1. ALEXANDER POPE.

FROM A N ESSAY ON MAN (НА ВЫБОР 1 ФРАГМЕНТ )

А) B)
Vast chain of being, which from God began,
Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Look round our world; behold the chain of love
Beast, bird, fish, insect! what no eye can see, Combining all below and all above.
No glass can reach! from infinite to thee, See plastic nature working to this end,
From thee to nothing!—On superior pow'rs The single atoms each to other tend,
Were we to press, inferior might on ours:
Attract, attracted to, the next in place
Or in the full creation leave a void,
Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd: Form'd and impell'd its neighbour to embrace.
From nature's chain whatever link you strike, See matter next, with various life endu'd,
Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. Press to one centre still, the gen'ral good.
See dying vegetables life sustain,
       And, if each system in gradation roll See life dissolving vegetate again:
Alike essential to th' amazing whole, All forms that perish other forms supply,
The least confusion but in one, not all
(By turns we catch the vital breath, and die)
That system only, but the whole must fall.
Let earth unbalanc'd from her orbit fly, Like bubbles on the sea of matter born,
Planets and suns run lawless through the sky; They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurl'd,
Being on being wreck'd, and world on world;
Heav'n's whole foundations to their centre nod,
And nature tremble to the throne of God.
All this dread order break—for whom? for thee?
Vile worm!—Oh madness, pride, impiety!

2. НА ВЫБОР 1 СТИХОТВОРЕНИЕ Р. Б ЕРНСА (R OBERT BURNS )

MY HEART S IN THE HIGHLANDS A R ED, RED ROSE
My love is like a red, red rose
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
   That’s newly sprung in June :
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer -
My love is like the melody
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
   That’s sweetly played in tune.
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North
   So deep in love am I :
The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth; 
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, 
   Till a’ the seas gang dry. 
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; 
   And the rocks melt wi’ the sun :
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; 
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods; 
   While the sands o’ life shall run. 
Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, 
   And fare thee weel a while !
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer 
And I will come again, my love,
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; 
   Thou’ it were ten thousand mile.
My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go.

FOR THE SAKE O' SOMEBODY

My heart is sair-I dare na tell,
My heart is sair for Somebody;
I could wake a winter night
For the sake o' Somebody.
O-hon! for Somebody!
O-hey! for Somebody!
I could range the world around,
For the sake o' Somebody.

Ye Powers that smile on virtuous love,

O, sweetly smile on Somebody!
Frae ilka danger keep him free,
And send me safe my Somebody!
O-hon! for Somebody!
O-hey! for Somebody!
I wad do-what wad I not?
For the sake o' Somebody.

3. ПОЭТЫ-СЕНТІМЕНТАЛІСТЫ ( НА ВЫБОР 1 ФРАГМЕНТ ):

THOMAS GRAY. THE EPITAPHFROM E LEGY W RITTEN IN A
COUNTRY CHURCHYARD
Here rests his Head upon the Lap of Earth
A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble Birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Large was his Bounty, and his Soul sincere,
Heav'n did a Recompense as largely send:
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a Tear:
He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a Friend
No farther seek his Merits to disclose,
Or draw his Frailties from their dread Abode,
(There they alike in trembling Hope repose)
The Bosom of his Father and his God.
JAMES THOMSON. FROM THE SEASONS. WINTER
Nature! great parent! whose unceasing hand
Rolls round the Seasons of the changeful year,
How mighty, how majestic are thy works!
With what a pleasing dread they swell the soul,
That sees astonished, and astonished sings!
Ye too, ye winds! that now begin to blow
With boisterous sweep, I raise my voice to you.
Where are your stores, ye powerful beings! say,
Where your aerial magazines reserved
To swell the brooding terrors of the storm?
In what far-distant region of the sky,
Hushed in deep silence, sleep you when 'tis calm?

4 . JOHN NEWTON. AMAZING GRACE (ALSO TO SING)

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.