ملتقى طلاب وطالبات جامعة الملك فيصل,جامعة الدمام - عرض مشاركة واحدة - اللغة الانجليزية New plan 2nd year level 4

mrs:mn · 2012- 5- 20

OTHELLO
Her father loved me, oft invited me,
Still questioned me the story of my life
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have passed.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
To th' very moment that he bade me tell it,
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood and field,
Of hair-breadth ’scapes i' th' imminent deadly breach,
Of being taken by the insolent foe
And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
And portance in my traveler’s history.
Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, hills whose heads touch heaven
It was my hint to speak—such was my process—

And of the Cannibals that each others eat,

The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
Grew beneath their shoulders. These things to hear
Would Desdemona seriously incline.

Desdemona's father loved him so much. He used to invite him to his house to listen to his story of life and all the battles he fought. He told him all his adventures in life. He told him how he was captured and sold as a slave, how he bought his freedom, and how he wandered through caves and deserts. He was able to tell him about cannibals أكلى لحوم البشرwho eat each other, and men with heads growing below their shoulders. When he talked about all these things, Desdemona used to listen attentivelyباهتمام. If she had to go do some household dutyأعمال منزلية, he noticed that she’d always come back quickly to hear more of his stories. When he was relaxing, she’d pull him aside and ask to hear some part of a story she had missed. Her eyes would fill with tears at the bad things he went through in his younger years. When his stories were done, she’d sigh and tell him how strangely wonderful and sad his life had been. She said she wished she hadn’t heard it, but she also wished there was a man like him for her. She thanked him and told him that if a friend of him had a story like him to tell, she’d fall in love with him. He took the hint and spoke to her. She said she loved him for the dangers he’d survived, and he loved her for feeling such strong emotions about him. That’s the only witchcraft he ever used. She loved him for the adventures he passed. He loved her as she showed pity on him

2012- 5- 20	#2641
mrs:mn أكـاديـمـي نــشـط الملف الشخصي: رقم العضوية : 44901 تاريخ التسجيل: Sat Jan 2010 العمر: 34 المشاركات: 112 الـجنــس : أنـثـى عدد الـنقـاط : 100 مؤشر المستوى: 66 بيانات الطالب: الكلية: كلية الاداب	رد: New plan 2nd year level 4 OTHELLO Her father loved me, oft invited me, Still questioned me the story of my life From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To th' very moment that he bade me tell it, Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth ’scapes i' th' imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my traveler’s history. Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, hills whose heads touch heaven It was my hint to speak—such was my process— And of the Cannibals that each others eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Grew beneath their shoulders. These things to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline. Desdemona's father loved him so much. He used to invite him to his house to listen to his story of life and all the battles he fought. He told him all his adventures in life. He told him how he was captured and sold as a slave, how he bought his freedom, and how he wandered through caves and deserts. He was able to tell him about cannibals أكلى لحوم البشرwho eat each other, and men with heads growing below their shoulders. When he talked about all these things, Desdemona used to listen attentivelyباهتمام. If she had to go do some household dutyأعمال منزلية, he noticed that she’d always come back quickly to hear more of his stories. When he was relaxing, she’d pull him aside and ask to hear some part of a story she had missed. Her eyes would fill with tears at the bad things he went through in his younger years. When his stories were done, she’d sigh and tell him how strangely wonderful and sad his life had been. She said she wished she hadn’t heard it, but she also wished there was a man like him for her. She thanked him and told him that if a friend of him had a story like him to tell, she’d fall in love with him. He took the hint and spoke to her. She said she loved him for the dangers he’d survived, and he loved her for feeling such strong emotions about him. That’s the only witchcraft he ever used. She loved him for the adventures he passed. He loved her as she showed pity on him