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人物传记记录了一个人的一生，英文中文都一样，不过只是相对客观的吧。下面是我给大家整理的英文人物传记 范文 ，供大家参阅!
Franklin's life is full of charming stories which all young men should know -- how he sold books in Boston, and became the guest of kings in Europe; how he was made Major General Franklin, only to quit because, as he said, he was no soldier, and yet helped to organize the army that stood before the trained troops of England and Germany.
This poor Boston boy, without a day's schooling1, became master of six languages and never stopped studying; this neglected apprentice2 conquered the lightning, made his name famous, received degrees and diplomas from many colleges, and became forever remembered as "Doctor Franklin", philosopher, scientist and political leader.
Self-made, self-taught, the candle maker's son gave light to all the world; the street bookseller set all men singing of liberty; the apprentice became the most sought after man across the world, and brought his native land to praise and honor him.
He built America, for what our nation is today is largely due to the management, the forethought, the wisdom, and the ability of Benjamin Franklin. He belongs to the world, but especially he belongs to America. The people around the world honored him while he was living; he is still regarded as the loftiest man by the common people today after his death. And he will live in people's hearts forever.
Washington was the first president of the U.S. He was very clever even when he was still a 12-year-old-boy.
Once a thief stole some money from Uncle Post, Washington's neighbor. The door of the house was not broken, and things in the room were in good order. Washington concluded that the thief must have been committed by one of the villagers.
That evening at the villagers' meeting the said, "We don't know who stole the money but God does. God sends his wasp1 to tell good from evil. Every night the wasp flies among us but few people notice it…" Then, all of a sudden Washington waved his hand and cried out, "Look! The wasp has landed on the thief's hat. It is going to sting2!"
The crowd burst into an uproar3. Everybody turned to look for the thief. But soon the noise died down. All eyes were fixed4 on a man who was trying hard to drive the "Wasp" off his hat.
"Now we know who stole the money," Washington said with a smile.
华盛顿是美国的第一任总统，他在12岁时就十分聪明。
有一次，一个小偷从他的邻居大叔皮斯特那里偷了一点钱，房屋是好好的，屋子里的东西很整齐。华盛顿得出结论窃案必定是村民中的某一个人干的。
晚上在村民大会上，他说：“虽然我们不知道是谁偷了钱，但神知道。神派他的黄蜂分辨善恶，每天晚上黄蜂虽然在我们之间飞，但很少人会察觉。”华盛顿突然挥了挥手喊道：“看黄蜂停在贼的帽子上了，贼要被刺到了。”
人群突然变得哗然，每个人都转过身找那个贼，但是不久喧哗声渐渐平息下来。所有的眼睛都盯着试图赶走帽子黄蜂的人。
“现在，我们知道了谁偷了钱。”华盛顿微笑着说。
Demades the orator1 was once speaking in the assembly at Athens; but the people were very inattentive to what he was saying, so he stopped and said, "Gentlemen, I should like to tell you one of Aesop's fables2." This made every one listen intently. Then Demades began: "Demeter, a swallow, and an eel3 were once travelling together, and came to a river without a bridge: the swallow flew over it, and the eel swam across", and then he stopped. "What happened to Demeter?" cried several people in the audience. "Demeter," he replied, "is very angry with you for listening to fables when you ought to be minding public business."
有一次，演说家狄马德斯在雅典的一次集会上演讲，但是没有一个人认真听，他便停下来，说：“先生们，我很想告诉你们一个伊索寓言里的 故事 。”这话受到了人们的重视。接着，他开始说：“有一次，德墨忒尔(掌管农业，结婚，丰饶的女神)和一只燕子，一只鳗鱼同行，他们要穿过一条没有桥的河，燕子飞过去，鳗鱼游过去了。”讲到这里，他便停下来，不再讲了。听众中有几个人问他：“那么德墨忒尔怎么过去的呢?”他回答说：“德墨忒尔正在生你们的气呢，因为你们对公共事务毫无兴趣，一心只喜欢听伊索寓言。”
Once a neighbor1 stole2 one of Washington4's horse. Washington horse back. But the neighbor refused to give the horse back. He said5 that it was3 his horse.
Suddenly6 Washington had7 a good idea. He put both of his hands over the eyes of the horse and said to the neighbor, xiaogushi8.com "If this is your horse, then you must tell us in which eye the horse is blind8."
"In the left, "said the neighbor. Washington took9 his hand from the left eye of the horse and showed the policeman that the horse was not blind in the left eye.
"Oh , I have made10 a mistake," said the neighbor. "He is blind in the right eye." Washington then showed that the horse was not blind in the right eye, either11.
"I have made another mistake," said the neighbor.
"Yes," said the policeman, " and you have also proved12 that the horse isn't yours. You must return13 it to Mr Washington. "
有一次，一个邻居偷了华盛顿的一匹马。华盛顿带着一名警察到邻居家去把马要回来，但是邻居不愿还给他，硬说这匹马是他的。
华盛顿灵机一动，计上心来。他用双手遮住了马的双眼，对邻居说：“如果这匹马是你的，那么你应该告诉我们它的哪一只眼睛是瞎的?”
“左眼是瞎的，”邻居说。华盛顿放开遮在左眼的那只手，给警察看马的左眼并没有瞎掉。
“哦，我说错了，”邻居说。“右眼是瞎的。”然后华盛顿展示了右眼同样也没有瞎。
“我又说错了。”邻居说。
“是的，”警察说，“你已证明这匹马不是你的。你必须把他还给华盛顿先生。”
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Helen Keller was less than two years old when she came down with a fever. It struck dramatically and left her unconscious. The fever went just as suddenly. But she was blinded and, very soon after, deaf. As she grew up, she managed to learn to do tiny errands, but she also realized that she was missing something. "Sometimes," she later wrote, "I stood between two persons who were conversing and touched their lips. I could not understand, and was vexed. I moved my lips and gesticulated frantically without result. This made me so angry at times that I kicked and screamed until I was exhausted." She was a wild child.That's Helen Keller,a greatest writer in the world. We reported last week that Helen Keller suffered from a strange sickness when she was only 19 months old. It made her completely blind and deaf. For the next five years she had no way of successfully communicating with other people. Then a teacher Anne Sullivan arrived from Boston to help her. Miss Sullivan herself had once been blind. She tried to teach Helen to live like other people. She taught her how to use her hands as a way of speaking. Miss Sullivan took Helen out into the woods to explore nature. They also went to the circus, the theatre., and even to factories. Miss Sullivan explained everything in the language she and Helen used, a language of touch, of fingers and hands. Helen also learned how to ride to horse, to swim, to row a boat, and even to climb trees.Helen Keller once wrote about these early days.One beautiful spring morning I was alone in my room, reading. Suddenly a wonderful smell in the air made me get up and put out my hands . The spirit of spring seemed to be passing in my room. "What is it?"I asked. The next minute I knew it was coming from mimosa tree outside. I walked outside to the edge of the garden, toward the tree. There it was, shaking in the warm sunshine. Its long branches, so heavy with flowers, almost touched the ground. I walked through the flowers to the tree itself and then just stood silent. Then I put my foot on the tree and pulled myself up into it. I climbed higher and higher until I reached a little seat. Long ago someone had put it there. I sat for a long time... Nothing in all the world was like this.Later Helen learned that nature could be cruel as well as beautiful. Strangely enough she discovery this in a different kind of tree.One day my teacher and I were returning from a long walk. It was a fine morning but it started to get warm and heavy. We stopped to rest two or three times. Our last stop was under a cherry tree, a short way from our house. The shade was nice and the tree was easy to climb. Miss Sullivan climbed with me. It was so coot up in the tree, we decided to have lunch there. I promised to sit still until she went to the house for some food. Suddenly a change came over the tree. I knew the sky was black because all the heat which meant light to me had died out of the air. A strange odor came up to me from the earth . I knew it. It was the odor which always comes before a thunder storm. I felt alone, cut off from friends, high above the firm earth. I was frightened and wanted my teacher. wanted to get down from that tree quickly, but I was no help to myself. There was a moment of' terrible silence. Then a sudden and violent wind began to shake the tree and its leaves kept coming down all around me. I almost fell. I wanted to jump, but was afraid to do so. I tried to make myself small in the tree as the branches rubbed against me. Just us I thought that both the tree and I were going to fall, a hand touched me . It was my teacher. I held her with all my strength, then shook with joy to feel the solid earth under my feet.Miss Sullivan stayed with Helen for many year. She taught Helen how to read, how to write and how to speak. She helped her to get ready for school and college. More than anything, Helen wanted to do what others did, and do it just as well. In time Helen did go to college and completed her studies with high honors. But it was a hard struggle. Few of the books she needed were written in the Braille language that the blind could read by touching pages. Miss Sullivan and others had to teach her what was in these books by forming words in her hands. The study of geometry and physics was especially difficult. Helen could only learn about squares, triangles and other geometrical forms by making them with wires. She kept feeling the different shapes of these wires until she could see them in her mind.During her second year college Miss Keller wrote the story of her life and what a college meant to her. This is what she wrote.My first day at Radcliffe college was of great interest. Some powerful force inside me made me test my mind. I wanted to learn if it was as good as that of others. I learned many things at college. One thing I slowly learned was that knowledge does not just mean power, as some people say. Knowledge leads to happiness because to have it is to know what is true and real. To know what great man of the past had thought, said, and done is to feel the heartbeat of humanity down through the ages.All of Helen Keller's knowledge reached her mind through her sense of touch and smell, and of course her feelings. To know a flower was to touch it, feel it and smell it. This sense of touch became greatly developed as she got older. She once said that hands speak almost as loudly as words. She said the touch of some hands frightened her. The people seemed so empty of joy that when she touched their cold fingers it is as if she were shaking bands with a storm. She found the hands of others full of sunshine and warmth. Strangely enough Helen Keller learned to love things she could not hear, music for example. She did this through her sense of touch. When waves of air beat against her, she felt them. Sometimes she put her hand to a singer's throat. She often stood for hours with her hands on a piano while it was played. Once she listened to an organ. Its powerful songs made her moved her body in rhythm with the music. She also liked to go to museums. She thought she understood sculptures as well as others. Her fingers told her the true size and the feel of the material.What did Helen Keller think of herself, what did she think about the tragic lost of her sight and hearing. This is what she wrote as a young girl.Sometimes a sense of loneliness covers me like a cold mist. I sit alone, and wait at life ' s shut-door. Beyond there is light and music and sweet friendship. But I may not enter. Silence sits heavy upon my soul. Then comes hope with a sweet smile and saidsoftly " There is joy in forgetting oneself And so I tried to make the light in others' eyes my sun, the music in others' ears my symphony, the smile on others' lips my happiness.Helen Keller was tall and strong. When she spoke, her face looked very alive. It helped to give meaning to her words. She often felt the faces of close friends when she was talking to them to discover their feelings. She and Miss Sullivan both were known for their sense of humor. They enjoyed jokes and laughing at funny things that happened to themselves or others. Helen Keller had to work hard to support herself after she finished college. She spoke to many groups around the country. She wrote several books and she made one movie based on her life. Her main goal was to increase public interest in the difficulties of people with physical problems. The work Helen Keller and Anne Sullivan did has been written and talked about for many years. Their success showed how people can conquer great difficulties. Anne Sullivan died in 1936, blind herself. Before Miss Sullivan died, Helen wrote and said many kind things about her.It was the genius of my teacher, her sympathy, her love which made my first years of education so beautiful. My teacher is so near to me that I do not think of myself as a part from her. All the best of me belongs to her. Everything I am today was awakened by her loving touch .Helen Keller died on June 1st, 1968. She was 87 year old. Her message of courage and hope remains.
