Prologue. «Открытая могила»
Оун бежал на пределе своих характеристик. Будь у него время, добил бы уровень. Тогда можно было поднять ловкость до сотни и получить хороший бонус скорости. Но времени не было. «Крылья Дракона» практически нагнали ...
Whan that Aprille, with hise shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth ...
My friends, we sing Canadian themes,
For in them we proudly glory;
Her lakes, her rivers and her streams,
Worthy of renown in story
This day winding down
At God speeded summer's
In the torrent salmon sun,
In my seashaken
These alternate nights and days, these seasons Somehow fail to convince me
It seems I have the sense of infinity
(In your dreams,
O crew of Columbus,
Even the shrewd and bitter,
Gnarled by the old world's greed,
Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need
Shelter and patient hearing,
Good-Fortune is a giddy maid,
Fickle and restless as a fawn;
She smoothes your hair; and then the
Kisses you quickly, and is gone
When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakespear rose; Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toil'...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's
Gave his broad lawns until the set of
Up to the people: thither flocked at
His tenants, wife and child, and thither
In the first rise and infancy of farce,
When fools were many, and when plays were
The raw unpractis'd authors could, with ease,
A young and unexperienc'd audience please:
To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings,
Of Cities founded,
Common-wealths begun,
For my mean Pen are too superior things;