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суббота, 23 сентября 2017 г.

Фонетический зачет 9 класс

I вариант
Mutability  by Percy Bysshe Shelley

 The flower that smiles today
         Tomorrow dies;
All that we wish to stay,
         Tempts and then flies.
What is this world's delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
    Brief even as bright. 

Virtue, how frail it is!


         Friendship how rare!
Love, how it sells poor bliss
         For proud despair!
But we, though soon they fall,
Survive their joy and all
    Which ours we call. 

Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay,
Whilst eyes that change ere night
         Make glad the day,
Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
Dream thou - and from thy sleep
    Then wake to weep. 


II вариант

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening


Whose woods these are I think I know.
 His house is in the village though;
 He will not see me stopping here
 To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 My little horse must think it queer
 To stop without a farmhouse near
 Between the woods and frozen lake
 The darkest evening of the year.

 He gives his harness bells a shake
 To ask if there is some mistake.
 The only other sound's the sweep
 Of easy wind and downy flake.

 The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
 But I have promises to keep,
 And miles to go before I sleep,
 And miles to go before I sleep.

III вариант

Love’s Philosophy
Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 - 1822
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix for ever   
With a sweet emotion;   
Nothing in the world is single, 
All things by a law divine   
In one another’s being mingle—   
Why not I with thine?   
   
See the mountains kiss high heaven,   
And the waves clasp one another; 
No sister-flower would be forgiven   
If it disdain’d its brother;   
And the sunlight clasps the earth,   
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—   
What is all this sweet work worth 
If thou kiss not me? 

I вариант


II вариант
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