Фоностилистика английского языка. Учебное пособие на модульной основе

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? And what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? What dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,

And water‘d heaven with their tears,

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

W. Blake (1757-1827)

When Night is Almost Done ♫

When Night is almost done And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces

It‘s time to smooth the Hair

And get the Dimples ready And wonder we could care For that old-faded Midnight That frightened-but an Hour.

Emily Dickenson (1830-1886)

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To Autumn ♫

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats (1795-1821)

Love’s Philosophy ♫

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 spirit meet and 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 disdained its brother.

And the sunlight clasps the Earth

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And the Moon beams kiss the sea What is all that sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Near Dover ♫

Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood;

And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear, The coast of France – the coast of France how near! Drawn almost into frightful neighbourhood.

I shrunk; for verily the barrier flood Was like a lake, or river bright and fair,

A span of waters; yet what power is there! What mightiness for evil and for good! Even so doth God protect us if we be

Virtuous and wise. Winds blow and waters roll, Strength to the brave, and Power, and Deity; Yet in themselves are nothing! One decree Spake laws to them, and said that by the soul Only, the Nations shall be great and free.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Annabel Lee ♫

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.

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And this was the reason that long ago In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud Chilling my Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulcher 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 sepulcher there by the sea

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Alan Poe (1809-1849)

The Sorrow of Love ♫

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves, The full round moon and the star-laden sky, And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves

Had hid away earth‘s old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips,

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And with you came the whole of the world‘s tears,

And all the sorrows of her labouring ships, And all burden of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves, The crumbling moon, the white stars in the sky, And the loud chanting of the unquiet leaves,

Are shaken with earth‘s old and weary cry.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Mutability ♫

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. Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

A Precious Mouldering Pleasure ♫

A precious mouldering pleasure‘tis

To meet an Antique Book

In just the Dress his Century wore

A privilege I think

His venerable Hand to take

And warming in our own

A passage back or two to make

To Times when he was young

His quaint opinions to inspect

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His knowledge to unfold

On what concerns our mutual mind The Literature of all

What interested Scholars most What Competitions ran

When Plato was a Certainty And Sophocles a Man

When Sappho was a living Girl And Beatrice wore

The Gown that Dante-deified Facts Centuries before

He traverses familiar

As One should come to Town

And tell you all your Dreams were true He lived where Dreams were sown His presence is Enchantment

You beg him not to go

Old Volume shake their Vellum Heads And tantalize just so.

Emily Dickenson (1830-1886)

Neutral Tones ♫

We stood by a pond that winter day,

And the sun was white, as though chidden of god, And a few leaves lay on a starving sod;

They had fallen from an ash, and were gray. Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove Over tedious riddles of years ago;

And some words played between us to and fro On which lost the more by our love.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing Alive enough to have strength to die;

And a grin of bitterness swept thereby Like an ominous bird a-wing…

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives, And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me

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Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree, And a pond edged with greyish leaves.

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

A Prayer in Spring ♫

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;

And give us not to think so far away

As the uncertain harvest; keep us here

All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy bees,

The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird

That suddenly above the bees is heard,

The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,

And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love, The which it is reserved for God above To sanctify to what far ends He will, But which it only needs that we fulfill.

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Good Night ♫

Good night; ah no; the hour is ill.

Which severs those it should unite;

Let us remain together still,

Then it will be good night.

How can I call the lone night good,

Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight;

Be it not said, though understood,

Then it will be good night.

To hearts which near each other move,

From evening close to morning light,

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The night is good – because, my love, They never say good night.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

The Old Home ♫

We leave the well-beloved place

Where first we gazed upon the sky;

The roofs that heard our nearest cry

Will shelter one of stranger race.

We go, but ere we go from home,

As down the garden-walks I move,

Two spirits of a diverse love

Contend for loving masterdom.

One whispers: – ―Here thy boyhood sung

Long since its matin song, and heard

The low love-language of the bird,

In native hazels tassel-hung.‖

The other answers: – ―Yea, but here

Thy feet have strayed in after hours

With thy lost friend among the bowers,

And this hath made them trebly dear.

A. Tennyson (1809-1892)

Desiderata ♫

The common myth is that the Desiderata poem was found in a Baltimore church in 1692 and is centuries old, of unknown origin. Desiderata was in fact written around 1920 (although some say as early as 1906), and certainly copyrighted in 1927, by lawyer Max Ehrmann (1872-1945) based in Terre Haute, Indiana. The Desiderata myth began after Reverend Frederick Kates reproduced the Desiderata poem in a collection of inspirational works for his congregation in 1959 on church notepaper, headed: 'The Old St Paul's Church, Baltimore, AD 1692' (the year the church was founded). Copies of the Desiderata page were circulated among friends, and the myth grew, accelerated particularly when a copy of the erroneously attributed Desiderata was found at the bedside of deceased Democratic politician Aidlai Stevenson in 1965. Whatever the history of Desiderata, the Ehrmann's prose is inspirational, and offers a simple positive credo for life.

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Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.

Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,

and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

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2006.

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Теоретическая фонетика современного английского языка. – M., Manager Publishing House, 2004.

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