Ivanhoe -Sir Walter Scott- Chapter 17 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | Ivanhoe Sir Walter Scott Chapter 17 At eve within yon studious nook I ope my brass-embossed book Portray d with many a holy deed Of martyrs crown d with heavenly meed Then as my taper waxes dim Chant ere I sleep my measured hymn. Who but would cast his pomp away To take my staff and amice grey And to the world s tumultuous stage Prefer the peaceful Hermitage Warton Notwithstanding the prescription of the genial hermit with which his guest willingly complied he found it no easy matter to bring the harp to harmony. Methinks holy father said he the instrument wants one string and the rest have been somewhat misused. Ay mark st thou that replied the hermit that shows thee a master of the craft. Wine and wassail he added gravely casting up his eyes all the fault of wine and wassail ---I told Allan-a-Dale the northern minstrel that he would damage the harp if he touched it after the seventh cup but he would not be controlled Friend I drink to thy successful performance. So saying he took off his cup with much gravity at the same time shaking his head at the intemperance of the Scottish harper. The knight in the meantime had brought the strings into some order and after a short prelude asked his host whether he would choose a sirvente in the language of oc or a lai in the language of oui or a virelai or a ballad in the vulgar English. Note C. Minstrelsy. A ballad a ballad said the hermit against all the ocs and ouis of France. Downright English am I Sir Knight and downright English was my patron St Dunstan and scorned oc and oui as he would have scorned the parings of the devil s hoof downright English alone shall be sung in this cell. I will assay then said the knight a ballad composed by a Saxon gleeman whom I knew in Holy Land. It speedily appeared that if the knight was not a complete master of the minstrel art his taste for it had at least been cultivated under the best instructors. Art had taught him to soften the faults of a voice which had little compass and was .
