Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.
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Golden Key
I had a dream where I found a golden key
Save all the poor and to set the children free
Broke every chain and I could even fly
I soard up in the sky
i want to know where to find a golden key
high on a moutain and deep tall in the sea
they say the door all come together one day
but i find my own way
So Listen to your soul
The way to reach your goal
Is written deep inside
Just trust your inner guide
So overcome your fear
You`ll find your treasure here
Don`t search in foreign lands
You`ve got it in your hands
I had a dream where I found a golden key
Save all the poor and to set the children free
Broke every chain and I could even fly
I soard up in the sky
i want to know where to find a golden key
high on a moutain and deep tall in the sea
they say the door all come together one day
but i find my own way
So Listen to your soul
The way to reach your goal
Is written deep inside
Just trust your inner guide
So overcome your fear
You`ll find your treasure here
Don`t search in foreign lands
You`ve got it in your hands
一本书
艾米莉·狄金森
何物带咱去远方
一只船不如一本书
就是千里马也赶不上
一首欢快奔腾的诗
这种路最穷的人也能走
不会受通行税的阻梗
这种车运载人的灵魂
它是多么节省。
A Book
by Emily Dickinson
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
艾米莉·狄金森
何物带咱去远方
一只船不如一本书
就是千里马也赶不上
一首欢快奔腾的诗
这种路最穷的人也能走
不会受通行税的阻梗
这种车运载人的灵魂
它是多么节省。
A Book
by Emily Dickinson
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
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