The sheds and buildings were empty and forlorn.

棚子和建筑物空了，被遗弃了。

Lawyer's trainer led him away, forlorn.

律师的训导员领着他离开了，怅然若失。

It's a little bit forlorn and a little bit melodic.

语调丰富，带点旋律感。

I look dejected and forlorn, as if I had no home to go to.

傫傫兮，若无所归！

Hope you don't mind. Pianos get forlorn if you don't play 'em.

恕我冒昧，如果太久不弹，钢琴会很孤单。

I drove by Eileen's, and I saw my little buddy standing out there. He looked so forlorn.

我开车路过幼儿园，然后看见个小家伙站在那里，孤零零的。

It was empty and he looked at it in forlorn bewilderment.

他看里面是空的，才愣住了。

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

呵，失掉了！句话声钟使我猛醒到我站脚的地方！

She had not been forlorn and frightened then, as she was now, weak and pain racked and bewildered.

那时她可没有像现在样觉得又孤寂，又害怕，又虚弱又痛苦，而且惶惑不安。

The square, massive house, with its black, empty windows and high, bare walls, towered up, sad and forlorn, behind us.

我的背后是那所四方的大房子，窗里黯然无光，光秃秃的高墙，惨淡孤独地耸立在我们的身后。

" Mother, you've still got me, " said Phil, in a forlorn effort at comforting the white-faced woman beside him.

" 妈，你还有我呢，" 费尔无可奈何地极力安慰身旁脸色苍白的老太太。"

We are now in a truly forlorn condition.

我们现在真的是弹尽粮绝了。

The Fair Grounds were soon deserted. The sheds and buildings were empty and forlorn.

个展览会不久就被人遗忘了。那些棚屋与房子只空虚地，孤单单地留在那里。

He came to her, his black face as forlorn as a lost and masterless hound.

他走进来时那张黑脸像丧家的狗的脸样难看。

This was a forlorn hope—he was almost sure that Wilson had no friend: there was not enough of him for his wife.

是个渺茫的希望——他几乎可以肯定威尔逊个朋友也没有，他连个老婆都照顾不了。

" Come, Lyn, " chided Redfort in a softer tone. " This will serve for nought. Put Lady Forlorn to bed" .

" 是的，林恩，" 雷德佛用和缓的语气劝道，" 对我们没处，让‘空寂女士'歇息去吧。"

With the newcomers hopeless and forlorn, and the old team worn out by twenty-five hundred miles of continuous trail, the outlook was anything but bright.

可怜兮兮，希望全无的新入伙的几个家伙；疲乏不堪，走过两千五百英里路程的老队员，使得组狗队前途并不乐观。

Just as forlorn and stupefied as I was when my husband's spirit flew away I have sat ever since—never attempting to mend matters at all.

我跟我丈夫灵魂归天时样，麻木、孤苦伶仃地直坐在儿——从未试想着要修复种生活。

I often think, said she, that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.

“我常常想，同自己的亲人离别，真是再难受不过的事；他们走了，我象失去了归宿。”

And for a man, especially Rhett Butler, to ask such a question was unthinkable. But lying weak and forlorn in the bed, she could only nod.

怎能设想让个男人，尤其是瑞德·巴特勒样男人，提出样个问题呢？可如今软弱无力地独个儿躺在床上，便只得点了点头，算是默认了。