1. His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away it, life like a long satisfying drink.
W. Golding.
2. The moon had risen higher, and floating in the Sound* was a triangle of
silver scales, trembling a little to the stiff, tinny drip of the banjoes on the lawn.
Sound* – channel, strait
F. Scott Fitzgerald.
3. The living intelligence, the Martian within the hood, was slain and
splashed to the four winds of heaven, and the Thing was now but a mere intricate device of metal whirling to destruction.
H. Wells.
4. Lady Bracknell: What between the duties expected of one's lifetime, and the duties exacted from one after one's death, band has ceased to be either a profit or a pleasure. It gives one position, and prevents one from keeping it up. That's all that can be said about land.
O. Wilde
5. Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The carriage held but Ourselves –
And Immortality.
E. Dickinson
6. So now I think of the fire; the steady film of yellow light upon the page of my book; the three chrysanthemums in the round glass bowl on the mantelpiece.
V. Wolf
7. <…> they are all agreed that Hamlet is acted by the best player who ever was on the stage.
H. Fielding
8.Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, О Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
A. Tennyson
9. So I was full of trouble, full as I could be; and didn't know what to do.
M. Twain
10. Then, down he sank upon the scaffold.
N. Hawthorne
11. ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
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What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. О be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet...
W. Shakespeare
12. Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts,
Bootleggers in silken shirts,
Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs,
Whizzing, whizzing down the street-car tracks.
J. Toomer
13. Nature! great parent! whose unceasing hand
Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year.
J. Thomson
14. <…> our court at present is so full of patriots, who wish for nothing but the honours and wealth of their country – and our ladies are all so chaste, so spotless, so good, so devout – there is nothing for a jester to make a jest of.
L. Sterne
15. <…> so taking up Much Ado about Nothing, I transported myself instantly from the chair I sat in to Messina in Sicily, <…>
L. Sterne
16. Эти поперек крыш нахлобученные одноглазые мезонины! Ягодки отраженных в лужах огоньков и лампад!
Б. Пастернак
17. Snow on the sidewalks, in the streets. The time of cold rains, cold winds.
Sh. Anderson
18. How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object, lifting it a little way, as ants carry a blade of straw so feverishly, and then leave it…
V. Wolf
19. Well, they’ll get a chance now to show – (Hastily) I don’t mean – But let’s forget that!
E. O’Neill
20. I would indeed have a girl brought up to her needle, but I would not have all her time employed in samplers, <…>
S. Richardson
21. There is one stream there, I know, black and strong which crosses the path. That you should neither drink or, nor bathe in; for I have heard that it carries enchantment and a great drowsiness and forgetfulness.
J.R.R. Tolkien
22. <…> does it not tend to make the daughters, the sisters, the wives of gentlemen, the subject of profligate attempts?
S. Richardson
23. He declared himself almost dead with the cold, which gave the man of wit an occasion to ask the lady if she could not accommodate him with a dram.
H. Fielding
24. Swiftly he returned and his wrath was redoubled, so that nothing could withstand him, and no weapon seemed to bite upon him.
J.R.R. Tolkien
25. There was caress in his voice too.
Sh. Anderson
26. No one would see him, no one would notice him, till he had his fingers on their throat.
J.R.R. Tolkien
27. <…> through the lucid chambers of the south
Looked out the joyous Spring, looked out and smiled.
J. Thomson
28. He wanted it because it was a ring of power, and if you slipped that ring on your finger, you were invisible; only in the full sunlight could you be seen…
J.R.R. Tolkien
♦ Check Yourself
TEST 5