-20世紀 英國詩-
(1) Thomas Hardy(1840-1928) : "The Darkling Thrush"
"The Darkling Thrush"
1 I leant upon a coppice gate
2 When Frost was spectre-gray,
3 And Winter's dregs made desolate
4 The weakening eye of day.
5 The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
6 Like strings of broken lyres,
7 And all mankind that haunted nigh
8 Ha
Madness Of King George Script
Give it me!
Amelia.
Captain Greville, maam...
His Majestys new equerry.
Captain Fitzroy?
Uh...
Could you show me...
Oh, God. Come on, Pa.
Whats that one, Fred?
I discovered the other day
Im... Im bishop of Osnabruck.
Amazing what one is, really.
George!
Crown.
Your Majesty.
Ah, Lord Chancellor.
God, this place is as cold
as a greyhounds nostril.
Lord Chancellor.
Papa
As they travel, various objects (pens, tapes, CDs, toiletries, ties, sunglasses, etc.) either fall or are discarded from inside their jackets.
They are pursued by two hard-looking Store Detectives in identical uniforms. The men are fast, but Renton and Spud maintain their lead.
RENTON (V.O.)
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washi
Madness Of King George Script
Give it me!
Amelia.
Captain Greville, maam...
His Majestys new equerry.
Captain Fitzroy?
Uh...
Could you show me...
Oh, God. Come on, Pa.
Whats that one, Fred?
I discovered the other day
Im... Im bishop of Osnabruck.
Amazing what one is, really.
George!
Crown.
Your Majesty.
Ah, Lord Chancellor.
God, this place is as cold
as a greyhounds nostril.
Lord Chancellor.
Papa