英語六級晨讀美文100篇:Feeling of Immortality in Youth
No young man believes he will ever die.
It was a saying of my brothers, and a fine one.
There is a feeling of Eternity in youth,which makes us amend for everything.
To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods.
One half of time indeed is flown
the other half remains in store for us with all its countless treasures,
for there is no line drawn, and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes.
We make the coming age our own
The vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us.
Death, old age, are words without a meaning that pass by us
like the idea air which we regard not.
Others may have undergone,or may still be liable to themwebear a charmed life,
which laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies.
As in setting out on delightful journey,we strain our eager gaze forward
Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail!
And see no end to the landscape, new objects presenting themselves as we advance.
So, in the commencement of life, we set no bounds to our inclinations,
nor to the unrestricted opportunities of gratifying them.
We have as yet found no obstacle,no disposition to flag;
and it seems that we can go on so forever.
We look round in a new world,full of life, and motion, and ceaseless progress,
and feel in ourselves all the vigor and spirit to keep pace with it,
and do not foresee from any present symptoms how we shall be left behind
in the natural course of things, decline into old age, and drop into the grave.
It is the simplicity, and as it were abstractedness of our feelings in youth,
that identifies us with nature,
and
deludes us into a belief of being immortal like it.
No young man believes he will ever die.
It was a saying of my brothers, and a fine one.
There is a feeling of Eternity in youth,which makes us amend for everything.
To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods.
One half of time indeed is flown
the other half remains in store for us with all its countless treasures,
for there is no line drawn, and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes.
We make the coming age our own
The vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us.
Death, old age, are words without a meaning that pass by us
like the idea air which we regard not.
Others may have undergone,or may still be liable to themwebear a charmed life,
which laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies.
As in setting out on delightful journey,we strain our eager gaze forward
Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail!
And see no end to the landscape, new objects presenting themselves as we advance.
So, in the commencement of life, we set no bounds to our inclinations,
nor to the unrestricted opportunities of gratifying them.
We have as yet found no obstacle,no disposition to flag;
and it seems that we can go on so forever.
We look round in a new world,full of life, and motion, and ceaseless progress,
and feel in ourselves all the vigor and spirit to keep pace with it,
and do not foresee from any present symptoms how we shall be left behind
in the natural course of things, decline into old age, and drop into the grave.
It is the simplicity, and as it were abstractedness of our feelings in youth,
that identifies us with nature,
and
deludes us into a belief of being immortal like it.
