Labour produces palaces but for the workers, hovels.

劳动者通过自己的劳动建立了宫殿，自己却住在破败的房屋里。

" Couldn't your father have that hovel cleared away, Tom? "

“汤姆，你父亲就不能把那间小破棚子拆掉吗？”

I don't believe anyone in this hovel does anything important.

我觉得这个小破屋里根本没有干正经事的人。

The hovel, which she had hitherto always found empty, seemed to be inhabited now.

她过去发现那棚屋一直是空着的，现在好像是有人住了。

He dreamt an old dream of a hovel by the sea, three dogs whimpering, a woman's tears.

他又梦见那个古老的梦。海边的小屋，三只吠叫的狗，还有一位妇人的眼。

She is worried that her daughter is living in a " hovel" (hovel).

她担心女儿住在“小屋”（hovel）里。

Then Poverty shall pass away from the land, finding no hovel so wretched where her squalid form may shelter itself.

整个世界上，贫穷将不复存在。不会有遮蔽自的悲惨鄙陋。

She looked, and saw a flickering firelight proceeding from the open side of a hovel a little way before them.

她一瞧，只见一点摇曳不定的火光从不远处一个棚屋敞开的一面射出来。

A " hovel" is a small, old, dirty building.

“小屋”是一种又小又旧又脏的建筑。

I don't wanna be seen in this hovel.

我可不想被别人看到来这个破房子。

And if it stays, the poorest hovel is radiant with warmth, with life and color.

如果它留下来， 最贫穷的茅舍就会散发出温暖、生机和色彩。

From then on, the housemaid was under house arrest in a hovel.

从此，女仆被软禁在家，于一间茅屋里。

If she could get into that hovel, she would be warmer.

要是能进到那个茅屋里， 她就暖和多了。

The thought of this hovel brought the energy of a new hope.

想到这个茅屋， 便燃起了新的希望。

It seemed as if the hovel, obstinately remaining in the midst of these demolitions, would suddenly split to pieces.

仿佛这间固执地留在这些拆迁中的茅屋， 会突然裂成碎片。

The slightest noise shook the old hovel which clung to the side of the colossus, and shared in its pulsations.

最轻微的声音都会震动紧贴巨人一侧的旧茅屋， 并分享它的脉动。

Brown, soft-eyed children ran out from the quaint stone hovels to offer nosegays, or bunches of oranges still on the bough.

棕色皮肤、眼神柔和的孩子们从古朴的石屋里跑出来，献上花束，或者是树枝上还挂着的一串串橙子。

I followed them; they led me to the foot of a mound which was surmounted by a deserted, dilapidated hovel.

我跟着他们；他们把我带到一个土丘脚下，土丘上方是一间废弃的破旧小屋。

There was housed in his memory a vivid picture of the face of a little boy as he entered the hovel where Clym's mother lay.

他记忆中总是浮现出一个小男孩活生生的脸，就是走进克林的母亲躺着的那幢小屋的那个孩子的脸。

Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.

你既铲平了我的宫殿，就不要竖立一个茅草屋，而且满意地欣赏你的善举，认为你把这草屋作为一个家给了我。