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古今中外的 散文 名家以不同寻常的观察力和力透纸背的表现力创作了许多脍炙人口、魅力永存的艺术美文。下面是我带来的高中经典英语晨读美文，欢迎阅读!高中经典英语晨读美文篇一 Hanover Square 追忆似水年华 Can it really be sixty-two years ago that I first saw you? It is truly a lifetime, I know. But as I gaze into your eyes now, it seems like only yesterday that I first saw you, in that small café in Hanover Square. From the moment I saw you smile, as you opened the door for that young mother and her newborn baby. I knew. I knew that I wanted to share the rest of my life with you. Hanover Square 追忆似水年华 I still think of how foolish I must have looked, as I gazed at you, that first time. I remember watching you intently, as you took off your hat and loosely shook your short dark hair with your fingers. I felt myself becoming immersed in your every detail, as you placed your hat on the table and cupped your hands around the hot cup of tea, gently blowing the steam away with your pouted lips. From that moment, everything seemed to make perfect sense to me. The people in the café and the busy street outside all disappeared into a hazy blur. All I could see was you. Hanover Square 追忆似水年华 All through my life I have relived that very first day. Many, many times I have sat and thought about that the first day, and how for a few fleeting moments I am there, feeling again what is like to know true love for the very first time. It pleases me that I can still have those feelings now after all those years, and I know I will always have them to comfort me. Hanover Square 追忆似水年华 Not even as I shook and trembled uncontrollably in the trenches, did I forget your face. I would sit huddled into the wet mud, terrified, as the hails of bullets and mortars crashed down around me. I would clutch my rifle tightly to my heart, and think again of that very first day we met. I would cry out in fear, as the noise of war beat down around me. But, as I thought of you and saw you smiling back at me, everything around me would be become silent, and I would be with you again for a few precious moments, far from the death and destruction. It would not be until I opened my eyes once again, that I would see and hear the carnage of the war around me. Hanover Square 追忆似水年华 I cannot tell you how strong my love for you was back then, when I returned to you on leave in the September, feeling battered, bruised and fragile. We held each other so tight I thought we would burst. I asked you to marry me the very same day and I whooped with joy when you looked deep into my eyes and said "yes" to being my bride. I'm looking at our wedding photo now, the one on our dressing table, next to your jewelry box. I think of how young and innocent we were back then. I remember being on the church steps grinning like a Cheshire cat, when you said how dashing and handsome I looked in my uniform. The photo is old and faded now, but when I look at it, I only see the bright vibrant colors of our youth. I can still remember every detail of the pretty wedding dress your mother made for you, with its fine delicate lace and pretty pearls. If I concentrate hard enough, I can smell the sweetness of your wedding bouquet as you held it so proudly for everyone to see. Hanover Square 追忆似水年华 I remember being so over enjoyed, when a year later, you gently held my hand to your waist and whispered in my ear that we were going to be a family. I know both our children love you dearly; they are outside the door now, waiting. Do you remember how I panicked like a mad man when Jonathon was born? I can still picture you laughing and smiling at me now, as I clumsily held him for the very first time in my arms. I watched as your laughter faded into tears, as I stared at him and cried my own tears of joy. Hanover Square 追忆似水年华 Sarah and Tom arrived this morning with little Tessie. Can you remember how we both hugged each other tightly when we saw our tiny granddaughter for the first time? I can't believe she will be eight next month. I am trying not to cry, my love, as I tell you how beautiful she looks today in her pretty dress and red shiny shoes, she reminds me so much of you that first day we met. She has her hair cut short now, just like yours was all those years ago. When I met her at the door her smile wrapped around me like a warm glove, just like yours used to do, my darling. Hanover Square 追忆似水年华 I know you are tired, my dear, and I must let you go. But I love you so much it hurts to do so. As we grew old together, I would tease you that you had not changed since we first met. But it is true, my darling. I do not see the wrinkles and grey hair that other people see. When I look at you now, I only see your sweet tender lips and youthful sparkling eyes as we sat and had our first picnic next to that small stream, and chased each other around that big old oak tree. I remember wishing those first few days together would last forever. Do you remember how exciting and wonderful those days were? Hanover Square 追忆似水年华 I must go now, my darling. Our children are waiting outside. They want to say goodbye to you. I wipe the tears away from my eyes and bend my frail old legs down to the floor, so that I can kneel beside you. I lean close to you and take hold of your hand and kiss your tender lips for the very last time. Sleep peacefully my dear. Hanover Square 追忆似水年华 I am sad that you had to leave me, but please don't worry. I am content, knowing I will be with you soon. I am too old and too empty now to live much longer without you. I know it won't be long before we meet again in that small café in Hanover Square. Goodbye, my darling wife. 高中经典英语晨读美文篇二 《夏洛的网》，傲居“美国最伟大的十部 儿童 文学名著”之首。 Charlotte's Web 夏洛的网 片段 1 The barn was very large. It was very old. It smelled of hay and it smelled of manure. It smelled of the perspiration of tired horses and the wonderful sweet breath of patient cows. It often had a sort of peaceful smell -- as though nothing bad could happen ever again in the world. It smelled of grain and of harness dressing and of axle grease and of rubber boots and of new rope. And whenever the cat was given a fish-head to eat, the barn would smell of fish. But mostly it smelled of hay, for there was always hay in the great loft up overhead. And there was always hay being pitched down to the cows and the horses and the sheep. The barn was pleasantly warm in winter when the animals spent most of their time indoors, and it was pleasantly cool in summer when the big doors stood wide open to the breeze. Charlotte's Web 夏洛的网 片段 2 "Salutations!" said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. "Salu-what?" he cried. "Salutations!" said the voice. "What are they, and where are you?" screamed Wilbur. "Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?" "Salutations are greetings," said the voice. "When I say 'salutations,' it's just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning. Actually, it's a silly expression, and I am surprised that I used it at all. As for my whereabouts, that's easy. Look up here in the corner of the doorway! Here I am. Look, I'm waving!" At last Wilbur saw the creature that had spoken to him in such a kindly way. Stretched across the upper part of the doorway was a big spider web, and hanging from the top of the web, head down, was a gray large spider. She was about the size of a gumdrop. She had eight legs, and she was waving one of them at Wilbur in friendly greeting. "See me now?" she asked. Charlotte's Web 夏洛的网 "Oh, yes indeed," said Wilbur. "Yes indeed! How are you? Good morning! Salutations! Very pleased to meet you. What is your name, please? May I have your name?" "My name," said the spider," is Charlotte." "Charlotte what?" asked Wilbur, eagerly. "Charlotte A. Cavatica. But just call me Charlotte." "I think you're beautiful," said Wilbur. Charlotte's Web 夏洛的网 片段 3 Wilbur was now the center of attraction on the farm. Good food and regular hours were showing results: Wilbur was a pig any man would be proud of. One day more than a hundred people came to stand at his yard and admire him. Charlotte had written the word RADIANT, and Wilbur really looked radiant as he stood in the golden sunlight. Ever since the spider had befriended him, he had done his best to live up to his reputation. When Charlotte's web said SOME PIG, Wilbur had tried hard to look like some pig. When Charlotte's web said TERRIFIC, Wilbur had tried to look terrific. And now that the web said RADIANT, he did everything possible to make himself glow. It is not easy to look radiant, but Wilbur threw himself into it with a will. He would turn his head slightly and blink his long eyelashes. Then he would breathe deeply. And when his audience grew bored, he would spring into the air and do a back flip with a half twist. At this the crowd would yell and cheer. "How's that for a pig?" Mr. Zuckerman would ask, well pleased with himself. "That pig is radiant." Charlotte's Web 夏洛的网 片段4 Your future is assured. You will live, secure and safe, Wilbur. Nothing can harm you now. These autumn days will shorten and grow cold. The leaves will shake loose from the trees and fall. Christmas will come, then the snows of winter. You will live to enjoy the beauty of the frozen world. Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture pond. Then song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake, the warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy, Wilbur--this lovely world, these precious days..." Charlotte stopped. a moment later a tear came to Wilbur's eyes. "Oh, Charlotte," he said. "Why did you do all this for me?" he asked. "I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you." "You have been my friend," replied Charlotte. "That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that." Charlotte's Web 夏洛的网 片段 5 "Salutations!" it said. "I'm up here." "So am I," said another tiny voice. "So am I,"said a third voice. "Three of us are staying. We like this place, and we like you." Wilbur looked up. At the top of the doorway three small webs were being constructed. On each web, working busily was one of Charlotte's daughters. "Can I take this to mean," asked Wilbur, "that you have definitely decided to live here in the barn cellar, and that I am going to have three friends?" "You can indeed," said the spiders. "What are your names, please?" asked Wilbur, trembling with joy. "I'll tell you my name," replied the first little spider,if you'll tell me why you are trembling." "I'm trembling with joy," said Wilbur "Then my name is Joy," said the first spider. "What was my mother's middle initial?" asked the second spider. "A," said Wilbur. "Then my name is Aranea," said the spider. "What about me? "asked the third spider. "Will you just pick out a nice sensible name for me--something not too long, not too fancy, and not too dumb?" Wilbur thought hard. "Nellie?" he suggested. "Fine, I like it," said the third spider."You may call me Nellie." 高中经典英语晨读美文篇三 Birch Wood 白桦林 Snow flows over a quiet village; 静静的村庄飘着白的雪 Doves fly across a gloomy sky. 阴霾的天空下鸽子飞翔 Two names are carved deep on a birch; 白桦树刻着那两个名字 白桦林 Birch Wood They promised to stay in love all their life. 他们发誓相爱用尽这一生 One day war broke out in their homeland. 有一天战火烧到了家乡 The lad picked up a gun to go to the front. 小伙子拿起枪奔赴边疆 "Don't worry for me，sweetheart." 心上人你不要为我担心 "Wait for me in the birch wood." he said. 等着我回来在那片白桦林 白桦林 Birch Wood Doves are still flying across the same gloomy sky. 天空依然阴霾依然有鸽子在飞翔 Who would prove those graveless love and lives? 谁来证明那些没有墓碑的爱情和生命 Snow kept falling over the village，quiet as ever. 雪依然在下那村庄依然安详 And the young hid themselves behind the birch wood. 年轻的人们消逝在白桦林 The bad news came at the other afternoon. 噩耗声传来在那个午后 白桦林 Birch Wood Her love laid down his life on the battlefield. 心上人战死在远方沙场 Quietly she came to the birch wood， 她默默来到那片白桦林 waiting there each day on tiptoe. 望眼欲穿地每天守在那里 She said he'd just lost his way in the land far away. 她说他只是迷失在远方 Surely he would come to the birch wood someday. 他一定会来来这片白桦林 白桦林 Birch Wood Doves are still flying across the same gloomy sky. 天空依然阴霾依然有鸽子在飞翔 Who would prove those graveless love and lives? 谁来证明那些没有墓碑的爱情和生命 Snow kept falling over the village，quiet as ever. 雪依然在下那村庄依然安详 And the young hid themselves behind the birch wood. 年轻的人们消逝在白桦林 白桦林 Birch Wood The long road is coming to its close. 长长的路呀就要到尽头 Snow-white hair flew over the once young face. 那姑娘已经是白发苍苍 She often heard his whisper over her pillow， 她时常听他在枕边呼唤 "Come，sweetheart，come to the birch wood" “来吧亲爱的来这片白桦林” 白桦林 Birch Wood Over her deathbed she murmured， 在死的时候她喃喃地说 "I am coming，wait for me in the birch wood." “我来了等着我在那片白桦林”
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Jerry was the knd of guy who was always n a good mood and always had somethng postve to say.
One day went up to Jerry and asked hm, “ don’t get t! You can’t be a postve person all of the tme. How do you do t?” Jerry repled, “Each mornng wake up and say to myself, ‘Jerry, you have two choces today. You can choose to be n a good mood or you can choose to be n a bad mood.’ choose to be n a good mood. “
“Yeah, rght, t’s not that easy,” protested.
“Yes t s,” Jerry sad. “Lfe s all about choces. You choose how you react to stuatons. You choose how people wll affect your mood. You choose to be n a good mood or bad mood. t’s your choce how you lve lfe.”
reflected on what Jerry sad. Soon thereafter, changed my job. We lost touch.Several years later, heard that Jerry was robbed and was shot. saw Jerry about sx months after the accdent. When asked hm how he was, he repled, “ feel really good.”
asked hm what had gone through hs mnd when he was taken to the hosptal.
Jerry repled, “The frst thng came to my mnd was that should have closed the back door. Then remembered that had two choces: could choose to lve, or could choose to de. chose to lve. ”
Jerry contnued, “The nurses kept tellng me was gong to be fne. But when they wheeled me nto the emergency room and the expressons on the faces of the doctors and nurses scared me. n ther eyes, read,‘He’s a dead man. ‘ knew needed to take acton.”
“What dd you do?” asked.
“Well, a nurse asked f was allergc to anythng,” sad Jerry, ‘Yes,’ repled. The doctors and nurses were watng for my reply... took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Bullets!’ Over ther laughter, told them, ‘ am choosng to lve. Operate on me as f am alve, not dead.“Jerry lved thanks to the skll of hs doctors, but also because of hs amazng atttude. learned from hm that every day we have the choce to lve postvely.
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer.
And with that he let out a whistle, "Here, Dolly!" he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.
As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this One noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up.
"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."
The world is full of people who need someone who understands.
A couple,John and Mary,had two lovely children.John had just been asked to go on a business trip and would be gone for several days.Mary would go along too.They hired a reliable woman to care for children and made the trip,returning home a little earlier than they had planned.
As they drove into their home town feeling glad to be back,they noticed smoke,and they went off their usual route to see what it was.They found a home in flames.Mary said,”Oh,well, it isn’t our fire,let’s go home.”
But John drove closer and exclaimed, “That home belongs to Fred Jones who works at the plant.He wouldn’t be off work yet,maybe there is something we could do. ” “It has nothing to do with us, ”protested Mary.
But John drove up and stopped and they were both horror stricken to see the whole house in flames.A woman on the lawn was in hysterics screaming, “The children!Get the children! ”John grabbed her by the shoulder saying, “Get a hold of yourself and tell us where the children are! ”“In the basement, ”sobbed the woman,”down the hall and to the left. ”
In spite of Mary’s protests John bolted for the basement which was full of smoke and scorching hot.He found the door and two children.As he left he could hear some more whimpering.He delivered the two badly frightened and nearly suffocated children into waiting arms and started back asking how many more children were down there.They told him two more and Mary grabbed his arm and screamed, “John!Don’t go back!That house will cave in any second. ”
But he ran into the smoke filed hallway and into the room.At last he found both children.As he stumbled up the endless steps,the thought went through his mind that there was something strangely familiar about the little bodies clinging to him,and at last when they came out into the sunlight and fresh air,he found that he had just rescued his own children.
The baby-sitter had left them at this home while she did some shopping…
The first day of school our professor introduced a little old lady to us.
"Why are you in college at such a young age?" I asked later. She jokingly replied, " I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."
"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we wouldleave class together and tolk nonstop. I was always listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to make a speech to our football team. I'll never forget what she taught us. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her note card on the floor. A little embarrassed she simply said, "I'm sorry. This whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began:" We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change.
Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do.The only people who fear death are those with regrets."
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral to honor the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
Jerry was the kind of guy who was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say.
One day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, ‘Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.’ I choose to be in a good mood. "
"Yeah, right, it’s not that easy," I protested.
"Yes it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. It’s your choice how you live life."
I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I changed my job. We lost touch.Several years later, I heard that Jerry was robbed and was shot. I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "I feel really good.”
I asked him what had gone through his mind when he was taken to the hospital.
Jerry replied, “The first thing came to my mind was that I should have closed the back door. Then I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live. ”
Jerry continued, "The nurses kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses scared me. In their eyes, I read,‘He’s a dead man. ‘I knew I needed to take action."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Well, a nurse asked if I was allergic to anything," said Jerry, ‘Yes,’ I replied. The doctors and nurses were waiting for my reply... I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Bullets!’ Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live positively.
In 1982 Steven Callahan was crossing the Atlantic alone in his sailboat when it struck something and sank. He was floating in a life raft, alone. When three fishermen found him seventy-six days later (the longest anyone has survived a shipwreck on a life raft alone), he was still alive.
His account of how he survived is fascinating. But the thing that caught my eye was how he managed to keep himself going when all hope seemed lost, when there seemed no point in continuing the struggle, when he was suffering greatly, when his life raft was punctured and after more than a week struggling with his weak body to fix it, it was still leaking air. Giving up would have seemed the only sane option.
When people survive these kinds of circumstances, they do something with their minds that gives them the courage to keep going. Many people in similarly desperate circumstances give in or go mad. Something the survivors do with their thoughts helps them find the guts to carry on in spite of overwhelming odds.
"I tell myself I can handle it," wrote Callahan in his narrative."Compared to what others have been through, I’m fortunate. I tell myself these things over and over, building up fortitude..."
I wrote that down after I read it. It struck me as something important. And I’ve told myself the same thing when my own goals seemed far off or when my problems seemed too overwhelming. And every time I’ve said it, I have always come back to my senses.
The truth is our circumstances are only bad compared to something better. But others have been through much worse. I’ve read enough history to know you and I are lucky to be where we are, when we are, no matter how bad it seems to us compared to our fantasies. It’s a sane thought and worth thinking.
So whatever you’re going through, tell yourself you can handle it. Compared to what others have been through, you’re fortunate. Tell this to yourself over and over, and it will help you get through the rough spots with a little more fortitude.
One day a farmer's donkey fell into an abandoned well.The animal cried piteouslyfor hours as the farmer tried to figured out what to do.Finally,he decided the animal was too old and the well needed to covered up anyway;so it just was't worth it to him to try to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.They each grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.Realizing what was happening,the donkey at first cried and wailed horribly. Then,a few shovel-fullslater,hequiteted down completely.The farmer peered down into the well,and was astounded by what he saw.With every shovel-full of dirt that hit his back,the donkey would shake it off and take a step up on the new layer of dirt. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,he would shake it off and take a step up.Prettysoon,the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off,to the shock and astonishment of everyone. Life is going to shovel dirt on you,all kinds of dirt.The trick to getting out of the well is to stop wailing,and not let the dirt bury you,but to shake it off and take a step up.Each one of our troubles is a stepping-stone.We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stoping,never giving up!Shake it off and take a step up.2. The Farmer's Donkey
One day a farmer's donkey fell into an abandoned well.The animal cried piteouslyfor hours as the farmer tried to figured out what to do.Finally,he decided the animal was too old and the well needed to covered up anyway;so it just was't worth it to him to try to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.They each grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.Realizing what was happening,the donkey at first cried and wailed horribly.
Then,a few shovel-fullslater,hequiteted down completely.The farmer peered down into the well,and was astounded by what he saw.With every shovel-full of dirt that hit his back,the donkey would shake it off and take a step up on the new layer of dirt.
As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,he would shake it off and take a step up.Prettysoon,the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off,to the shock and astonishment of everyone.
Life is going to shovel dirt on you,all kinds of dirt.The trick to getting out of the well is to stop wailing,and not let the dirt bury you,but to shake it off and take a step up.Each one of our troubles is a stepping-stone.We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stoping,never giving up!Shake it off and take a step up.
In my opinion, the Indian struggle for freedom bears in its consequences not only upon India and England but upon the whole world. It contains one-fifth of the human race. It represents one of the most ancient civilizations. It has traditions handed down from tens of thousands of years, some of which, to the astonishment of the world, remain intact. No doubt the damages of time have affected the purity of that civilization as they have that of many other cultures and many institutions.
If India is to revive the glory of her ancient past, she can only do so when she attains her freedom. The reason for the struggle having drawn the attention of the world I know does not lie in the fact that we Indians are fighting for our liberty, but in the fact the means adopted by us for attaining that liberty are unique and, as far as history shows us, have not been adopted by any other people of whom we have any record. The means adopted are not violence,not bloodshed, not diplomacy as one understands it nowadays, but they are purely and simply truth and nonviolence.
No wonder that the attention of the world is directed toward this attempt to lead a successful bloodless revolution. Hitherto,nations have fought in the manner of the brute. They have wreaked vengeance upon those whom they have considered to be their enemies. We find in searching national anthems adopted by great nations that they contain curse upon the so-called enemy. They have vowed destruction and have not hesitated to take the name of God and seek divine assistance for the destruction of the enemy. We in India have endeavored to reverse the process.
We feel that the law that governs brute creation is not the law that should guide the human race. That law is inconsistent with human dignity. I, personally,would wait, if need be, for ages rather than seek to attain the freedom of my country through bloody means. I feel in the innermost of my heart, after a political career extending over an unbroken period of close upon thirty-five years, that the world is sick unto death of blood spilling. The world is seeking a way out, and I flatter myself with the belief that perhaps it will be the privilege of ancient land of India to show the way out to the hungering world.
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