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背诵篇目汇总Shylocks Eruption: (6 scores)SHYLOCK: To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and whats his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, asa Christian is?If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction. Hamlets Soliloquy I (10 scores)To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to, tis a consummationDevoutly to be wishd. To die, to sleep;To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, theres the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause: theres the respectThat makes calamity of so long life;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,The oppressors wrong, the proud mans contumely,The pangs of despised love, the laws delay,The insolence of office and the spurnsThat patient merit of the unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death,The undiscoverd country from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the willAnd makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;And thus the native hue of resolutionIs sicklied oer with the pale cast of thought,And enterprises of great pith and momentWith this regard their currents turn awry,And lose the name of action.-Soft you now!The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisonsBe all my sins rememberd.John Donne1, Meditation XVII: No man is an island. (3 scores)No man is an island, entire of itselfevery man is a piece of the continent, a part of the mainif a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own wereany mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankindand therefore never send to know for whom the bell tollsit tolls for thee2. THE COMPUTATION. (3 scores) FOR my first twenty years, since yesterday, I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away ; For forty more I fed on favours past, And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last ; Tears drownd one hundred, and sighs blew out two ;A thousand, I did neither think nor do, Or not divide, all being one thought of you ;Or in a thousand more, forgot that too.Yet call not this long life ; but think that IAm, by being dead, immortal ; can ghosts die ?The Road Not Taken (4 scores) Robert FrostTWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. When You Are Old (3 scores)William Butler Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.Gods Judgments: (8 scores)SotheLORDGodsaidtotheserpent,Becauseyouhavedonethis,Cursedareyouaboveallthelivestockandallthewildanimals!Youwillcrawlonyourbellyandyouwilleatdustallthedaysofyourlife. AndIwillputenmitybetweenyouandthewoman,andbetweenyouroffspringandhers;hewillcrushyourhead,andyouwillstrikehisheel. Tothewomanhesaid,Iwillgreatlyincreaseyourpainsinchildbearing;withpainyouwillgivebirthtochildren.Yourdesirewillbeforyourhusband,andhewillruleoveryou. ToAdamhesaid,BecauseyoulistenedtoyourwifeandatefromthetreeaboutwhichIcommandedyou,Youmustnoteatofit,Cursedisthegroundbecauseofyou;throughpainfultoilyouwilleatofitallthedaysofyourlife. Itwillproducethornsandthistlesforyou,andyouwilleattheplantsofthefield. Bythesweatofyourbrowyouwilleatyourfooduntilyoureturntotheground,sincefromityouweretaken;fordustyouareandtodustyouwillreturn. Song (3 scores)When I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wet;And if thou wilt, remember,And if thou wilt, forget.I shall not see the shadows,I shall not feel the rain;I shall not hear the nightingaleSing on as if in pain:And dreaming through the twilightThat doth not rise nor set,Haply I may remember,And haply may forget.To the Virgins, to Make much of Time(4 scores) Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today,Tomorrow will be dying.The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,The higher hes a-getting.The sooner will his race be run,And nearer hes to setting.That age is best which is the first,When youth and blood are warmer,But being spent, the worse, and worstTimes still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time;And while ye may, go marry;For having lost but once your prime,You may forever tarry.She Walks in Beauty(4 scores)She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all thats best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightens oer her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet expressHow pure, how dear their dwelling place