Our path, however, was not totally sweet and unclouded.

然而，校园生活是甜蜜和阳光普照的。

" Does it matter much? " His smile, to my relief, remained unclouded.

“这很重要吗？”让我宽慰的是，他的笑容依然明朗。

It seems unclouded by notions of cruelty, remorse or guilt.

这好像充满着残酷、自责、内疚。

Seeing clearly requires a vision unclouded either by rage or by sycophancy.

看得清楚需要不受愤怒或阿谀奉承的影响。

The sun shone from an unclouded sky.

阳光从万里无云的天空照耀下来。

There had never been so many stars in the unclouded sky.

万里无云的天空中从来没有这么多星星。

A man, Mr. Scrymgeour, may fall into a thousand perplexities, but if his heart be upright and his intelligence unclouded, he will issue from them all without dishonour.

一个人，Scrymgeour 先生，可能会陷入一千种困惑，但果他的心正直，他的智慧没有受到遮蔽，他就会毫无耻辱地摆脱所有这些困惑。

For it is the right use of reason alone which makes us independent of every thing — excepting the unclouded Reason — " Whose service is perfect freedom" .

因为只有正确使用理性，我们才能独立于一切事物——除了无懈可击的理性——“谁的服务就是完美的自由”。

No fear of death will darken St. John's last hour: his mind will be unclouded, his heart will be undaunted, his hope will be sure, his faith steadfast.

对死亡的恐惧不会使圣约翰的最后时刻变得黑暗：他的头脑不受朦胧，他的心不受畏惧，他的希望不移，他的信仰不移。

A storm had occurred during the night, but the morning sun shone unclouded, and the shadowy lake, gleaming darkly in its setting of fresh snow, lay smooth and motionless as a mirror.

夜里下了一场暴风雨，但清晨的阳光明媚万里，阴暗的湖面在新雪的衬托下闪着暗光，平静镜，一动不动。

I thank Thee for Thy riches to me in Jesus, for the unclouded revelation of Him in Thy Thy Word, where I behold His person, character, grace, glory, humiliation, sufferings, death, and resurrection.

我感谢你在耶稣里赐给我的丰富，感谢你在你圣言中对我的清晰启示，让我看到他的位格、品格、恩典、荣耀、羞辱、苦难、死亡和复活。

Blue was her raiment as the unclouded heaven, but her eyes were grey as the starlit evening; her mantle was sewn with golden flowers, but her hair was dark as the shadows of twilight.

蓝色是她的衣服，就像万里无云的天空，但她的眼睛却像星光熠熠的夜晚一样灰暗;她的斗篷上缝着金色的花朵，但她的头发却像暮色的阴影一样黑。

And yet, like any great artist, Kobke has known how to interrogate his own perceptions in a fresh unclouded, underivative manner and translated them accurately into his medium, weaving a small masterpiece out of the thread of everyday life.

然而，就像任何伟大的艺术家，Kobke 知道何询问自己，没有被世俗遮掩的感知，然后准确通过周围的媒介表现出来，编织出了这幅日常的杰作。

Greatly though he had desired to see again the light of the Trees, in the face of Melian he beheld the light of Aman as in an unclouded mirror, and in that light he was content.

尽管他常渴望再次看到树木的光芒，但在梅利安的脸上，他看到阿曼的光芒就像在一面没有云雾的镜子里，在那光芒中，他很满足。