【簡(jiǎn)介：】一、弗吉尼亞的弗吉尼亞州大學(xué)列表？1、弗吉尼亞大學(xué)建立于1819年，其創(chuàng)始人是美國(guó)第3任總統(tǒng)托馬斯杰斐遜。學(xué)校是全美首屈一指的公立大學(xué)，也是“公立常青藤”中的一員。 2、華

一、弗吉尼亞的弗吉尼亞州大學(xué)列表？

1、弗吉尼亞大學(xué)建立于1819年，其創(chuàng)始人是美國(guó)第3任總統(tǒng)托馬斯杰斐遜。學(xué)校是全美首屈一指的公立大學(xué)，也是“公立常青藤”中的一員。

2、華盛頓與李大學(xué)是美國(guó)一所知名的私立文理學(xué)院，學(xué)校的校名是為了紀(jì)念美國(guó)歷史上最重要的兩位大人物喬治華盛頓和羅伯特李而命名。

3、威廉瑪麗學(xué)院是美國(guó)最最最最古老的大學(xué)，僅次于哈佛大學(xué)，也是美國(guó)為數(shù)不多的皇家貴族學(xué)院。

4、里士滿大學(xué)是美國(guó)頂級(jí)私立文理學(xué)院，學(xué)校分兩所學(xué)院，分別是僅限男生的里奇蒙學(xué)院，只住女學(xué)生的西漢普敦學(xué)院。

5、弗吉尼亞軍事學(xué)院，創(chuàng)立于1839年11月11日，是美國(guó)第一所州辦軍事學(xué)院，為美國(guó)培養(yǎng)出眾多優(yōu)秀軍事人才。

6、喬治梅森大學(xué)是近年來發(fā)展非常迅速的學(xué)校，學(xué)校正式成立于1972年，是一個(gè)富有創(chuàng)新精神、朝氣蓬勃并在一系列的學(xué)科領(lǐng)域享有世界級(jí)聲譽(yù)的新興大學(xué)。

二、弗吉尼亞名字由來？

弗吉尼亞英語意思是處女地，因?yàn)槭亲钤绨l(fā)現(xiàn)的地方，所以用處女地，也就是弗吉尼亞命名。

三、西弗吉尼亞氣候？

    大陸性氣候

美國(guó)西弗吉尼亞州的氣候類型是濕潤(rùn)的大陸性氣候，是一個(gè)四季分明的地方。不同季節(jié)來到美國(guó)西弗吉尼亞州會(huì)有不一樣的美景，美國(guó)西弗吉尼亞州的平均氣溫隨緯度高低及海拔高度而有所不同，一般而言，美國(guó)西弗吉尼亞州南部地區(qū)平均氣溫為13攝氏度，北部地區(qū)為11攝氏度，山區(qū)為9攝氏度，每年一月是美國(guó)西弗吉尼亞州最寒冷的時(shí)候，全州平均氣溫僅為1攝氏度，而每年7月則是最熱的時(shí)候，平均氣溫為23攝氏度。

四、西弗吉尼亞民風(fēng)？

西弗吉尼亞州位于山區(qū)，當(dāng)?shù)厝擞袩釔酃ぷ?、艱苦奮斗的傳統(tǒng)，但是當(dāng)?shù)刈匀粭l件較差，經(jīng)過當(dāng)?shù)厝硕嗄晷量嘟?jīng)營(yíng)，雖然人均收入有所上升，不過仍然是全美倒數(shù)第二的經(jīng)濟(jì)體，當(dāng)?shù)厣钯|(zhì)量仍然很糟糕，貧困率超過16%。西弗吉尼亞州嚴(yán)重依賴煤礦資源，很多礦山已經(jīng)過度開發(fā)，自然資源破壞嚴(yán)重，因礦而興的城市往往也因礦而廢。很多地方淪為鬼城，周邊道路等基建嚴(yán)重老化，缺乏維護(hù)。

西弗吉尼亞州是全美平均壽命最低的州，最后要說的是，雖然當(dāng)?shù)亟逃琶箶?shù)第二，醫(yī)療排名倒數(shù)第四，但是當(dāng)?shù)胤缸锫瘦^低，遠(yuǎn)低于全美平均，說明當(dāng)?shù)孛耧L(fēng)較為淳樸。

五、弗吉尼亞城市排名？

第一名里士滿人口103,701人

美國(guó)弗吉尼亞州首府。在美國(guó)內(nèi)戰(zhàn)期間，里士滿是當(dāng)時(shí)美利堅(jiān)聯(lián)盟國(guó)的首都。

第二名紐波特紐斯人口100653

弗吉尼亞州漢普頓錨地區(qū)的一個(gè)獨(dú)立市，位于弗吉尼亞半島西南端，詹姆斯河北岸。

第三名亞歷山德里亞人口數(shù)量99883

第四名漢普頓人口9.3萬（2018）

美國(guó)弗吉尼亞州東南部城市。南北戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)首次戰(zhàn)役（1861年6月10日）在附近進(jìn)行。是住宅城市和游覽中心。

第五名羅阿諾克9萬

第六名樸次茅斯8萬

第七名薩?？?萬

林奇堡

六、弗吉尼亞艾略特原文？

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee

With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10

And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,

My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,

And I was frightened. He said, Marie,

Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel free.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow

Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20

You cannot say, or guess, for you know only

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,

And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

There is shadow under this red rock,

(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30

Frisch weht der Wind

Der Heimat zu

Mein Irisch Kind,

Wo weilest du?

"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;

"They called me the hyacinth girl."

- Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,

Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not

Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither

Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40

Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

Od' und leer das Meer.

Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,

Had a bad cold, nevertheless

Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,

With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,

Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,

(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)

Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,

The lady of situations. 50

Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,

And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,

Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,

Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find

The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.

I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.

Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,

Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:

One must be so careful these days.

Unreal City, 60

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,

I had not thought death had undone so many.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,

And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,

To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours

With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.

There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying "Stetson!

"You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70

"That corpse you planted last year in your garden,

"Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

"Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?

"Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,

"Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!

"You! hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frere!"

II. A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,

Glowed on the marble, where the glass

Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines

From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80

(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)

Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra

Reflecting light upon the table as

The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,

From satin cases poured in rich profusion;

In vials of ivory and coloured glass

Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,

Unguent, powdered, or liquid - troubled, confused

And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air

That freshened from the window, these ascended 90

In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,

Flung their smoke into the laquearia,

Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.

Huge sea-wood fed with copper

Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,

In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.

Above the antique mantel was displayed

As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene

The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king

So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100

Filled all the desert with inviolable voice

And still she cried, and still the world pursues,

"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.

And other withered stumps of time

Were told upon the walls; staring forms

Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.

Footsteps shuffled on the stair.

Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair

Spread out in fiery points

Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. 110

"My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.

"Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.

"What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?

"I never know what you are thinking. Think."

I think we are in rats' alley

Where the dead men lost their bones.

"What is that noise?"

The wind under the door.

"What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?"

Nothing again nothing. 120

"Do

"You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember

"Nothing?"

I remember

Those are pearls that were his eyes.

"Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?"

But

O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag -

It's so elegant

So intelligent 130

"What shall I do now? What shall I do?"

I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street

"With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?

"What shall we ever do?"

The hot water at ten.

And if it rains, a closed car at four.

And we shall play a game of chess,

Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.

When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said -

I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.

He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you

To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.

You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,

He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.

And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,

He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,

And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.

Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said. 150

Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.

Others can pick and choose if you can't.

But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling.

You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.

(And her only thirty-one.)

I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,

It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.

(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) 160

The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.

You are a proper fool, I said.

Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,

What you get married for if you don't want children?

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,

And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot -

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. 170

Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.

Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.

III. THE FIRE SERMON

The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf

Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind

Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.

Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.

The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,

Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends

Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.

And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors; 180

Departed, have left no addresses.

By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .

Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,

Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.

But at my back in a cold blast I hear

The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.

A rat crept softly through the vegetation

Dragging its slimy belly on the bank

While I was fishing in the dull canal

On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190

Musing upon the king my brother's wreck

And on the king my father's death before him.

White bodies naked on the low damp ground

And bones cast in a little low dry garret,

Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.

But at my back from time to time I hear

The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring

Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.

O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter

And on her daughter 200

They wash their feet in soda water

Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!

Twit twit twit

Jug jug jug jug jug jug

So rudely forc'd.

Tereu

Unreal City

Under the brown fog of a winter noon

Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant

Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants 210

C.i.f. London: documents at sight,

Asked me in demotic French

To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel

Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back

Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits

Like a taxi throbbing waiting,

I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,

Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see

At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220

Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,

The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights

Her stove, and lays out food in tins.

Out of the window perilously spread

Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,

On the divan are piled (at night her bed)

Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.

I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs

Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest -

I too awaited the expected guest. 230

He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,

A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,

One of the low on whom assurance sits

As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.

The time is now propitious, as he guesses,

The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,

Endeavours to engage her in caresses

Which still are unreproved, if undesired.

Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;

Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240

His vanity requires no response,

And makes a welcome of indifference.

(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all

Enacted on this same divan or bed;

I who have sat by Thebes below the wall

And walked among the lowest of the dead.)

Bestows one final patronising kiss,

And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .

She turns and looks a moment in the glass,

Hardly aware of her departed lover; 250

Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:

"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over."

When lovely woman stoops to folly and

Paces about her room again, alone,

She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,

And puts a record on the gramophone.

"This music crept by me upon the waters"

And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.

O City city, I can sometimes hear

Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260

The pleasant whining of a mandoline

And a clatter and a chatter from within

Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls

Of Magnus Martyr hold

Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.

The river sweats

Oil and tar

The barges drift

With the turning tide

Red sails 270

Wide

To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.

The barges wash

Drifting logs

Down Greenwich reach

Past the Isle of Dogs.

Weialala leia

Wallala leialala

Elizabeth and Leicester

Beating oars 280

The stern was formed

A gilded shell

Red and gold

The brisk swell

Rippled both shores

Southwest wind

Carried down stream

The peal of bells

White towers

Weialala leia 290

Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.

Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew

Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees

Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe."

"My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart

Under my feet. After the event

He wept. He promised 'a new start'.

I made no comment. What should I resent?"

"On Margate Sands. 300

I can connect

Nothing with nothing.

The broken fingernails of dirty hands.

My people humble people who expect

Nothing."

la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning

O Lord Thou pluckest me out

O Lord Thou pluckest 310

burning

IV. DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,

Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell

And the profit and loss.

A current under sea

Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell

He passed the stages of his age and youth

Entering the whirlpool.

Gentile or Jew

O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320

Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces

After the frosty silence in the gardens

After the agony in stony places

The shouting and the crying

Prison and palace and reverberation

Of thunder of spring over distant mountains

He who was living is now dead

We who were living are now dying

With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock

Rock and no water and the sandy road

The road winding above among the mountains

Which are mountains of rock without water

If there were water we should stop and drink

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand

If there were only water amongst the rock

Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit

Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340

There is not even silence in the mountains

But dry sterile thunder without rain

There is not even solitude in the mountains

But red sullen faces sneer and snarl

From doors of mudcracked houses

If there were water

And no rock

If there were rock

And also water

And water 350

A spring

A pool among the rock

If there were the sound of water only

Not the cicada

And dry grass singing

But sound of water over a rock

Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees

Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop

But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you? 360

When I count, there are only you and I together

But when I look ahead up the white road

There is always another one walking beside you

Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded

I do not know whether a man or a woman

- But who is that on the other side of you?

What is that sound high in the air

Murmur of maternal lamentation

Who are those hooded hordes swarming

Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370

Ringed by the flat horizon only

What is the city over the mountains

Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air

Falling towers

Jerusalem Athens Alexandria

Vienna London

Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight

And fiddled whisper music on those strings

And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380

Whistled, and beat their wings

And crawled head downward down a blackened wall

And upside down in air were towers

Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours

And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

In this decayed hole among the mountains

In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing

Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel

There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.

It has no windows, and the door swings, 390

Dry bones can harm no one.

Only a cock stood on the rooftree

Co co rico co co rico

In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust

Bringing rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves

Waited for rain, while the black clouds

Gathered far distant, over Himavant.

The jungle crouched, humped in silence.

Then spoke the thunder 400

DA

Datta: what have we given?

My friend, blood shaking my heart

The awful daring of a moment's surrender

Which an age of prudence can never retract

By this, and this only, we have existed

Which is not to be found in our obituaries

Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider

Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor

In our empty rooms 410

DA

Dayadhvam: I have heard the key

Turn in the door once and turn once only

We think of the key, each in his prison

Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison

Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours

Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus

DA

Damyata: The boat responded

Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420

The sea was calm, your heart would have responded

Gaily, when invited, beating obedient

To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore

Fishing, with the arid plain behind me

Shall I at least set my lands in order?

London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down

Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina

Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow

Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.

Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

Shantih shantih shantih

七、弗吉尼亞大學(xué)如何？

弗吉尼亞大學(xué)（The University of Virginia）簡(jiǎn)稱為UVA，是由托瑪斯·杰弗遜于美國(guó)弗吉尼亞州的夏律第鎮(zhèn)創(chuàng)建的一所公立研究型大學(xué)，是美國(guó)排名第二的公立大學(xué)，僅次于加州柏克萊大學(xué)。該校是北美地區(qū)唯一一所被聯(lián)合國(guó)教育科學(xué)文化組織列為是世界遺產(chǎn)的高等院校。在美國(guó)歷史上，弗吉尼亞大學(xué)以其首創(chuàng)建筑，天文和哲學(xué)等學(xué)術(shù)領(lǐng)域而著稱，同時(shí)她也是第一所將教育獨(dú)立于教會(huì)的高校。

八、弗吉尼亞離華盛頓多遠(yuǎn)？

先說結(jié)論，弗吉尼亞離華盛頓有500英里遠(yuǎn)弗吉尼亞，是美國(guó)南部的一個(gè)州，華盛頓是美國(guó)的首都佛吉尼亞，在華盛頓以南500公里處，距離華盛頓大約有三個(gè)小時(shí)的車程，佛吉尼亞是美國(guó)的開國(guó)13州之一，地理位置上非常的重要，是美國(guó)的文化重地。

九、弗吉尼亞大學(xué)商學(xué)怎樣？

馬上就要畢業(yè)了，發(fā)現(xiàn)知道uva的人果然越來越多。

不錯(cuò)。如果你問的是本科商學(xué)院mcintire的話，從我親身經(jīng)歷來講（-.-!），這個(gè)學(xué)院可以和沃頓相提并論。尤其這幾年被認(rèn)為是美國(guó)前三名的本科商學(xué)院。mcintire只有兩年，大一大二需要在文理學(xué)院里上課，被選上后大三開始商學(xué)院課程。這點(diǎn)上有利有弊吧。如果真的想努力學(xué)東西的話mcintire是很不錯(cuò)的，不管是知識(shí)技術(shù)層面還是人際交流層面。研究生的話是darden，也很不錯(cuò)，一般被認(rèn)為是前十。和harvard一樣是全案例教學(xué)。還是有一定特點(diǎn)的。不過因?yàn)闆]有親身經(jīng)歷，就不多評(píng)論了。

十、弗吉尼亞軍校，校訓(xùn)？

弗吉尼亞軍事學(xué)院（英語：Virginia Military Institute），是一所在美國(guó)弗吉尼亞（萊克星頓）的高級(jí)軍校，聞名世界，與西點(diǎn)軍校齊名。弗吉尼亞軍事學(xué)院的校訓(xùn)是:崇高榮譽(yù)感，自尊，禮貌，自律和高專業(yè)性能。美國(guó)也許都沒有任何一家學(xué)院比弗吉尼亞軍事學(xué)院（萊克星頓）更有教學(xué)經(jīng)驗(yàn)。