Поиск по заголовкам произведений. Cлово "THOUGHT". Классическая русская литература.

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Часть текста: We thought we were beggars, we thought we had nothing at all But then when we started to lose one thing after another, Each day became A memorial day - And then we made songs Of great divine generosity And of our former riches.

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Часть текста: incomplete even to an unprejudiced mind. How can such a prisoner be acquitted? What if he committed the murder and gets off unpunished? That is what everyone, almost involuntarily, instinctively, feels at heart. "Yes, it's a fearful thing to shed a father's blood -- the father who has begotten me, loved me, not spared his life for me, grieved over my illnesses from childhood up, troubled all his life for my happiness, and has lived in my joys, in my successes. To murder such a father -- that's inconceivable. Gentlemen of the jury, what is a father- a real father? What is the meaning of that great word? What is the great idea in that name? We have just indicated in part what a true father is and what he ought to be. In the case in which we are now so deeply occupied and over which our hearts are aching -- in the present case, the father, Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov, did not correspond to that conception of a father to which we have just referred. That's the misfortune. And indeed some fathers are a misfortune. Let us examine this misfortune rather more closely: we must shrink from nothing, gentlemen of the jury, considering the importance of the decision you have to make. It's our particular duty not to shrink from any idea, like children or frightened women, as the talented prosecutor happily expresses it. "But in the course of his heated speech my esteemed opponent (and he was my opponent before I opened my lips) exclaimed several times, 'Oh, I will not yield the defence of the prisoner to the lawyer who has come down from Petersburg. I accuse, but I defend also!' He exclaimed that several times, but forgot to mention that if this terrible prisoner was for twenty-three years so grateful for a mere pound of nuts given him by the only man who had been kind to him, as a child in his father's house, might not such a man well have...

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Часть текста: some pages at the beginning, where the pronunciation was explained, were torn out: that is why I never learnt to speak English. But I did learn to read. The first book I read was a volume of Swinburne, and I declaimed my favourite lines up there on the roof: From too much love of living. From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be. Than no man lives for ever. That dead men rise up never. That even the weariest river Comes somewhere safe to sea. Later I got "The Golden Treasury of English Verse" from a bookbinder friend, and fell in love with William Blake, John Keats, and S. T. Coleridge, with all the passion of my eighteen-year-old heart. If by some miracle an Englishman could have turned up on the roof beside me and heard me spouting 'The Ancient Mariner' or 'Christabel', he would probably not have recognized his own language; for I pronounced English according to my lights - fantastically wrong, of course - and yet I thrilled to the powerful music of English poetry. I had nobody with whom to share my ecstasy since I had not a single friend who knew a word of English. From "The Golden Treasury" I learned by heart - and still remember - 'The Last Ride Together", Tennyson's 'May Queen', and 'Tam O'Shanter'. And in the winter, when the roofs were covered with snow and there was no work for roof-painters, I took Boswell's "Life of Johnson" out of the library and spent three months in the company of Sir Joshua Reynolds, of Garrick, Sheridan and Gibbon, who became more real to me than the people I met...

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