问答题 "Prophet!"said I, "thing of evil! —prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—On this home by horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—Is there - is therebalm in Gilead—tell me—tell me, I implore!"

问答题 The bowls never wanted washing. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls), they would sit staring at the copper, with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers mostassiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Boys have generally excellent appetites. He and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months: at last they got sovoraciousand wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn"t been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small cook-shop), hinted darkly to his companions, that unless he had another basin of gruel per diem, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept next him, who happened to be a weakly youth offender age. He had a wild, hungry eye; and they implicitly believed him. A council was held; lots were cast who should walk up to the master after supper that evening, and ask fro more; and it fell to him.

问答题 Make room and let him stand before our face. The world thinks, and I think so too,That thou butlead"st this fashion of thy maliceTo the last hour of act; and then, "tis thought,Thou" It show they mercy and remorse, more strangethan is thy strange apparent cruelty:And where thou now exacts the penalty, —Which is a pound of this poor-merchant"s flesh, —Thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture,But, toucht with human gentleness and loveForgive amoietyof the principalGlancing an eye of pity on his losses,That have of late so huddled on his backEnowto press a royal merchant down,And pluck commiseration of his stateFrom brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint,From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train"dTo offices of tender courtesy.