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The girl who is going to fall in love knows all about it beforehand from books and the movies... she knows exactly how she feels when her lover or husband betrays her or when she betrays him; she knows precisely what it is to be a forsaken wife, an adoring mother, an erratic grandmother. All at the age of eighteen.

 

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, . . : It is full of dirty blank spaces, high black walls, a gas holder, a tall chimney, a main road that shakes with dust and lorries (J.Osborne. Entertainer).

, , . , , , : It is full of dirty blank spaces and high black walls, and a gas holder, and a tall chimney, and a main road that shakes with dust and lorries.

, : It is full of dirty blank spaces, high black wails, a gas holder, a tall chimney and a main road that shakes with dust and lorries.

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, , . You, Andrew Marvell. and, , . XVII (16211678). , ( Andrew Marvell), . , , , , . :

 

YOU, ANDREW MARVELL

 

And here face down beneath the sun

And here upon earth's noonward height

To feel the always coming on

The always rising of the night

 

To feel creep up the curving cast

The earthly chill of dusk and slow

Upon those under lands the vast

And ever-climbing shadows grow

 

And strange at Ecbatan the trees

Take leaf by leaf the evening strange

The flooding dark about their knees

The mountains of Persia change

 

And now at Kermanshah the gate

Dark empty and the withered grass

And through the twilight now the late

Few travellers in the westward pass

 

And Baghdad darken and the bridge

Across the silent river gone

And through Arabia the edge

Of evening widen and steal on

 

And deepen on Palmyra street

The wheel rut in the ruined stone

And Lebanon fade out and Crete

High through the clouds and overblown

 

And over Sicily the air

Still flashing with the landward gulls

And loom and slowly disappear

The sails above the shadowy hulls

 

And Spain go under and the shore

Of Africa the guilded sand

And evening vanish and no more

The low pale light across the land

 

Nor now the long light on the sea

And here face downward in the sun

To feel how swift how secretly

The shadow of the night comes on...

 

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to feel the... coming... the... rising of the night to feel creep up... and... grow and... take... change and... dark empty... and... pass and... darken and... gone and... widen and steal on and deepen... and... fade out and... high... overblown and... flashing... and loom and... disappear... and... go under and... and... vanish and no more... and here... to feel how... the shadow of the night comes on.

 

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Had we but world enough and time

This coyness, lady, were no crime...

But at my back I always hear

Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

 

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So long as men can breathe or eyes can see

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

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2) , V, long lives... life.

 

3) so Song... so long; , .

 

4) ( ); live life.

 

5) men can breathe eyes can see .

 

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Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

 

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Should you ask me, whence these stories?

Whence these legends and traditions,

With the odours of the forest,

With the dew and damp of meadows,

With the curling smoke of wigwams,

With the rushing of great rivers,

With their frequent repetitions,

And their wild reverberations,

As of thunder in the mountains?

I should answer, I should tell you,

From the forests and the prairies,

From the great lakes of the Northland,

From the land of the Ojibways,

From the land of the Dakotas,

From the mountains, moors and fenlands,

Where the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,

Feeds among the reeds and rushes.

I repeat them as I heard them

From the lips of Nawadaha,

The musician the sweet singer.

Should you ask where Nawadaha

Found these songs, so wild and wayward,

Found these legends and traditions,

I should answer, I should tell you,

In the bird-nests of the forest,

In the lodges of the beaver,

In the hoof prints of the bison,

In the eyrie of the eagle!

 

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Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then he rode against him furiously and then, he concluded, half kissing him, you and 1 shall be friends.

Why can't we be friends now? said the other, holding him affectionately. It's what I want. It's what you want.

But the horses didn't want it they swerved apart; the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file;

the temples, the tanks, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they issued from the gap and saw Man beneath: they didn't want it, they said in their hundred voices, No, not yet, and the sky said No, not there.

(E.M. Forster. A Passage to India)

 

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: hate... hate, will... will, then... then Down with the English... clear out... make you go... get rid of you... drive every blasted Englishman into the sea.

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, . : Do you remember our mosque, Mrs Moore? I do. I do, she said suddenly vital and young.

: Why don't you shut your great big old gob, you poor bloody old fool! (J. Osborne. Entertainer).

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. , : His Noontide Peace, a study of two dun cows under a walnut tree, was followed by A Midday Sanctuary, a study of a walnut tree with two dun cows under it.

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