Annabel Lee

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She walks in beauty – like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to the tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face –
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent. (G. Byron)

8. Перекладіть, визначте тропи.

„King Claudius. How it is that the clouds still hang on you?

Hamlet. Not so my lord I am too much in the sun”.

„The fruitful river in the eye”.

„So excellent a king; so loving to my mother

That he would not permit the wings of heaven

To visit her face too roughly”.

„The snake that did sting your father life

Now wears his crown” (about Claudius).

„From the table of my memory

I will wipe away all trivial foolish records”.

„Even if you are as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, you shall not escape calumny”.

„The honey of his music vows”.

„To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them?”

(W. Shakespeare „Hamlet”)

9. Актуалізуйте знання, отримані на лекціях та семінарах (ключові терміни виділені жирним шрифтом). Дайте відповідь на запитання: „ яку роль відіграє портрет у створенні характеру героя поеми Дж. Байрона «Корсар» Конрада?” Які риси особистості розкриває портрет?

Ulike the heroes of each ancient race,

Demons in akt, but Gods at least in

face,

In Conrad's form seems little to

admire,

Though his dark eyebrow shades a

glance of fire:

Robust but not Herculean — to the

sight

No giant frame sets forth his

common height;

Yet, in the whole, who paused to

look again,

Saw more than marks the crowd of

vulgar men;

They gaxe and marvel how — and

still confess

That thus it is, but why they cannot

guess.

Sun-burnt his cheek, his forehead

high and pale

The sable curls in wild profusion veil;

And oft, perforce, his rising lip

reveals

The haughtier thought it curbs, but

scarce conceals.

Though smooth his voice, and calm

his general mien,

Still seems there something he

would not have seen:

His features' deepening lines and

variyng hue

At times attracted, yet perplexed

the view,

As if within that murkiness of mind

Worked feelings fearful, and yet

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There was a laughing Devil in his

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That raised emotions both of rage

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10. Актуалізуйте знання, отримані на лекціях та семінарах (ключові терміни виділені жирним шрифтом). Визначте тип портрету, який застосовує В. Скотт в романі «Айвенго», зображуючи Бріана де Буагільбера.

The companion of the church dignitary was a man past forty, thin, strong, tall, and muscular; an athletic figure, which long fatige and constant exercise seemed to have left none of the softer part of the human form, having re­duced the whole to brawn, bones, and sinews, which had sustained a thousand toils, and were ready to dare a thousand more. His head was covered with a scarlet cap, faced with fur, of that kind which the French call mortier, from its resemblance to the shape of an inverted mortar. His countenance was there­fore fully displayed, and its expression was calculated to impress a degree of awe, if not of fear, upon strangers. High features, naturally strong and power­fully expressive, had been burnt almost into Negro blackness by constant ex­posure to the tropical sun, and might, in their ordinary state, be said to slumber after the storm of passion had passed away; but the projection of the veins of the forehead, the readiness with which the upper lip and its thick black moustaches quivered upon the slightest emotion, plainly intimated that the tempest might be again and easily awakened. His keen, piercing, dark eyes told in every glance a history of difficulties subdued and dangers dared, and seemed to challenge opposition to his wishes, for the pleasure of sweeping it from his road by a determined exertion of courage and of will; a deep scar on his brow gave additional sternness to his countenance and a sinister expression to one of his eyes, which had been slinghtly injured on the same occasion, and of which the vision, though perfect, was in a slinght and partial degree distorted. The upper dress of this personage resembled that of his companion in shape, being a long monastic mantle; but the colour, being scarlet, showed that he did not belong to any of the four regular ordens of monks. On the right shoulder of the mantle there was cut, in white cloth, a cross of a peculiar form. This upper robe concealed what at first view seemed rather inconsistent with its form, a shirt, namely, of linked mail, with sleeves and gloves of the same, curiously plaited and interwoven, as flexible to the body as those which are now wrought in the stocking-loom out of less obdurate materials. The forepart of his thighs, where the folds of his mantle permitted them to be seen, were also covered with linked mail; the knees and feet were defended by splints, or thin plates of steel, ingeniously jointed upon each other; and mail hose, reaching from the ankle to the knee, effectually protested the legs, and com­pleted the rider's defensive armour. In his girdle he wore a long and double-edged dagger, which was the only offensive weapon about his person. He rode, not a mule, like his companion, but a strong hackney for the road, to save his gallant war-horse, which a squire led behind, fully accoutred for battle, with a chamfron or plaited head-piece upon his head, having a short spike project­ing from the front.

11. Актуалізуйте знання, отримані на лекціях та семінарах (ключові терміни виділені жирним шрифтом). Визначте тип рими, тропи та фігури.

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love —
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me —
Yes! — that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we —
Of many far wiser than we —
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

(E. Poe)

12. Актуалізуйте знання, отримані на лекціях та семінарах (ключові терміни виділені жирним шрифтом). Визначте тип рими, тропи та фігури.

For when it dawned-they dropped

their arms,

And clustered round the mast;

Sweet sounds rose slowly through

their mouths,

And from their bodies passed.

Around, around, flew each sweet

sound,

Then darted to the Sun;

Slowly the sounds came back again,

Now mixed, now one by one.

Sometimes a-dropping from the sky

I heard the sky-lark sing;

Sometimes all little birds that are,

Now they seemed to fill the sea and air

With their sweet jargoning!

And now 'twas like all instruments,

Now like a lonely flute;

And now it is an angel's song,

That makes the heavens be mute.

It ceased; yet still the sails made on

A pleasant noise till noon,

A noise like of a hidden brook

In the leaty month of June,

That to the sleeping woods all night

Singeth a quiet tune.

(S.T. Coleridge)

13. Актуалізуйте знання, отримані на лекціях та семінарах (ключові терміни виділені жирним шрифтом). Визначте тип рими, тропи та фігури.

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