پادکستها / American Stories (VOA Learning English)
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زیرنویس بعد از شنیدن بدون
سایهگویی جملهبهجمله
هر جمله پخش میشود و بعد به اندازهی کافی مکث میکند تا همان را با همان آهنگ و سرعت بگویی. اول با زیرنویس، بعد «بعد از شنیدن»، آخر بدون زیرنویس.
دیکته
جمله را (حداکثر سه بار) گوش بده و بنویس. بار سوم آهستهتر پخش میشود.
پخش جمله
آنچه شنیدی
بررسی جملهی بعد
متن کامل
معنی واژه با لمسروی هر واژهی متن بزن تا معنی فارسیاش را از واژهنامهی سایت ببینی.
0:01 Few American poets are as well known as Robert Frost. 0:09 Although he was born in San Francisco in 1874, 0:16 Frost is forever linked with New England, where he lived and farmed. 0:22 Many of his poems are stories containing New Englanders' ways of speaking 0:30 and words. 0:33 Frost won many honors, including four Pulitzer Prizes for his poems. 0:40 In 1960, he was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal. 0:46 Many Americans remember him for reciting from memory his poem, 0:53 The Gift Outright, at the swearing-in of President John F. 0:59 Kennedy in 1961. 1:03 Here are four well-known poems by the New England poet as they were written without changes. 1:12 Each contains a kind of story. 1:17 We define only a few of the words, 1:20 so try to discover words you do not know and see how the words make sense 1:27 in more than one way. 1:31 First is a poem about harvesting fruit called after apple picking. 1:39 The next, my November guest, is about the weather right before New England's winter begins. 1:49 Following that is The Road Not Taken, which is probably Frost's best-known poem. 1:57 The final piece, 2:01 The Fences and Neighbors. 2:05 Here is Mario Ritter, Jr. 2:08 with four of Robert Frost's poems. 2:15 After Apple-Picking 2:18 My long two-pointed ladders sticking through a tree toward heaven still. 2:25 And there's a barrel that I didn't fill beside it. 2:29 And there may be two or three apples I didn't pick upon some bough, 2:36 But I am done with apple picking now, 2:40 Essence of winter sleep is on the night, 2:44 The scent of apples I am drowsing off. 2:49 I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight, 2:53 I got from looking through a pane of glass, I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough, 3:01 And held against the world of hoary grass. 3:06 It melted, and I let it fall and break. 3:10 But I was well upon my way to sleep before it fell, 3:15 And I could tell what form my dreaming was about to take. 3:22 Magnified apples appear and disappear, 3:27 Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing clear. 3:35 My instep arch not only keeps the ache, It keeps the pressure of a latter round. 3:43 band. I feel the latter sway as the boughs bend, 3:48 and I keep hearing from the cellar-bin the rumbling sound of load on load of apples coming in. 3:58 For I have had too much of apple-picking, I am overtired of the great harvest I myself desired. 4:08 There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, 4:14 Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall, 4:19 For all that struck the earth, No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, 4:26 Went surely to the cider-apple heap, As of no worth. 4:33 One can see what will trouble This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. 4:40 Were he not gone, the wood-chuck could say whether it's like his long sleep, 4:47 as I describe its coming on, or just some human sleep. 4:57 My November Guest 5:01 My Sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful careful, 5:09 as days can be. 5:11 She loves the bear, the withered tree. 5:15 She walks the sodden pasture lane. 5:19 Her pleasure will not let me stay. 5:23 She talks, and I am fain to list. 5:26 She's glad the birds are gone away. 5:30 She's glad her simple worsted gray is silver now, with clinging mist. 5:39 The desolate, deserted trees, 5:43 the faded earth, the heavy sky, the beauties she so truly sees, 5:50 she thinks I have no eye for these, 5:54 and vexes me for reason why. 5:58 Not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days, 6:04 before the coming of the snow, 6:08 but it were vain to tell her so, and they are better for her praise. 6:18 The road not taken, 6:21 two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 6:26 and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveller, 6:31 long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth. 6:40 Then took the other as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, 6:47 because it was grassy and wanted wear, 6:51 though, as for that the passing there, had warned them really about the same. 6:59 And both that morning equally lay in leaves leaves no step had trodden black. 7:08 Oh, I kept the first for another day. 7:12 Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. 7:21 I shall be telling this with a sigh, somewhere ages and ages hence, 7:29 two roads diverged in wood, and I, 7:33 I took the one less travelled by, 7:37 and that has made all the difference. 7:43 Mending Wall Something there is that doesn't love a wall, 7:50 that sends the frozen ground-swell under it, 7:54 and spills the upper boulders in the sun, one, and makes gaps even two can pass abreast. 8:03 The work of hunters is another thing. 8:07 I have come after them and made repair, where they have left not one stone on a stone. 8:15 But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, 8:19 to please the yelping dogs. 8:21 dogs. The gaps, I mean. 8:24 No one has seen them made or heard them made, but at spring mending time we find them there. 8:33 I let my neighbor know beyond the hill, and on a day we meet to walk the line, 8:41 and set the wall between us once again. 8:46 We keep the wall between us as we go, 8:50 to each the boulders that have fallen to each. 8:55 And some are loaves and some so nearly balls. 9:00 We have to use a spell to make them balance. 9:05 Stay where you are until our backs are turned. 9:10 We wear our fingers rough with handling them. 9:14 Oh, just another kind of outdoor game, 9:18 One on a side, it comes to little more. 9:24 There, where it is, we do not need the wall, He is all pine, and I am apple orchard. 9:32 My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. 9:40 He only says, 9:43 Good fences make good neighbors. 9:49 Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder if I could put a notion in his head. 9:57 Why do they make good neighbors? 10:00 Isn't it where there are cows? 10:03 But here there are no cows. 10:05 Before I built a wall, I'd ask to know what I was walling in 10:12 or walling out, and to whom I was like to give offense. 10:20 Something there is that doesn't love a wall, 10:25 that wants it down. 10:28 I could say elves to him, but it's not elves exactly, 10:34 and I'd rather he said it for himself. 10:38 I see him there, bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top in each hand, 10:45 like an old stone savage armed. 10:50 He moves in darkness as it seems to me, not of woods only and the shade of trees. 10:59 He will not go behind his father's saying, 11:04 And he likes having thought of it so well. 11:08 He says again, Good fences make good neighbors.
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