Номер 5, страница 37 - гдз по английскому языку 8 класс учебник Вербицкая, Маккинли

Unit four. Track thirty-seven.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge was one of England's greatest poets. He was also very unlucky.

In the summer of seventeen ninety-seven, Coleridge was travelling alone around Southwest England. One evening, he decided to spend the night in a lonely farmhouse.

He wasn't feeling very well and took some strong medicine.

He sat in a chair by the fire and read a book. After a few minutes, he fell asleep.

While he was sleeping, he had an amazing poetic vision. He saw a wonderful, exotic palace with beautiful gardens.

When he woke up, he found that he could still remember his fantastic dream. Coleridge took a pen and some paper and began to write. Some people think that the first lines of his poem, Kubla Khan, are some of the most beautiful in the English language.

"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree."

While he was writing, somebody knocked at the door.

"Ah, who can that be?"

Good morning, Mr. Coleridge.

It was a man from Porlock, a town nearby. Nobody knows what the man wanted, but it was nothing very important.

I was saying to my wife, it was a cold evening, very cold. I was worried about my potatoes, so I went out into the garden.

The poet stood at his front door for almost an hour. As he was listening to this talkative stranger, Coleridge began to forget his dream. He felt very irritated. I just had a look at it. It is a bit lame, isn't it?

Finally, when he returned to his pen and paper, the poet found that he could remember almost nothing.

One of the great masterpieces of English poetry was lost forever.