ЧАСТЬ III. Материал для заучивания наизусть.

ЧАСТЬ III. Материал для заучивания наизусть.

I WONDER.

I wonder why the grass is green,

And why the wind is never seen.

Who taught the birds to build a nest,

And told the trees to take a rest?

And when the moon is not quite round,

Where can the missing bit be found?

Who lights the stars when they blow out,

And makes the lightning flash about?

Who paints the rainbow in the sky,

And hangs the fluffy clouds so high?

Why is it now, do you suppose,

That Dad won't tell me if he knows?

Jeannie Kirby

A BUSY DAY.

It was ten o'clock in the evening. Peter sat down on his sofa and thought about the day. What a busy day it had been. This was his first night in his own flat. He had lived his entire life in the family home, and now for the first time, he was on his own.

He sat surrounded by boxes that they hadn't managed to unpack during the day. It had taken months to get all his things together. His mother had been very generous, buying him things like towels and mugs.

He went into the kitchen and made a sandwich. He suddenly felt very tired and yawned. No wonder he was tired!

He had been up since six o'clock in the morning. He decided to eat his sandwich and go to bed. But he didn't get there...

SONNET 18.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate;

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

A MAN IS MADE

A man is made

Of flesh and blood

Of eyes and bones and water.

The very same things make his son

As those that make

His daughter.

A tree is made

Of leaf and sap,

Of bark and fruit and berries.

It keeps a bird’s nest

In its boughs

And blackbirds eat the cherries.

A table’s made

Of naked wood

Planed as smooth as milk. I wonder

If tables ever dream of sun,

Of wind, and rain, and thunder?

And when man takes

His axe and strikes

And sets the sawdust flying –

Is it a table being born?

Or just a tree that’s dying?

A SPECIAL HOLIDAY IN FLORIDA.

Last February, I decided to go on holiday to Florida. The day I left England it was raining, but when I landed in Florida, the sun was shining and a lovely, warm breeze was blowing from the sea. I took a taxi to my hotel. As I was checking in, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I couldn’t believe my eyes! It was my old girlfriend. She was staying at the same hotel. The next day, we went snorkelling and saw hundreds of beautiful fish. It was getting dark when we returned to our hotel after a wonderful day. We spent the rest of the week together. It was very romantic. We felt very sad when the holiday ended.

SOUNDS AND LETTERS DON'T AGREE

When the English tongue we speak,

Why does break not rhyme with weak?

Won't you tell me why it's true

We say sew, but also few?

And the maker of a verse

Cannot rhyme his horse with worse?

Beard is not the same as heard.

Cord is different from word,

Cow is cow, but low is low,

Shoe is never rhymed with foe.

Think of hose and dose and lose,

And think of loose and yet of choose,

Think of comb and tomb and bomb

Doll and roll, and home and some.

And since pay is rhymed with say

Why not paid with said, I pray?

Think of blood and food and good;

Mould is not pronounced like could.

Why is it done, but gone and lone?

Is there any reason known?

To sum up, it seems to me

That sounds and letters don't agree.

THE BLIND SEA HERO

Sightless swimmer saves a surfer

Alec Munroe had been swimming in the sea off the coast near his house in St. Ives, Cornwall, and was standing on the beach when he thought he heard cries for help.

Despite being totally blind, Mr. Munroe went back in the sea to rescue the person in difficulties.

"I was just in the right place at the right time to help somebody," the 51-year-old said yesterday.

Mr. Munroe, who has been blind for 22 years, managed to reach Matthew Slade by using the drowning man's cries to guide him. Mr. Slade had been surfing but had been knocked off his surfboard by a huge wave and had hit his head on a rock. Mr. Munroe swam through rough sea to find him, then pulled Mr. Slade and his surfboard back to shore.

Mr. Munroe explained, "I had just finished drying myself, when someone shouted "Help". I called back to him to keep on shouting. I had to think about the direction of the wind, too. While was trying to find him, the wind and the waves were getting stronger and stronger. But I just kept going until I finally reached him and got him back to the shore. It had taken a long time to fight through the high waves, and we felt completely exhausted."

Last night Mr. Slade was recovering in hospital from shock and a broken arm.

What was even more remarkable was that Mr. Munroe wasn't familiar with the coastline. He and his wife had moved to St Ives only two weeks before.

"Fortunately, I have been a good swimmer all my life", he said.

SONNET 130

My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lip’s red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun,

If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

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