked eastward through a street damaged by improvements. He hurled the umbrella wrathfully into an excavation. He muttered against the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. Because he wanted to fall into their clutches, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.35 At length Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where the glitter and turmoil was but faint. He set his face down this toward Madison Square, for the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.36 But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill. Here was an old church, quaint and rambling and gabled. Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath anthem. For there drifted out to Soapy’s ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence.37 The moon was above, lustrous and serene; vehicles and pedestrains were few; sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves—for a little while the scene mighthave been a country churchyard. And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.38 The conjunction of Soapy’s receptive state of mind and the influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He viewed with swift horror the pit into which he had tumbled, the degraded days, unworthy desires, dead hopes, wrecked faculties, and base motives that made up his existence.39 And also in a moment his heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood. An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of the mire; he would make a man of himself again; he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him. There was time; he was comparatively young yet; he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. Tomorrow he would go into the roaring down-town district and find work. A fur importer had once offered him a place as driver. He would find him to-morrow and ask for the position. He would be somebody in the world. He would—40 Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickly round into the broad face of a policeman.41 “What are you doin’ here?” asked the officer.42 “Nothing’,” said Soapy.43“Then come along,” said the polic eman.44“Three months on the Island,” said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.。

欧亨利警察与赞美诗读后感-警察与赞美诗英语读后感

欧亨利警察与赞美诗读后感-警察与赞美诗英语读后感

欧亨利警察与赞美诗读后感|警察与赞美诗英语读后感When people really want to do it, God just happens to mean the beginning, and go back on, shameless the.Undeniably, the opportunity is the wait for anyone, it is not passive, not waiting for you to analyze, analyze it, consider this, consider that a series of trivial events, and then decided to do it. Perhaps it is itself a fleeting Wizard, which is the test of courage and guts, wisdom and soul. It does not mean that all things should not be thoughtful, careful Clofibrate conduct, and if so, what we were in ancient times? Of course, opportunity and a need to treasure, you need to take advantage of, opportunities have come across are very difficult to fully and thoroughly to take advantage of, but it is difficult. How to better perfect it is a priority.The policeman, not a claim has been given many opportunities than it? The cable does not do this than to understand what, just keep endlessly kept in mind for his so-called target to continue to play a life, clown, never tired. And lucky him, the total in the stage has written slip, but in the end was as a joke, laughed.A drama in the end, which means another Drama begins. The police is concerned, only to routine; on the reader, but near the end; of life isconcerned, only a small episode; of the writer is concerned, it is a good plot; on the audience, the only worthy of a ticket; on Soapy, it is a new idea of life close to, for he had the ignorance to pay, value is what he does not escape from his hand, he may be able to reverse the fate of the Opportunity and its contempt for the lessons learned in the final result.If he will blame anyone, so that he does deserve it; if he can only blame himself, then he can say to yourself out loud: Three months, not too long, I will cherish and seize the time each day . well, in fact, did not run away, but I ignored. wait for itWell, in fact, did not go far. Yes, a lot of happiness to dominate, the opportunity is one of them. Do not wait until God impatient, after all, he has emotions, give you played rough, then, as if too lacking in human touch of the. But their suffering.Cherish the people or things around them, they change every day, but we are too busy, did not see. Opportunity is like a chance encounter, a good thing. Take advantage of, the benefits of it to play the extreme, it is a beauty thing. A persons life will be all sorts of conditions, each of the significance of the situation is very different, very different. Select a different situation, a different life, a different fate, a different change So, we have to opportunity, transparent, fully see, so that would not go astray friends.If the contrary, the outcome would be like Soapy: horror, realize thatthey have plunged into the abyss, the fallen years, shameful desire, despair, only poor intellectual exhaustion, motivation despicable.Not grasp the opportunity to meet, are fools; not met but know how to grasp opportunities is talent; both opportunities and understanding of how the event is a genius.。

2019年警察与赞美诗读后感英文-范文word版 (2页)

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2019年警察与赞美诗读后感英文-范文word版本文部分内容来自网络整理,本司不为其真实性负责,如有异议或侵权请及时联系,本司将立即删除!== 本文为word格式,下载后可方便编辑和修改! ==警察与赞美诗读后感英文警察与赞美诗读后感英文The Cop and the Anthem is one of O.Henry's representative works. This novel describes a vagrant who is jobless, homeless and commits crime on purpose so that he can be put into prison in winter. However,things don't goes as he expected. But when he makes up his mind to give up evil and return to good, he is arrested.Based on the whole text, the author's humor is present in various ways, one of which is through irrationality during the development of plots. soap, the vagrant who has stirred up trouble for six times, is eager to go to prison. But he is always out of luck and get policeman's forgiveness. When soap is touched by the anthem and wants to be a good citizen, he is arrested for groundless reasons. This way is a kind of black humor manifesting social reality profoundly. We can see something gloomy, desperate,but simultaneously, we can't help laughing when reading the vivid description.Once, soap wants to reach his goal by molesting a woman, soap straightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women.but the seeming virtuous and quiet woman begin to seduce him in reverse.“Sure, Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds. I’d have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak soap . Besides, soap steals an umbrella from a neatly dressed customer, but the umbrella is ill-gotten originally.''Of course,''said the umbrella man''that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hopeyou’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hope you’ll.So the modest and lady and gentleman turn out to be someone that we cannot imagine, which is not rational. Nonetheless, as a matter of fact, they just hide their dirty acts under a beautiful veil and a small sign can indicate a great trend, we can learn that the so-called noble upper class goes。

警察与赞美诗读后感英文

警察与赞美诗读后感英文

警察与赞美诗读后感英文导读: 警察与赞美诗读后感英文The Cop and the Anthem is one of O.Henry's representative works. This novel describes a vagrant who is jobless, homeless and commits crime on purpose so that he can be put into prison in winter. However,things don't goes as he expected. But when he makes up his mind to give up evil and return to good, he is arrested.Based on the whole text, the author's humor is present in various ways, one of which is through irrationality during the development of plots. soap, the vagrant who has stirred up trouble for six times, is eager to go to prison. But he is always out of luck and get policeman's forgiveness. When soap is touched by the anthem and wants to be a good citizen, he is arrested for groundless reasons. This way is a kind of black humor manifesting social reality profoundly. We can see something gloomy, desperate,but simultaneously, we can't help laughing when reading the vivid description.Once, soap wants to reach his goal by molesting a woman, soap straightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at akilling cant and sidled toward the young women.but the seeming virtuous and quiet woman begin to seduce him in reverse.“Sure, Mike,”she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds. I’d have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak soap . Besides, soap steals an umbrella from a neatly dressed customer, but the umbrella is ill-gotten originally.''Of course,''said the umbrella man''that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hope you’ll.So the modest and lady and gentleman turn out to be someone that we cannot imagine, which is not rational. Nonetheless, as a matter of fact, they just hide their dirty acts under a beautiful veil and a small sign can indicate a great trend, we can learn that the so-called noble upper class goes more serious than the two. These plots reveals awful mood of that capitalist society.In addition, the conflict between the irrationality of Soap's behavior and the rationality of the cop's judgment is one of the important reasons for Soap's "misfortune". For example, soap breaks the glass and wait for the policeman to come and arrest him, but the cop reckons that a man whocommits evil won't sit and wait for arrest, men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law’s minions then he excludes soap. Besides, he wants to break the peace by virtue of kicking up a fuss in the street, identically, the cop deems that only college students dare to be so unbridled and boisterous''Tis one of them Yale lads celebrate’the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We have instructions to lave them be. His abnormal conducts is determined by his distorted mentality, which exactly reflects torture and agony both in life and mind oft he low-class. When the poor guy intends to do good the moment he is moved and inspired, the cop believes a vagrant will never something to do with the quiet atmosphere around a church, the soft lamplight and the touching music. Consequently, soap is caught unexpectedly. “What are you doing here?”asked the officer. ''Nothing,'' said soap''Then come along.''said the policeman. ''Three months on the Island.'' said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning It is the accident that mirrors confusion of truth and falsehood, black and wright.Needless to say,there are many ways to represent humor, they have one thing in common--where there is humor, there is specific implication. The writing style of the author ishumorous, the disclosure of the society is deepgoing, the reflective life andmental distress are mirky. O.Henry uses a quantity of comparison and humor to fully display the character's wretched fate and cruelty of capitalist society.。

警察与赞美诗英文读后感

警察与赞美诗英文读后感

警察与赞美诗英文读后感导读: 警察与赞美诗英文读后感When people really want to do it, God just happens to mean the beginning, and go back on, shameless the.Undeniably, the opportunity is the wait for anyone, it is not passive, not waiting for you to analyze, analyze it, consider this, consider that a series of trivial events, and then decided to do it. Perhaps it is itself a fleeting "Wizard", which is the test of courage and guts, wisdom and soul. It does not mean that all things should not be thoughtful, careful Clofibrate conduct, and if so, what we were in ancient times? Of course, opportunity and a need to treasure, you need to take advantage of, opportunities have come across are very "difficult" to fully and thoroughly to take advantage of, but it is "difficult." How to better "perfect" it is a priority.The policeman, not a claim has been given many opportunities than it? The cable does not do this than to understand what, just keep endlessly kept in mind for hisso-called "target" to continue to play a life, "clown", never tired. And lucky him, the total in the "stage" has written "slip", but in the end was as a "joke", laughed.A "drama" in the end, which means another "Drama" begins. The police is concerned, only to routine; on the reader, but near the end; of life is concerned, only a small episode; of the writer is concerned, it is a good plot; on the audience, the only worthy of a ticket; on Soapy, it is a new idea of life close to, for he had the "ignorance" to pay, value is what he does not escape from his hand, he may be able to reverse the fate of the "Opportunity" and its contempt for the lessons learned in the final result.If he will blame anyone, so that he does deserve it; if he can only blame himself, then he can say to yourself out loud: "Three months, not too long, I will cherish and seize the time each day . well, in fact, did not run away, but I ignored. wait for it ……"Well, in fact, did not go far. Yes, a lot of happiness to dominate, the opportunity is one of them. Do not wait until God impatient, after all, he has emotions, give you played rough, then, as if too lacking in "human touch" of the. But their suffering.Cherish the people or things around them, they change every day, but we are too busy, did not see. Opportunity is like a chance encounter, a good thing. T ake advantage of, thebenefits of it to play the extreme, it is a "beauty" thing. A person's life will be all sorts of conditions, each of the significance of the situation is very different, very different. Select a different situation, a different life, a different fate, a different change ……So, we have to opportunity, "transparent", fully see, so that would not go astray friends.If the contrary, the outcome would be like Soapy: horror, realize that they have plunged into the abyss, the fallen years, shameful desire, despair, only poor intellectual exhaustion, motivation despicable.Not grasp the opportunity to meet, are fools; not met but know how to grasp opportunities is talent; both opportunities and understanding of how the event is a genius.。

警察与赞美诗中英文对照1

警察与赞美诗中英文对照1

警察与赞美诗过冬计划 苏⽐躺在麦迪⽣⼴场他那条长凳上,辗转反侧。

每当雁群在夜空引吭⾼鸣,每当没有海豹⽪⼤⾐的⼥⼈跟丈夫亲热起来,每当苏⽐躺在街⼼公园长凳上辗转反侧,这时候,你就知道冬天迫在眉睫了。

⼀张枯叶飘落在苏⽐的膝头。

这是杰克?弗洛斯特的名⽚。

杰克对麦迪⽣⼴场的⽼住户很客⽓,每年光临之前,总要先打个招呼。

他在⼗字街头把名⽚递给“露天公寓”的门公佬“北风”,好让房客们有所准备。

苏⽐明⽩,为了抵御寒冬,由他亲⾃出马组织⼀个单⼈财务委员会的时候到了。

为此,他在长凳上辗转反侧,不能⼊寐。

苏⽐的冬居计划并不过奢。

他没打算去地中海游⼷,也不想去晒南⽅令⼈昏昏欲睡的太阳,更没考虑到维苏威湾去漂流。

他衷⼼企求的仅仅是去岛上度过三个⽉。

整整三个⽉不愁⾷宿,伙伴们意⽓相投,再没有“北风”⽼⼉和警察⽼爷来纠缠不清,在苏⽐看来,⼈⽣的乐趣也莫过于此了。

多年来,好客的布莱克威尔岛监狱⼀直是他的冬季寓所。

正如福⽓⽐他好的纽约⼈每年冬天要买票去棕榈滩和⾥维埃拉⼀样,苏⽐也不免要为⼀年⼀度的“冬狩”作些最必要的安排。

现在,时候到了。

昨天晚上,他躺在古⽼的⼴场喷泉和近的长凳上,把三份星期天的厚报纸塞在上⾐⾥,盖在脚踝和膝头上,都没有能挡住寒⽓。

这就使苏⽐的脑海⾥迅速⽽鲜明地浮现出岛⼦的影⼦。

他瞧不起慈善事业名下对地⽅上穷⼈所作的布施。

在苏⽐眼⾥,法律⽐救济仁慈得多。

他可去的地⽅多的是,有市政府办的,有救济机关办的,在那些地⽅他都能混吃混住。

当然,⽣活不能算是奢侈。

可是对苏⽐这样⼀个灵魂⾼傲的⼈来说,施舍的办法是⾏不通的。

从慈善机构⼿⾥每得到⼀点点好处,钱固然不必花,却得付出精神上的屈辱来回报。

真是凡事有利必有弊,要睡慈善单位的床铺,先得让⼈押去洗上⼀个澡;要吃他⼀块⾯包,还得先⼀五⼀⼗交代清个⼈的历史。

因此,还是当法律的客⼈来得强。

法律虽然铁⾯⽆私,照章办事,⾄少没那么不知趣,会去⼲涉⼀位⼤爷的私事。

既然已经打定主意去岛上,苏⽐⽴刻准备实现⾃⼰的计划。

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A New York City hobo named Soapy,who sets out to get arrested so he can avoid sleeping in the cold winter as a guest of the city jail.
Soapy's ploys伎俩include swindling诈骗a restaurant into serving him an expensive meal, breaking the plate-glass window of a luxury shop, repeating his eatery exploit at a humble简陋的diner, sexually harassing a young woman, pretending to be publicly intoxicated喝醉to make troubles, and stealing another man's umbrella.
However, all of these attempts are quickly exposed as failures.Based on these events, Soapy despairs of his goal of getting arrested and imprisoned.
As O. Henry describes events, the small church has a working organ机构and a practicing organist风琴演奏者. As Soapy listens to the church organ play an anthem圣歌, he experiences a spiritual epiphany 神灵显现then he resolves决定to cease停止to be homeless, end his life as a tramp afflicted苦恼
with unemployment, and regain his self-respect.
As Soapy stands on the street and considers the plan for his future, however, a policeman taps him on the shoulder and asks him what he is doing. When Soapy answers “Nothing,” his fate is
sealed未知: he has been arrested for loitering闲荡. In the magistrate’s法官court on the following day, he is convicted定罪of a misdemeanor行为不端and is sentenced to three months
in Blackwell's Island, the New York City jail.。

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