tailieunhanh - LUYỆN ĐỌC TIẾNG ANH QUA TÁC PHẨM VĂN HỌC –WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 16

WUTHERING HEIGHTS (ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ) EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 16 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | WUTHERING HEIGHTS ĐỒI GIÓ HÚ EMILY BRONTE CHAPTER 16 About twelve o clock that night was born the Catherine you saw at Wuthering Heights a puny seven-months child and two hours after the mother died having never recovered sufficient consciousness to miss Heathcliff or know Edgar. The latter s distraction at his bereavement is a subject too painful to be dwelt on its after-effects showed how deep the sorrow sunk. A great addition in my eyes was his being left without an heir. I bemoaned that as I gazed on the feeble orphan and I mentally abused old Linton for what was only natural partiality the securing his estate to his own daughter instead of his son s. An unwelcomed infant it was poor thing It might have wailed out of life and nobody cared a morsel during those first hours of existence. We redeemed the neglect afterwards but its beginning was as friendless as its end is likely to be. Next morning - bright and cheerful out of doors - stole softened in through the blinds of the silent room and suffused the couch and its occupant with a mellow tender glow. Edgar Linton had his head laid on the pillow and his eyes shut. His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him and almost as fixed but his was the hush of exhausted anguish and hers of perfect peace. Her brow smooth her lids closed her lips wearing the expression of a smile no angel in heaven could be more beautiful than she appeared. And I partook of the infinite calm in which she lay my mind was never in a holier frame than while I gazed on that untroubled image of Divine rest. I instinctively echoed the words she had uttered a few hours before Incomparably beyond and above us all Whether still on earth or now in heaven her spirit is at home with God I don t know if it be a peculiarity in me but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell .

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