-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
plain leaping laughing they run
16 And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.
17 Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
18 They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
19 And the Angel told if he'd be a good boy,
20 He'd have God for his father & never want joy.
21 And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark
22 And got with our bag & our brushes to work.
23
High Plains Drifter Script
Lets go, Buster.
Beer.
And a bottle.
Aint much good.
Its all there is.
Will you want anything else?
Just a peaceful hour
to drink it in.
Flea-bitten range bums
dont usually stop in Lago.
Life heres a little too quick for em.
Maybe you think youre fast enough
to keep up with us, huh?
A lot faster
than youll ever live to be.
Yes, sir?
A shave and a hot bath?
Thatll be cen
Killing Me Softly Script
You know what happens
at that height?
The brain dies
from lack of oxygen...
cell by cell.
It just shuts down...
and the body goes with it.
I cant stop thinking about
what it must have been like.
Why dont you start
at the beginning?
Its always the easiest.
OK, Ill start
at the beginning.
I grew up on the plains
in Indiana.
I was a flatlander,
through and through.
To be hon
Dumbo Script
Through the snow and sleet and hail...
through the blizzard, through the gale...
through the wind and through the rain...
over mountain, over plain...
through the blinding lightning flash...
and the mighty thunder crash...
ever faithful, ever true...
nothing stops him.
Hell get through.
Look out for Mr. Stork that persevering chap
Hell come along and drop a bundle in your lap
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