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CHAPTER XXXII UP CHAPTER XXXIV CHAPTER XXXIII The Hotel Concert "Put on your white organdy, by all means, Anne," advised Diana decidedly. They were together in the east gable chamber; outside it was only twilight--a lovely yellowish-green twilight with a clear-blue cloudless sky. A big round moon, slowly deepening from her pallid luster into burnished silver, hung over the Haunted Wood; the air was full of sweet summer sounds--sleepy birds twittering, freakish breezes, faraway voices and laughter. But in Anne s room the blind was drawn and the lamp lighted, for an important toilet was being made. The east gable was a very different place from what it had been on that night four years before, when Anne had felt its bareness penetrate to the marrow of her spirit with its inhospitable chill. Changes had crept in, Marilla conniving at them resignedly, until it was as sweet and dainty a nest as a young girl could desire. The velvet carpet with the pink roses and the pink silk curtains of Anne s early visions had certainly never materialized; but her dreams had kept pace with her growth, and it is not probable she lamented them. The floor was covered with a pretty matting, and the curtains that softened the high window and fluttered in the vagrant breezes were of pale-green art muslin. The walls, hung not with gold and silver brocade tapestry, but with a dainty apple-blossom paper, were adorned with a few good pictures given Anne by Mrs. Allan. Miss Stacy s photograph occupied the place of honor, and Anne made a sentimental point of keeping fresh flowers on the bracket under it. Tonight a spike of white lilies faintly perfumed the room like the dream of a fragrance. There was no "mahogany furniture," but there was a white-painted bookcase filled with books, a cushioned wicker rocker, a toilet table befrilled with white muslin, a quaint, gilt-framed mirror with chubby pink Cupids and purple grapes painted over its arched top, that used to hang in the spare room, and a low white bed. Anne was dressing for a concert at the White Sands Hotel. The guests had got it up in aid of the Charlottetown hospital, and had hunted out all the available amateur talent in the surrounding districts to help it along. Bertha Sampson and Pearl Clay of the White Sands Baptist choir had been asked to sing a duet; Milton Clark of Newbridge was to give a violin solo; Winnie Adella Blair of Carmody was to sing a Scotch ballad; and Laura Spencer of Spencervale and Anne Shirley of Avonlea were to recite. As Anne would have said at one time, it was "an epoch in her life," and she was deliciously athrill with the excitement of it. Matthew was in the seventh heaven of gratified pride over the honor conferred on his Anne and Marilla was not far behind, although she would have died rather than admit it, and said she didn t think it was very proper for a lot of young folks to be gadding over to the hotel without any responsible person with them. Anne and Diana were to drive over with Jane Andrews and her brother Billy in their double-seated buggy; and several other Avonlea girls and boys were going too. There was a party of visitors expected out from town, and after the concert a supper was to be given to the performers. "Do you really think the organdy will be best?" queried Anne anxiously. "I don t think it s as pretty as my blue-flowered muslin--and it certainly isn t so fashionable." "But it suits you ever so much better," said Diana. "It s so soft and frilly and clinging. The muslin is stiff, and makes you look too dressed up. But the organdy seems as if it grew on you." Anne sighed and yielded. Diana was beginning to have a reputation for notable taste in dressing, and her advice on such subjects was much sought after. She was looking very pretty herself on this particular night in a dress of the lovely wild-rose pink, from which Anne was forever debarred; but she was not to take any part in the concert, so her appearance was of minor importance. All her pains were bestowed upon Anne, who, she vowed, must, for the credit of Avonlea, be dressed and combed and adorned to the Queen s taste. "Pull out that frill a little more--so; here, let me tie your sash; now for your slippers. I m going to braid your hair in two thick braids, and tie them halfway up with big white bows--no, don t pull out a single curl over your forehead--just have the soft part. There is no way you do your hair suits you so well, Anne, and Mrs. Allan says you look like a Madonna when you part it so. I shall fasten this little white house rose just behind your ear. There was just one on my bush, and I saved it for you." "Shall I put my pearl beads on?" asked Anne. "Matthew brought me a string from town last week, and I know he d like to see them on me." Diana pursed up her lips, put her black head on one side critically, and finally pronounced in favor of the beads, which were thereupon tied around Anne s slim milk-white throat. "There s something so stylish about you, Anne," said Diana, with unenvious admiration. "You hold your head with such an air. I suppose it s your figure. I am just a dumpling. I ve always been afraid of it, and now I know it is so. Well, I suppose I shall just have to resign myself to it." "But you have such dimples," said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. "Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn t complain. Am I all ready now?" "All ready," assured Diana, as Marilla appeared in the doorway, a gaunt figure with grayer hair than of yore and no fewer angles, but with a much softer face. "Come right in and look at our elocutionist, Marilla. Doesn t she look lovely?" Marilla emitted a sound between a sniff and a grunt. "She looks neat and proper. I like that way of fixing her hair. But I expect she ll ruin that dress driving over there in the dust and dew with it, and it looks most too thin for these damp nights. Organdy s the most unserviceable stuff in the world anyhow, and I told Matthew so when he got it. But there is no use in saying anything to Matthew nowadays. Time was when he would take my advice, but now he just buys things for Anne regardless, and the clerks at Carmody know they can palm anything off on him. Just let them tell him a thing is pretty and fashionable, and Matthew plunks his money down for it. Mind you keep your skirt clear of the wheel, Anne, and put your warm jacket on." Then Marilla stalked downstairs, thinking proudly how sweet Anne looked, with that "One moonbeam from the forehead to the crown" and regretting that she could not go to the concert herself to hear her girl recite. "I wonder if it IS too damp for my dress," said Anne anxiously. "Not a bit of it," said Diana, pulling up the window blind. "It s a perfect night, and there won t be any dew. Look at the moonlight." "I m so glad my window looks east into the sunrising," said Anne, going over to Diana. "It s so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It s new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine. Oh, Diana, I love this little room so dearly. I don t know how I ll get along without it when I go to town next month." "Don t speak of your going away tonight," begged Diana. "I don t want to think of it, it makes me so miserable, and I do want to have a good time this evening. What are you going to recite, Anne? And are you nervous?" "Not a bit. I ve recited so often in public I don t mind at all now. I ve decided to give `The Maiden s Vow. It s so pathetic. Laura Spencer is going to give a comic recitation, but I d rather make people cry than laugh." "What will you recite if they encore you?" "They won t dream of encoring me," scoffed Anne, who was not without her own secret hopes that they would, and already visioned herself telling Matthew all about it at the next morning s breakfast table. "There are Billy and Jane now-- I hear the wheels. Come on." Billy Andrews insisted that Anne should ride on the front seat with him, so she unwillingly climbed up. She would have much preferred to sit back with the girls, where she could have laughed and chattered to her heart s content. There was not much of either laughter or chatter in Billy. He was a big, fat, stolid youth of twenty, with a round, expressionless face, and a painful lack of conversational gifts. 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Her dress, which, in the east gable, had seemed so dainty and pretty, now seemed simple and plain--too simple and plain, she thought, among all the silks and laces that glistened and rustled around her. What were her pearl beads compared to the diamonds of the big, handsome lady near her? And how poor her one wee white rose must look beside all the hothouse flowers the others wore! Anne laid her hat and jacket away, and shrank miserably into a corner. She wished herself back in the white room at Green Gables. It was still worse on the platform of the big concert hall of the hotel, where she presently found herself. The electric lights dazzled her eyes, the perfume and hum bewildered her. She wished she were sitting down in the audience with Diana and Jane, who seemed to be having a splendid time away at the back. She was wedged in between a stout lady in pink silk and a tall, scornful-looking girl in a white-lace dress. The stout lady occasionally turned her head squarely around and surveyed Anne through her eyeglasses until Anne, acutely sensitive of being so scrutinized, felt that she must scream aloud; and the white-lace girl kept talking audibly to her next neighbor about the "country bumpkins" and "rustic belles" in the audience, languidly anticipating "such fun" from the displays of local talent on the program. Anne believed that she would hate that white-lace girl to the end of life. Unfortunately for Anne, a professional elocutionist was staying at the hotel and had consented to recite. She was a lithe, dark-eyed woman in a wonderful gown of shimmering gray stuff like woven moonbeams, with gems on her neck and in her dark hair. She had a marvelously flexible voice and wonderful power of expression; the audience went wild over her selection. 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Everything was so strange, so brilliant, so bewildering--the rows of ladies in evening dress, the critical faces, the whole atmosphere of wealth and culture about her. Very different this from the plain benches at the Debating Club, filled with the homely, sympathetic faces of friends and neighbors. These people, she thought, would be merciless critics. Perhaps, like the white-lace girl, they anticipated amusement from her "rustic" efforts. She felt hopelessly, helplessly ashamed and miserable. Her knees trembled, her heart fluttered, a horrible faintness came over her; not a word could she utter, and the next moment she would have fled from the platform despite the humiliation which, she felt, must ever after be her portion if she did so. But suddenly, as her dilated, frightened eyes gazed out over the audience, she saw Gilbert Blythe away at the back of the room, bending forward with a smile on his face--a smile which seemed to Anne at once triumphant and taunting. 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The professional elocutionist, Mrs. Evans, came and chatted with her, telling her that she had a charming voice and "interpreted" her selections beautifully. Even the white-lace girl paid her a languid little compliment. They had supper in the big, beautifully decorated dining room; Diana and Jane were invited to partake of this, also, since they had come with Anne, but Billy was nowhere to be found, having decamped in mortal fear of some such invitation. He was in waiting for them, with the team, however, when it was all over, and the three girls came merrily out into the calm, white moonshine radiance. Anne breathed deeply, and looked into the clear sky beyond the dark boughs of the firs. Oh, it was good to be out again in the purity and silence of the night! How great and still and wonderful everything was, with the murmur of the sea sounding through it and the darkling cliffs beyond like grim giants guarding enchanted coasts. 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Would you want to be that white-lace girl and wear a sour look all your life, as if you d been born turning up your nose at the world? Or the pink lady, kind and nice as she is, so stout and short that you d really no figure at all? Or even Mrs. Evans, with that sad, sad look in her eyes? She must have been dreadfully unhappy sometime to have such a look. You KNOW you wouldn t, Jane Andrews!" "I DON T know--exactly," said Jane unconvinced. "I think diamonds would comfort a person for a good deal." "Well, I don t want to be anyone but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life," declared Anne. "I m quite content to be Anne of Green Gables, with my string of pearl beads. I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame the Pink Lady s jewels." CHAPTER XXXII UP CHAPTER XXXIV 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 17 20 (Tue)
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このテンプレはポリウト方式で作成されています。 こちらの役名一覧に和訳を記載して管理人までお知らせください。 Première Mansion LA COUR DES LYS N° 1 Prélude ▼LES JUMEAUX▲ Frère, que sera-t-il le monde, Allégé de tout notre amour! Dans mon âme ton coeur est lourd, Comme la pierre dans la fronde! Je le pèse; au-delà de l'ombre Je le jette vers le grand jour! J'étais plus doux que la colombe, Tu es plus fauve que l'autour. Toujours, jamais! Jamais, toujours! Fer ne t'effraie, Feu ne me dompte. Beau Christ, que serait-il le monde, Allégé de tout votre amour! ▼RÉCITANT (Le Saint)▲ Si je suis digne de servir Ton Fils le Martyr des martyrs, Mon Dieu, Je te demande un signe, si je suis digne. Gloire, ô Christ roi! Et maintenant je me désarme! Je suis l'Archer certain du but. Voici l'arc double, lecarquois fourni de dix-sept sagettes ailées et le brassard oú est gravée la figure zodiacale du Sagittaire criblé d'astres. Je te les comments. Je les offre á mes élus de la cohorte d'Emése. Voici. Je suis libre! Souvenez-vous. Je suis la Cible! Souvenez-vous de ce terrible espoir, et que je serai digne de demander á Dieu des signes plus éclatants. N° 2 - Choeur ▼LES ARCHERS D'EMÈSE (choeur)▲ Sébastien! Sébastien! Sébastien! Tu es témoin! ▼RÉCITANT (LE SAINT)▲ Mes frères, mes frères, j'entends le bruit des chaînes qui se brisent, le choc de la hache, l'éclat de la foudre, les quatre vents pleins de semences et de cris, le levain de l'espoir terrible! Mes frères, mes frères, j'entends la mélodie du saint combat, le choeur divin des sept fléaux, l'annonciation des astres, et la marche du nouveau dieu á côté de l'homme nouveau, et les lisières de la terre frémissantes comme les bords d'une bannière qu'on déplie, et le tonnerre qui relie dans les tombes, l'âme des morts aux os des morts! N° 3 Danse extatique de Sébastien sur lescharbons embrasés ▼LES JUMEAUX, CHOEUR▲ Hymnes, toute l'ombre s'efface. Dieu est et toujours sera Dieu! Célébrez son nom par le feu. Chantez les oeuvres de sa grâce, Louez ses oeuvres en tous lieux. Semez son nom mystérieux! ▼RÉCITANT (Le Saint)▲ Je danse sur l'ardeur des lys. Gloire, ô Christ roi! Je presse la douceur des lys. Gloire, ô Christ roi! J'ai les pieds nus dans la rosée! J'ai les pieds sur le blé qui pousse! Je bondis comme l'eau des sources! Je t'aime, Roi. C'est comme si mes veines étaient faites de musique et d'aurore ! C'est comme si je secouais un givre d'étoiles sonore! Je t'aime, Roi. ▼CHORUS SERAPHICUS▲ Salut! O lumière! Lumière du monde, Croix large et profonde, Signe de victoire, Et palme de gloire, Et arbre de vie. ▼RÉCITANT (Le Saint)▲ J'entends venir un autre chant. J'entends les sept luths éternels. Les lys font toute la lumière, ils font toute la mélodie. Vous les fauchez, et ils renaissent. Vous les brisez, ils sont debout. Ils ont la tige impérissable. Voyez, voyez! Ils me regardent comme des anges couverts d'yeux pour l'épouvante. ▼CHORUS SERAPHICUS▲ Voici les sept témoins de Dieu, les chefs de la milice ardente. Tout le ciel chante! Deuxième Mansion LA CHAMBRE MAGIQUE N° 1 - Prélude N° 2 ▼LA VIERGE ERIGONE▲ Je fauchais l'Epi de froment, oublieuse de l'asphodèle; mon âme, sous le ciel clément, était la soeur de l'hirondelle; Mon ombre m'était presqu'une aile, que je traînais dans la moisson. Et j'étais la vierge, Fidèle à mon ombre et à ma chanson. ▼RÉCITANT (Le Saint)▲ Seigneur, Amour, voici ma vie. N° 3 ▼VOX CELESTIS▲ Qui pleure mon enfant si doux, mon Lys fleuri dans la chair pure? Il est tout clair sur mes genoux, Il est sans tache et sans blessure. Voyez. Et dans ma chevelure tous les astres louent sa clarté. Il éclaire de sa figure ma tristesse et la nuit d'été. Troisième Mansion LE CONCILE DES FAUX DIEUX N° 1 [ N° 2] Prélude ▼RÉCITANT (Le Saint)▲ César, j'ai déjà ma couronne. Je ne crains pas le fer. Je n'ai d'autre art que la prière. César, sache que j'ai choisi mon dieu. Seul le Christ rayonne, l'Unique! Il régit dans sa main la force du del creux, comme le marin serre l'écoute de la voile. Entre vous et le jour, il est. Entre vous et le soleil mort, il est, Unique. N° 3 ▼MUSICIENS (Les Citharèdes)▲ Païan, Lyre d'Or, Arc d'Argent! Seigneur te Délos et te Sminthe, Beau roi chevelu te lumière, Païan! O Apollon! ▼RÉCITANT (Le Saint)▲ Cessez! Cessez, ô citharèdes d'un démon qui n'a plus de char, ni plus de traits, ni plus de nerfs a la lyre et a l'arc, ni plus de diadème sur la honte de son front. Silence! Silence! César, César aux yeux de lynx, je danserai pour tes mages et tes devins, je danserai la passion de ce jeune homme asiatique, de ce prince supplicié car la feuille de ton laurier est comme le fer de la lance qui lui perça le flanc anxieux. De la profondeur de tes yeux, regarde. Écoute, et puis regarde. Ne tremble pas. César, regarde. Et souviens-toi de l'étoile qui fut clouée au cœur vivant du ciel, en gage de la parole radieuse parlée par la bouche de l'Oint. Tu la sauras. N° 4 ▼RÉCITANT (Le Saint)▲ Avez-vous vu celui que j'aime? L'avez-vous vu? Il dit alors «Mon âme est triste jusqu'à la mort. Restez ici et veillez.» Et il se prosterne et dit dans sa prière «Écarte cette coupe de moi, Seigneur. Toutefois, non comme je veux mais comme tu veux.» ▼LES FEMMES DE BYBLOS (Choeur)▲ Ah! Tu pleures le Bien-aimé! Tu pleures l'Archer du Liban. Ô soeurs! O frères! Hélas! Tu pleures Adonis! Il se meurt, le bel Adonis! Il est mort, le bel Adonis Femmes, pleurez! Voyez le bel adolescent Couché dans la pourpre du sang. Donnez les baumes et l'encens. ▼VOX SOLA▲ «Je souffre», il a gémi. Écoute! «Je souffre! Qu'ai-je fait? Je souffre, et je saigne. Le monde est rouge de mon tourment Ah! qu'ai-je fait? Qui m'a frappé? J'expire, je meus, ô beauté! Je meurs, mais pour renaître impérissablement!» ▼LES FEMMES DE BYBLOS (Choeur)▲ Adonis! Adonis! Hélas! Pleurez! Pleurez! ▼RÉCITANT (Le Saint)▲ Et pourquoi cherche-vous parmi les morts celui qui est vivant! Or, Il est là, debout. Il dit N° 5 "Ne pleurez plus ." ▼VOX SOLA▲ Cessez, ô pleureuses! Le monde est lumière, tel qu'il l'annonce. Il renaît dieu, vierge et jeune homme, le Florissant Il renaît, il se renouvelle. O frère des saisons jumelles, debout! La mort est immortelle, dieu, par ton sang. ▼LES FEMMES DE BYBLOS▲ Le dieu, voilà le dieu! Il est debout! N° 6 Chœur ▼CHORUS SYRIACUS▲ Io! Io! Adoniastes! Ô soeurs, ô frères, exultez! Le Seigneur est ressuscité! Il conduit la danse des astres. Io! Io! Déliez vos cheveux, Io! Io! Dénouez vos ceintures, femmes! Du noir Hades où sont les âmes Il nous revient, le Bienheureux. ▼RÉCITANT (Le Saint)▲ Jésus. Jésus, à moi! N° 7 Choeur ▼CHORUSSYRIACUS▲ Il est mort/se meurt, le bel Adonis! Pleurez! Pleurez! Il descend vers la noires portes. Tout ce qui est beau, l'Hades morne l'emporte. Renversez les torches. Eros! Pleurez! Pleurez! Quatrième Mansion LE LAURIER BLESSÉ N° 1 Prélude ▼RÉCITANT (Le Saint)▲ César a dit "Amenez le au bois d'Apollon; liez-le au tronc du plus beau des lauriers; puis décochent contre son corps nu toutes vos flèches jusqu'à ce que vous vidiez les carquois, jusqu'à ce que son corps soit pareil au hérisson sauvage." Oui, mes archers, c'est ce que je veux. Ce sera beau. Oui, je sais revivre. Mais pour revivre, ô Archers, il faut que je meure, il faut que mon destin s'accomplisse, que des mains d'hommes me tuent.. . Vos mains. . . vos mains fraternelles. Je vous le dis, je vous le dis celui qui plus profondément me blesse, plus profondément m'aime. N° 2 Il est là, le Pasteur. Regardez. Il porte la brebis autour de son cou, sur ses épaules. Archers! Rapprochez-vous . La nuit tombe . Il faut qu'on mire de près, de près, pour frapper juste Ne tremblez pas, ne pleurez pas! Mais soyez ivres, soyez ivres de sang, comme dans les combats. Visez de près. Je suis la Cible. Des profondeurs, des profondeurs j'appelle votre amour terrible. N° 3 ▼CHORUS SYRIACUS▲ Hélas! Hélas! Ah! Pleurez, ô femmes de Syrie. Criez «Hélas! ma Seigneurie!» Toutes les fleurs se sont flétries. Il va dans la pâle prairie! Criez! Pleurez! ▼RÉCITANT (Le Saint)▲ Béni soit le premier! Bénie soit l'étoile première! Encore! Votre amour! Votre amour! Encore! Encore! Encore! Encore! Amour éternel! ▼CHORUS SYRIACUS▲ Eros! Pleurez! Il descend vers les noires portes. Tout ce qui est beau, l'Hades morne l'emporte. Renversez les torches. Eros! Pleurez! Cinquième Mansion LE PARADIS N° 1 Interlude N° 2 ▼CHORUS MARTYRUM▲ Gloire! Sous nos armures flamboyez, ô blessures! Qui est celui qui vient? Le lys de la cohorte. Sa tige est la plus forte. Louez le nom qu'il porte Sébastien! ▼CHORUS VIRGINUM▲ Tu es loué. L'étoile de loin parle à l'étoile Et dit un nom le tien. Dieu te couronne. Toute la nuit, comme une goutte A ton front, est dissoute, Sébastien. ▼CHORUS APOSTOLORUM▲ Tu es Saint. Qui te nomme Verra le Fils de l'Homme. Qui sur son cœur te tient, Sourire de ta grâce. Jean t'a donné sa place, Tu boiras dans sa tasse, Sébastien. ▼CHORUS ANGELORUM▲ Tu es beau. Prends six ailes d'Ange, Et viens dans l'échelle Des Feux musiciens, Chanter l'hymne nouvelle Au ciel qui se constelle De tes plaies immortelles, Sébastien. ▼ANIMA SEBASTIANI▲ Je viens, je monte. J'ai des ailes. Tout est blanc. Mon sang est la manne Qui blanchit le désert de Sin. Je suis la goutte, l'étincelle et le fétu. Je suis une âme, Seigneur, Une âme dans ton sein. ▼CHORUS SANCTORUM OMNIUM▲ Louez le Seigneur dans l'immensité de sa force. Louez le Seigneur sur le tympanon et sur l'orgue Louez le Seigneur sur le sistre et sur la cymbale. Louez le Seigneur sur la flûte et sur la cithare. Alléluia. Première Mansion LA COUR DES LYS N° 1 Prélude LES JUMEAUX Frère, que sera-t-il le monde, Allégé de tout notre amour! Dans mon âme ton coeur est lourd, Comme la pierre dans la fronde! Je le pèse; au-delà de l'ombre Je le jette vers le grand jour! J'étais plus doux que la colombe, Tu es plus fauve que l'autour. Toujours, jamais! Jamais, toujours! Fer ne t'effraie, Feu ne me dompte. Beau Christ, que serait-il le monde, Allégé de tout votre amour! RÉCITANT (Le Saint) Si je suis digne de servir Ton Fils le Martyr des martyrs, Mon Dieu, Je te demande un signe, si je suis digne. Gloire, ô Christ roi! Et maintenant je me désarme! Je suis l'Archer certain du but. Voici l'arc double, lecarquois fourni de dix-sept sagettes ailées et le brassard oú est gravée la figure zodiacale du Sagittaire criblé d'astres. Je te les comments. Je les offre á mes élus de la cohorte d'Emése. Voici. Je suis libre! Souvenez-vous. Je suis la Cible! Souvenez-vous de ce terrible espoir, et que je serai digne de demander á Dieu des signes plus éclatants. N° 2 - Choeur LES ARCHERS D'EMÈSE (choeur) Sébastien! Sébastien! Sébastien! Tu es témoin! RÉCITANT (LE SAINT) Mes frères, mes frères, j'entends le bruit des chaînes qui se brisent, le choc de la hache, l'éclat de la foudre, les quatre vents pleins de semences et de cris, le levain de l'espoir terrible! Mes frères, mes frères, j'entends la mélodie du saint combat, le choeur divin des sept fléaux, l'annonciation des astres, et la marche du nouveau dieu á côté de l'homme nouveau, et les lisières de la terre frémissantes comme les bords d'une bannière qu'on déplie, et le tonnerre qui relie dans les tombes, l'âme des morts aux os des morts! N° 3 Danse extatique de Sébastien sur lescharbons embrasés LES JUMEAUX, CHOEUR Hymnes, toute l'ombre s'efface. Dieu est et toujours sera Dieu! Célébrez son nom par le feu. Chantez les oeuvres de sa grâce, Louez ses oeuvres en tous lieux. Semez son nom mystérieux! RÉCITANT (Le Saint) Je danse sur l'ardeur des lys. Gloire, ô Christ roi! Je presse la douceur des lys. Gloire, ô Christ roi! J'ai les pieds nus dans la rosée! J'ai les pieds sur le blé qui pousse! Je bondis comme l'eau des sources! Je t'aime, Roi. C'est comme si mes veines étaient faites de musique et d'aurore ! C'est comme si je secouais un givre d'étoiles sonore! Je t'aime, Roi. CHORUS SERAPHICUS Salut! O lumière! Lumière du monde, Croix large et profonde, Signe de victoire, Et palme de gloire, Et arbre de vie. RÉCITANT (Le Saint) J'entends venir un autre chant. J'entends les sept luths éternels. Les lys font toute la lumière, ils font toute la mélodie. Vous les fauchez, et ils renaissent. Vous les brisez, ils sont debout. Ils ont la tige impérissable. Voyez, voyez! Ils me regardent comme des anges couverts d'yeux pour l'épouvante. CHORUS SERAPHICUS Voici les sept témoins de Dieu, les chefs de la milice ardente. Tout le ciel chante! Deuxième Mansion LA CHAMBRE MAGIQUE N° 1 - Prélude N° 2 LA VIERGE ERIGONE Je fauchais l'Epi de froment, oublieuse de l'asphodèle; mon âme, sous le ciel clément, était la soeur de l'hirondelle; Mon ombre m'était presqu'une aile, que je traînais dans la moisson. Et j'étais la vierge, Fidèle à mon ombre et à ma chanson. RÉCITANT (Le Saint) Seigneur, Amour, voici ma vie. N° 3 VOX CELESTIS Qui pleure mon enfant si doux, mon Lys fleuri dans la chair pure? Il est tout clair sur mes genoux, Il est sans tache et sans blessure. Voyez. Et dans ma chevelure tous les astres louent sa clarté. Il éclaire de sa figure ma tristesse et la nuit d'été. Troisième Mansion LE CONCILE DES FAUX DIEUX N° 1 [ N° 2] Prélude RÉCITANT (Le Saint) César, j'ai déjà ma couronne. Je ne crains pas le fer. Je n'ai d'autre art que la prière. César, sache que j'ai choisi mon dieu. Seul le Christ rayonne, l'Unique! Il régit dans sa main la force du del creux, comme le marin serre l'écoute de la voile. Entre vous et le jour, il est. Entre vous et le soleil mort, il est, Unique. N° 3 MUSICIENS (Les Citharèdes) Païan, Lyre d'Or, Arc d'Argent! Seigneur te Délos et te Sminthe, Beau roi chevelu te lumière, Païan! O Apollon! RÉCITANT (Le Saint) Cessez! Cessez, ô citharèdes d'un démon qui n'a plus de char, ni plus de traits, ni plus de nerfs a la lyre et a l'arc, ni plus de diadème sur la honte de son front. Silence! Silence! César, César aux yeux de lynx, je danserai pour tes mages et tes devins, je danserai la passion de ce jeune homme asiatique, de ce prince supplicié car la feuille de ton laurier est comme le fer de la lance qui lui perça le flanc anxieux. De la profondeur de tes yeux, regarde. Écoute, et puis regarde. Ne tremble pas. César, regarde. Et souviens-toi de l'étoile qui fut clouée au cœur vivant du ciel, en gage de la parole radieuse parlée par la bouche de l'Oint. Tu la sauras. N° 4 RÉCITANT (Le Saint) Avez-vous vu celui que j'aime? L'avez-vous vu? Il dit alors «Mon âme est triste jusqu'à la mort. Restez ici et veillez.» Et il se prosterne et dit dans sa prière «Écarte cette coupe de moi, Seigneur. Toutefois, non comme je veux mais comme tu veux.» LES FEMMES DE BYBLOS (Choeur) Ah! Tu pleures le Bien-aimé! Tu pleures l'Archer du Liban. Ô soeurs! O frères! Hélas! Tu pleures Adonis! Il se meurt, le bel Adonis! Il est mort, le bel Adonis Femmes, pleurez! Voyez le bel adolescent Couché dans la pourpre du sang. Donnez les baumes et l'encens. VOX SOLA «Je souffre», il a gémi. Écoute! «Je souffre! Qu'ai-je fait? Je souffre, et je saigne. Le monde est rouge de mon tourment Ah! qu'ai-je fait? Qui m'a frappé? J'expire, je meus, ô beauté! Je meurs, mais pour renaître impérissablement!» LES FEMMES DE BYBLOS (Choeur) Adonis! Adonis! Hélas! Pleurez! Pleurez! RÉCITANT (Le Saint) Et pourquoi cherche-vous parmi les morts celui qui est vivant! Or, Il est là, debout. Il dit N° 5 "Ne pleurez plus ." VOX SOLA Cessez, ô pleureuses! Le monde est lumière, tel qu'il l'annonce. Il renaît dieu, vierge et jeune homme, le Florissant Il renaît, il se renouvelle. O frère des saisons jumelles, debout! La mort est immortelle, dieu, par ton sang. LES FEMMES DE BYBLOS Le dieu, voilà le dieu! Il est debout! N° 6 Chœur CHORUS SYRIACUS Io! Io! Adoniastes! Ô soeurs, ô frères, exultez! Le Seigneur est ressuscité! Il conduit la danse des astres. Io! Io! Déliez vos cheveux, Io! Io! Dénouez vos ceintures, femmes! Du noir Hades où sont les âmes Il nous revient, le Bienheureux. RÉCITANT (Le Saint) Jésus. Jésus, à moi! N° 7 Choeur CHORUSSYRIACUS Il est mort/se meurt, le bel Adonis! Pleurez! Pleurez! Il descend vers la noires portes. Tout ce qui est beau, l'Hades morne l'emporte. Renversez les torches. Eros! Pleurez! Pleurez! Quatrième Mansion LE LAURIER BLESSÉ N° 1 Prélude RÉCITANT (Le Saint) César a dit "Amenez le au bois d'Apollon; liez-le au tronc du plus beau des lauriers; puis décochent contre son corps nu toutes vos flèches jusqu'à ce que vous vidiez les carquois, jusqu'à ce que son corps soit pareil au hérisson sauvage." Oui, mes archers, c'est ce que je veux. Ce sera beau. Oui, je sais revivre. Mais pour revivre, ô Archers, il faut que je meure, il faut que mon destin s'accomplisse, que des mains d'hommes me tuent.. . Vos mains. . . vos mains fraternelles. Je vous le dis, je vous le dis celui qui plus profondément me blesse, plus profondément m'aime. N° 2 Il est là, le Pasteur. Regardez. Il porte la brebis autour de son cou, sur ses épaules. Archers! Rapprochez-vous . La nuit tombe . Il faut qu'on mire de près, de près, pour frapper juste Ne tremblez pas, ne pleurez pas! Mais soyez ivres, soyez ivres de sang, comme dans les combats. Visez de près. Je suis la Cible. Des profondeurs, des profondeurs j'appelle votre amour terrible. N° 3 CHORUS SYRIACUS Hélas! Hélas! Ah! Pleurez, ô femmes de Syrie. Criez «Hélas! ma Seigneurie!» Toutes les fleurs se sont flétries. Il va dans la pâle prairie! Criez! Pleurez! RÉCITANT (Le Saint) Béni soit le premier! Bénie soit l'étoile première! Encore! Votre amour! Votre amour! Encore! Encore! Encore! Encore! Amour éternel! CHORUS SYRIACUS Eros! Pleurez! Il descend vers les noires portes. Tout ce qui est beau, l'Hades morne l'emporte. Renversez les torches. Eros! Pleurez! Cinquième Mansion LE PARADIS N° 1 Interlude N° 2 CHORUS MARTYRUM Gloire! Sous nos armures flamboyez, ô blessures! Qui est celui qui vient? Le lys de la cohorte. Sa tige est la plus forte. Louez le nom qu'il porte Sébastien! CHORUS VIRGINUM Tu es loué. L'étoile de loin parle à l'étoile Et dit un nom le tien. Dieu te couronne. Toute la nuit, comme une goutte A ton front, est dissoute, Sébastien. CHORUS APOSTOLORUM Tu es Saint. Qui te nomme Verra le Fils de l'Homme. Qui sur son cœur te tient, Sourire de ta grâce. Jean t'a donné sa place, Tu boiras dans sa tasse, Sébastien. CHORUS ANGELORUM Tu es beau. Prends six ailes d'Ange, Et viens dans l'échelle Des Feux musiciens, Chanter l'hymne nouvelle Au ciel qui se constelle De tes plaies immortelles, Sébastien. ANIMA SEBASTIANI Je viens, je monte. J'ai des ailes. Tout est blanc. Mon sang est la manne Qui blanchit le désert de Sin. Je suis la goutte, l'étincelle et le fétu. Je suis une âme, Seigneur, Une âme dans ton sein. CHORUS SANCTORUM OMNIUM Louez le Seigneur dans l'immensité de sa force. Louez le Seigneur sur le tympanon et sur l'orgue Louez le Seigneur sur le sistre et sur la cymbale. Louez le Seigneur sur la flûte et sur la cithare. Alléluia. Debussy,Claude/Le Martyre de Saint Sébastien
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【Tags Choucho-P Gumi tL L】 Original Music title Love Trigger Romaji music title Love Trigger Music Lyrics written, Voice edition by 蝶々P (Choucho-P) Music arranged by 蝶々P (Choucho-P) Singer(s) Gumi (Megpoid) Click here for the original Japanese Lyrics English Lyrics (translated by vgboy / vgperson)： A moment ago, I heard my thought circuits gasp; It seems I ve gotten a tad intoxicated by your sweetness Every time I lose sight of the things I ve seen, A pain shoots into my chest... All sorts of things are changing, But at least these feelings, Thankfully, remain the same now... The words dying off, the words remaining, Both danced in the air, flying before my eyes Something s weighing down your branches, you say; I suppose that s mostly resentment... "I can t hold it any more," you say; If you keep worrying, will you pass away? You ve clung on tight, Even though it s put you in pain... Wondering if you might fade away, It honestly makes me sort of worried And so that you ll spit it out, Today, I nudge at you again... I truly do love you, It s almost frightening how much I do I can t give you any proof, But just keep quiet and listen You love me, don t you? Come, now, be honest If you do love me, Then try and give me a kiss Whatever the occasion, my reasoning is simple I just figure I want to see a smile, It s no more and no less than that; So, why is it that we re here? Say, the things we ve thought up... Since we re together, shall we grant them? From clinging on tight, We ve already given it our all Wondering if I can tell you well enough, It honestly makes me sort of worried And so that you ll spit it out, Today, I held you close again... If I need you to live, Then that must surely be the trigger... "I can t hold it any more," you say; If you ll keep worrying, will you say it? If that s how it ll always be, Then I ll just keep being me "I love you so much"; Will you let it all out and say it? For if you simply do that, There ll be such a change to my world... Romaji lyrics (transliterated by vgboy / vgperson)： Shikou kairo, aegu-goe wa sakki kiita Amai amai kimi ni chotto dake yotta you da Mieteta mono ga mienaku naru tabi ni Boku no mune o chikuri to sashiteikunda Iron na koto ga kawatteku Dakedo kono kimochi dake wa Ima demo onnaji de yokatta nante Shindeku kotoba to nokosareta kotoba ga Chuu ni matte boku no me no mae o tondeitta Eda mo tawawa ni minoru you na nantoka tte Ensa no koe mo taigai darou "Mou osaekirenai" nante Nayami tsudzukeru nara icchaeba? Shigamitsuita dake de Kurushisou ni suru kuse ni Kiete shimau kamo na tte Jitsu wa sukoshi dake fuan nanda Sore o hakidasu you ni Kyou mo mata kimi o tsuku Kimi no koto suki da yo Kowai kurai suki da yo Shouko nante nai kedo Damatte mitete yo Boku no koto suki desho? Hora, mae mitai ni Boku no koto suki nara Kisu shite mite yo Donna toki datte riyuu wa tanjun nanda Warau-gao ga mitai toka omou dake de Sore ijou demo sore ika demo nakute Jaa koko ni iru no wa naze nan darou Nee, omoiegaita mono tte Bokura futari nara kanaimasu ka? Shigamitsuita dake de Sude ni seiippai demo ii no Umaku tsutawaru ka tte Jitsu wa sukoshi dake fuan nanda Sore o hakidasu you ni Kyou mo mata dakishimeta Kimi ga boku ni hitsuyou nara Kitto sore ga hikigane da "Mou osaekirenai" nante Nayami tsudzukeru nara icchaeba? Sou sureba itsu datte Boku wa boku de irarerunda "Kimi ga daisuki da" tte Subete sarakedashite icchaeba? Sore dake de boku ga iru Kono sekai wa kawaru kara [Choucho-P, ChouchoP, Chouchou-P, ChouchouP]
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CHAPTER XXXI UP CHAPTER XXXIII CHAPTER XXXII The Pass List Is Out With the end of June came the close of the term and the close of Miss Stacy s rule in Avonlea school. Anne and Diana walked home that evening feeling very sober indeed. Red eyes and damp handkerchiefs bore convincing testimony to the fact that Miss Stacy s farewell words must have been quite as touching as Mr. Phillips s had been under similar circumstances three years before. Diana looked back at the schoolhouse from the foot of the spruce hill and sighed deeply. "It does seem as if it was the end of everything, doesn t it?" she said dismally. "You oughtn t to feel half as badly as I do," said Anne, hunting vainly for a dry spot on her handkerchief. "You ll be back again next winter, but I suppose I ve left the dear old school forever-- if I have good luck, that is." "It won t be a bit the same. Miss Stacy won t be there, nor you nor Jane nor Ruby probably. I shall have to sit all alone, for I couldn t bear to have another deskmate after you. Oh, we have had jolly times, haven t we, Anne? It s dreadful to think they re all over." Two big tears rolled down by Diana s nose. "If you would stop crying I could," said Anne imploringly. "Just as soon as I put away my hanky I see you brimming up and that starts me off again. As Mrs. Lynde says, `If you can t be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can. After all, I dare say I ll be back next year. This is one of the times I KNOW I m not going to pass. They re getting alarmingly frequent." "Why, you came out splendidly in the exams Miss Stacy gave." "Yes, but those exams didn t make me nervous. When I think of the real thing you can t imagine what a horrid cold fluttery feeling comes round my heart. And then my number is thirteen and Josie Pye says it s so unlucky. I am NOT superstitious and I know it can make no difference. But still I wish it wasn t thirteen." "I do wish I was going in with you," said Diana. "Wouldn t we have a perfectly elegant time? But I suppose you ll have to cram in the evenings." "No; Miss Stacy has made us promise not to open a book at all. She says it would only tire and confuse us and we are to go out walking and not think about the exams at all and go to bed early. It s good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think. Prissy Andrews told me that she sat up half the night every night of her Entrance week and crammed for dear life; and I had determined to sit up AT LEAST as long as she did. It was so kind of your Aunt Josephine to ask me to stay at Beechwood while I m in town." "You ll write to me while you re in, won t you?" "I ll write Tuesday night and tell you how the first day goes," promised Anne. "I ll be haunting the post office Wednesday," vowed Diana. Anne went to town the following Monday and on Wednesday Diana haunted the post office, as agreed, and got her letter. "Dearest Diana" [wrote Anne], "Here it is Tuesday night and I m writing this in the library at Beechwood. Last night I was horribly lonesome all alone in my room and wished so much you were with me. I couldn t "cram" because I d promised Miss Stacy not to, but it was as hard to keep from opening my history as it used to be to keep from reading a story before my lessons were learned. "This morning Miss Stacy came for me and we went to the Academy, calling for Jane and Ruby and Josie on our way. Ruby asked me to feel her hands and they were as cold as ice. Josie said I looked as if I hadn t slept a wink and she didn t believe I was strong enough to stand the grind of the teacher s course even if I did get through. There are times and seasons even yet when I don t feel that I ve made any great headway in learning to like Josie Pye! "When we reached the Academy there were scores of students there from all over the Island. The first person we saw was Moody Spurgeon sitting on the steps and muttering away to himself. Jane asked him what on earth he was doing and he said he was repeating the multiplication table over and over to steady his nerves and for pity s sake not to interrupt him, because if he stopped for a moment he got frightened and forgot everything he ever knew, but the multiplication table kept all his facts firmly in their proper place! "When we were assigned to our rooms Miss Stacy had to leave us. Jane and I sat together and Jane was so composed that I envied her. No need of the multiplication table for good, steady, sensible Jane! I wondered if I looked as I felt and if they could hear my heart thumping clear across the room. Then a man came in and began distributing the English examination sheets. My hands grew cold then and my head fairly whirled around as I picked it up. Just one awful moment--Diana, I felt exactly as I did four years ago when I asked Marilla if I might stay at Green Gables--and then everything cleared up in my mind and my heart began beating again--I forgot to say that it had stopped altogether!--for I knew I could do something with THAT paper anyhow. "At noon we went home for dinner and then back again for history in the afternoon. The history was a pretty hard paper and I got dreadfully mixed up in the dates. Still, I think I did fairly well today. But oh, Diana, tomorrow the geometry exam comes off and when I think of it it takes every bit of determination I possess to keep from opening my Euclid. If I thought the multiplication table would help me any I would recite it from now till tomorrow morning. "I went down to see the other girls this evening. On my way I met Moody Spurgeon wandering distractedly around. He said he knew he had failed in history and he was born to be a disappointment to his parents and he was going home on the morning train; and it would be easier to be a carpenter than a minister, anyhow. I cheered him up and persuaded him to stay to the end because it would be unfair to Miss Stacy if he didn t. Sometimes I have wished I was born a boy, but when I see Moody Spurgeon I m always glad I m a girl and not his sister. "Ruby was in hysterics when I reached their boardinghouse; she had just discovered a fearful mistake she had made in her English paper. When she recovered we went uptown and had an ice cream. How we wished you had been with us. "Oh, Diana, if only the geometry examination were over! But there, as Mrs. Lynde would say, the sun will go on rising and setting whether I fail in geometry or not. That is true but not especially comforting. I think I d rather it didn t go on if I failed! Yours devotedly, Anne" The geometry examination and all the others were over in due time and Anne arrived home on Friday evening, rather tired but with an air of chastened triumph about her. Diana was over at Green Gables when she arrived and they met as if they had been parted for years. "You old darling, it s perfectly splendid to see you back again. It seems like an age since you went to town and oh, Anne, how did you get along?" "Pretty well, I think, in everything but the geometry. I don t know whether I passed in it or not and I have a creepy, crawly presentiment that I didn t. Oh, how good it is to be back! Green Gables is the dearest, loveliest spot in the world." "How did the others do?" "The girls say they know they didn t pass, but I think they did pretty well. Josie says the geometry was so easy a child of ten could do it! Moody Spurgeon still thinks he failed in history and Charlie says he failed in algebra. But we don t really know anything about it and won t until the pass list is out. That won t be for a fortnight. Fancy living a fortnight in such suspense! I wish I could go to sleep and never wake up until it is over." Diana knew it would be useless to ask how Gilbert Blythe had fared, so she merely said "Oh, you ll pass all right. Don t worry." "I d rather not pass at all than not come out pretty well up on the list," flashed Anne, by which she meant--and Diana knew she meant--that success would be incomplete and bitter if she did not come out ahead of Gilbert Blythe. With this end in view Anne had strained every nerve during the examinations. So had Gilbert. They had met and passed each other on the street a dozen times without any sign of recognition and every time Anne had held her head a little higher and wished a little more earnestly that she had made friends with Gilbert when he asked her, and vowed a little more determinedly to surpass him in the examination. She knew that all Avonlea junior was wondering which would come out first; she even knew that Jimmy Glover and Ned Wright had a bet on the question and that Josie Pye had said there was no doubt in the world that Gilbert would be first; and she felt that her humiliation would be unbearable if she failed. But she had another and nobler motive for wishing to do well. She wanted to "pass high" for the sake of Matthew and Marilla-- especially Matthew. Matthew had declared to her his conviction that she "would beat the whole Island." That, Anne felt, was something it would be foolish to hope for even in the wildest dreams. But she did hope fervently that she would be among the first ten at least, so that she might see Matthew s kindly brown eyes gleam with pride in her achievement. That, she felt, would be a sweet reward indeed for all her hard work and patient grubbing among unimaginative equations and conjugations. At the end of the fortnight Anne took to "haunting" the post office also, in the distracted company of Jane, Ruby, and Josie, opening the Charlottetown dailies with shaking hands and cold, sinkaway feelings as bad as any experienced during the Entrance week. Charlie and Gilbert were not above doing this too, but Moody Spurgeon stayed resolutely away. "I haven t got the grit to go there and look at a paper in cold blood," he told Anne. "I m just going to wait until somebody comes and tells me suddenly whether I ve passed or not." When three weeks had gone by without the pass list appearing Anne began to feel that she really couldn t stand the strain much longer. Her appetite failed and her interest in Avonlea doings languished. Mrs. Lynde wanted to know what else you could expect with a Tory superintendent of education at the head of affairs, and Matthew, noting Anne s paleness and indifference and the lagging steps that bore her home from the post office every afternoon, began seriously to wonder if he hadn t better vote Grit at the next election. But one evening the news came. Anne was sitting at her open window, for the time forgetful of the woes of examinations and the cares of the world, as she drank in the beauty of the summer dusk, sweet-scented with flower breaths from the garden below and sibilant and rustling from the stir of poplars. The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color looked like that, when she saw Diana come flying down through the firs, over the log bridge, and up the slope, with a fluttering newspaper in her hand. Anne sprang to her feet, knowing at once what that paper contained. The pass list was out! Her head whirled and her heart beat until it hurt her. She could not move a step. It seemed an hour to her before Diana came rushing along the hall and burst into the room without even knocking, so great was her excitement. "Anne, you ve passed," she cried, "passed the VERY FIRST--you and Gilbert both--you re ties--but your name is first. Oh, I m so proud!" Diana flung the paper on the table and herself on Anne s bed, utterly breathless and incapable of further speech. Anne lighted the lamp, oversetting the match safe and using up half a dozen matches before her shaking hands could accomplish the task. Then she snatched up the paper. Yes, she had passed--there was her name at the very top of a list of two hundred! That moment was worth living for. "You did just splendidly, Anne," puffed Diana, recovering sufficiently to sit up and speak, for Anne, starry eyed and rapt, had not uttered a word. "Father brought the paper home from Bright River not ten minutes ago--it came out on the afternoon train, you know, and won t be here till tomorrow by mail--and when I saw the pass list I just rushed over like a wild thing. You ve all passed, every one of you, Moody Spurgeon and all, although he s conditioned in history. Jane and Ruby did pretty well--they re halfway up--and so did Charlie. Josie just scraped through with three marks to spare, but you ll see she ll put on as many airs as if she d led. Won t Miss Stacy be delighted? Oh, Anne, what does it feel like to see your name at the head of a pass list like that? If it were me I know I d go crazy with joy. I am pretty near crazy as it is, but you re as calm and cool as a spring evening." "I m just dazzled inside," said Anne. "I want to say a hundred things, and I can t find words to say them in. I never dreamed of this--yes, I did too, just once! I let myself think ONCE, `What if I should come out first? quakingly, you know, for it seemed so vain and presumptuous to think I could lead the Island. Excuse me a minute, Diana. I must run right out to the field to tell Matthew. Then we ll go up the road and tell the good news to the others." They hurried to the hayfield below the barn where Matthew was coiling hay, and, as luck would have it, Mrs. Lynde was talking to Marilla at the lane fence. "Oh, Matthew," exclaimed Anne, "I ve passed and I m first--or one of the first! I m not vain, but I m thankful." "Well now, I always said it," said Matthew, gazing at the pass list delightedly. "I knew you could beat them all easy." "You ve done pretty well, I must say, Anne," said Marilla, trying to hide her extreme pride in Anne from Mrs. Rachel s critical eye. But that good soul said heartily "I just guess she has done well, and far be it from me to be backward in saying it. You re a credit to your friends, Anne, that s what, and we re all proud of you." That night Anne, who had wound up the delightful evening with a serious little talk with Mrs. Allan at the manse, knelt sweetly by her open window in a great sheen of moonshine and murmured a prayer of gratitude and aspiration that came straight from her heart. There was in it thankfulness for the past and reverent petition for the future; and when she slept on her white pillow her dreams were as fair and bright and beautiful as maidenhood might desire. CHAPTER XXXI UP CHAPTER XXXIII 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 17 41 (Tue)
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CHAPTER XXXIV UP CHAPTER XXXVI CHAPTER XXXV The Winter at Queen s Anne s homesickness wore off, greatly helped in the wearing by her weekend visits home. As long as the open weather lasted the Avonlea students went out to Carmody on the new branch railway every Friday night. Diana and several other Avonlea young folks were generally on hand to meet them and they all walked over to Avonlea in a merry party. Anne thought those Friday evening gypsyings over the autumnal hills in the crisp golden air, with the homelights of Avonlea twinkling beyond, were the best and dearest hours in the whole week. Gilbert Blythe nearly always walked with Ruby Gillis and carried her satchel for her. Ruby was a very handsome young lady, now thinking herself quite as grown up as she really was; she wore her skirts as long as her mother would let her and did her hair up in town, though she had to take it down when she went home. She had large, bright-blue eyes, a brilliant complexion, and a plump showy figure. She laughed a great deal, was cheerful and good-tempered, and enjoyed the pleasant things of life frankly. "But I shouldn t think she was the sort of girl Gilbert would like," whispered Jane to Anne. Anne did not think so either, but she would not have said so for the Avery scholarship. She could not help thinking, too, that it would be very pleasant to have such a friend as Gilbert to jest and chatter with and exchange ideas about books and studies and ambitions. Gilbert had ambitions, she knew, and Ruby Gillis did not seem the sort of person with whom such could be profitably discussed. There was no silly sentiment in Anne s ideas concerning Gilbert. Boys were to her, when she thought about them at all, merely possible good comrades. If she and Gilbert had been friends she would not have cared how many other friends he had nor with whom he walked. She had a genius for friendship; girl friends she had in plenty; but she had a vague consciousness that masculine friendship might also be a good thing to round out one s conceptions of companionship and furnish broader standpoints of judgment and comparison. Not that Anne could have put her feelings on the matter into just such clear definition. But she thought that if Gilbert had ever walked home with her from the train, over the crisp fields and along the ferny byways, they might have had many and merry and interesting conversations about the new world that was opening around them and their hopes and ambitions therein. Gilbert was a clever young fellow, with his own thoughts about things and a determination to get the best out of life and put the best into it. Ruby Gillis told Jane Andrews that she didn t understand half the things Gilbert Blythe said; he talked just like Anne Shirley did when she had a thoughtful fit on and for her part she didn t think it any fun to be bothering about books and that sort of thing when you didn t have to. Frank Stockley had lots more dash and go, but then he wasn t half as good-looking as Gilbert and she really couldn t decide which she liked best! In the Academy Anne gradually drew a little circle of friends about her, thoughtful, imaginative, ambitious students like herself. With the "rose-red" girl, Stella Maynard, and the "dream girl," Priscilla Grant, she soon became intimate, finding the latter pale spiritual-looking maiden to be full to the brim of mischief and pranks and fun, while the vivid, black-eyed Stella had a heartful of wistful dreams and fancies, as aerial and rainbow-like as Anne s own. After the Christmas holidays the Avonlea students gave up going home on Fridays and settled down to hard work. By this time all the Queen s scholars had gravitated into their own places in the ranks and the various classes had assumed distinct and settled shadings of individuality. Certain facts had become generally accepted. It was admitted that the medal contestants had practically narrowed down to three--Gilbert Blythe, Anne Shirley, and Lewis Wilson; the Avery scholarship was more doubtful, any one of a certain six being a possible winner. The bronze medal for mathematics was considered as good as won by a fat, funny little up-country boy with a bumpy forehead and a patched coat. Ruby Gillis was the handsomest girl of the year at the Academy; in the Second Year classes Stella Maynard carried off the palm for beauty, with small but critical minority in favor of Anne Shirley. Ethel Marr was admitted by all competent judges to have the most stylish modes of hair-dressing, and Jane Andrews--plain, plodding, conscientious Jane--carried off the honors in the domestic science course. Even Josie Pye attained a certain preeminence as the sharpest- tongued young lady in attendance at Queen s. So it may be fairly stated that Miss Stacy s old pupil s held their own in the wider arena of the academical course. Anne worked hard and steadily. Her rivalry with Gilbert was as intense as it had ever been in Avonlea school, although it was not known in the class at large, but somehow the bitterness had gone out of it. Anne no longer wished to win for the sake of defeating Gilbert; rather, for the proud consciousness of a well-won victory over a worthy foeman. It would be worth while to win, but she no longer thought life would be insupportable if she did not. In spite of lessons the students found opportunities for pleasant times. Anne spent many of her spare hours at Beechwood and generally ate her Sunday dinners there and went to church with Miss Barry. The latter was, as she admitted, growing old, but her black eyes were not dim nor the vigor of her tongue in the least abated. But she never sharpened the latter on Anne, who continued to be a prime favorite with the critical old lady. "That Anne-girl improves all the time," she said. "I get tired of other girls--there is such a provoking and eternal sameness about them. Anne has as many shades as a rainbow and every shade is the prettiest while it lasts. I don t know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them." Then, almost before anybody realized it, spring had come; out in Avonlea the Mayflowers were peeping pinkly out on the sere barrens where snow-wreaths lingered; and the "mist of green" was on the woods and in the valleys. But in Charlottetown harassed Queen s students thought and talked only of examinations. "It doesn t seem possible that the term is nearly over," said Anne. "Why, last fall it seemed so long to look forward to--a whole winter of studies and classes. And here we are, with the exams looming up next week. Girls, sometimes I feel as if those exams meant everything, but when I look at the big buds swelling on those chestnut trees and the misty blue air at the end of the streets they don t seem half so important." Jane and Ruby and Josie, who had dropped in, did not take this view of it. To them the coming examinations were constantly very important indeed--far more important than chestnut buds or Maytime hazes. It was all very well for Anne, who was sure of passing at least, to have her moments of belittling them, but when your whole future depended on them--as the girls truly thought theirs did-- you could not regard them philosophically. "I ve lost seven pounds in the last two weeks," sighed Jane. "It s no use to say don t worry. I WILL worry. Worrying helps you some--it seems as if you were doing something when you re worrying. It would be dreadful if I failed to get my license after going to Queen s all winter and spending so much money." "_I_ don t care," said Josie Pye. "If I don t pass this year I m coming back next. My father can afford to send me. Anne, Frank Stockley says that Professor Tremaine said Gilbert Blythe was sure to get the medal and that Emily Clay would likely win the Avery scholarship." "That may make me feel badly tomorrow, Josie," laughed Anne, "but just now I honestly feel that as long as I know the violets are coming out all purple down in the hollow below Green Gables and that little ferns are poking their heads up in Lovers Lane, it s not a great deal of difference whether I win the Avery or not. I ve done my best and I begin to understand what is meant by the `joy of the strife. Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing. Girls, don t talk about exams! Look at that arch of pale green sky over those houses and picture to yourself what it must look like over the purply-dark beech-woods back of Avonlea." "What are you going to wear for commencement, Jane?" asked Ruby practically. Jane and Josie both answered at once and the chatter drifted into a side eddy of fashions. But Anne, with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth s own optimism. All the Beyond was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years--each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet. CHAPTER XXXIV UP CHAPTER XXXVI 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 16 38 (Tue)
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【Tags Hachi P tP Gumi】 Original Music Title パンダヒーロー Panda Hero Music Lyrics written, Voice edited by ハチ (Hachi) Music arranged by ハチ (Hachi) Singer Gumi(Megpoid) Click here for the Japanese Lyrics English Lyrics (translated by animeyay)： With pipes made of scrap wood, and rusty car wheels in piles, everyone has gone crazy at the paintings market. While the yellow dartboards are studded with syringe needles, the hands at the home base are keeping themselves busy knitting. If you are ever in trouble, just call that gal. To this playground encircled by transmission towers, a hero of justice, with a fuzzy sense of good (white) and evil (black), will surely arrive, holding a metal baseball bat in her left hand. The dog-shaped radio that emits nothing but noises, and the bunny girl made of flickering neon lights, they have a market price equivalent to one opium seed, which will soon be swallowed to the deepest. "I want one! Please!" If you just hand over a dried-up apple, and grumble in a voice feigning coolness, then I m afraid you re not getting anywhere. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, with smoking smoldering steam and tumultuous eyes. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, she makes her entry as a pinch hitter. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, surely that must be the Panda Hero. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, farewell, day-before-yesterday, here comes a killer line drive! Playing with some androids who are only singing about cannibalism with words, surely our Hero is being despised by others, look, our Hero is being coveted by others. Playing with some androids who are only singing about cannibalism with words, surely our Hero is being despised by others, look, our Hero is being coveted by others. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, I aim but grow giddy at the space between the 3rd Base and the Shortstop. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, she makes her entry as a pinch runner. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, In other words, we re 2 positions away from a complete run. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, I can t suppress my excitement very well! Emotion suppression. Emotion suppression. Emotion suppression. The cat, trapped in a bucket, starts to wail. One after another, people begin to vanish. This is now a game that cannot be fixed or corrected. I m afraid we re not getting anywhere anymore. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, the clamoring prostitutes with eyes of reckless remarks. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, the buzzers and warning lights scatter away like baby spiders. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, it must be the work of the Panda Hero. Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah, farewell, day-before-yesterday, here comes a killer line drive! The damaged cathode ray tube still seems to work. Farewell, day-before-yesterday, here comes a killer line drive! English Lyrics (translated by vgboy / vgperson)： Pipes mixed with scrap, rusted wheels, Crazy in its own ways, a picturesque town Injection needles stuck into a yellow dartboard, And a sewn hand on home base If you find yourself troubled, call for them, On the field enclosed by electric towers A black-and-white hero of unclear morals, A metal bat in their left hand The dog-radio spits out only noise A flickering neon bunny girl The rate is a kind of opium Deeper in, they re gulping it down "One, please, that s my request," And they present a dried-up apple Grumbling in an uncaring voice; Now, there s nowhere to run! Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah Wild eyes smoking steam Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah Here they come, our pinch hitter Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah No mistaking it, that s the Panda Hero Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah So long to yesteryear s killer liner! Speaking only of cannibalism, Playing with singing androids Of course we despise them, our hero, But of course we hope for them - come, hero! Speaking only of cannibalism, Playing with singing androids Of course we despise them, our hero, But of course we hope for them - come, hero! Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah Aim going dizzy between third and shortstop Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah Here they come, our pinch runner Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah In short, we re behind two points Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah And we re left feeling this won t go well... A cat donning a bucket wails, Another, yes, another has vanished By now, there s nothing to be done about this game; Now, there s nowhere to run! Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah A peddling girl with abusive eyes Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah Buzzers, a spider child, warning lights Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah No mistaking it, that s the Panda Hero Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah So long to yesteryear s killer liner! Destroy! Spin! CRT! So long to yesteryear s killer liner! English Lyrics for singing (by vgboy / vgperson)： Pipes mixed in with scrap, n wheels rusted stuck; Here s a town of pictures, all running amok Needles sticking from a long-faded dartboard, And a knitted hand lying on home base If you re ever troubled, you know who to call, At watchtower field, arena for brawls There we find our black-and-white-and-amoral hero, Gripping to a metal bat, left-handed All we hear is noise, barked from a radio; See, a blinking-neon bunny girl What they re dealing in is some kind of opium Deeper inward, they re all gulping it down "I ll be taking one, that s my only request," All they can present s an apple, dried up Grumbling lamentably and going the motions Now, there s nowhere for any to run! Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah Smoking with steam, yes, there s riot in those eyes Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah Now up to bat, it s our pinch hitter Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah We have no doubts, that s our Panda Hero Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah So long to yesteryear s killer liner! Cannibalism s the only word that they ll say With singing androids, that s who they choose to play Well, of course we do despise them - yes, our one hero, But, of course we long to see them - come, our one hero! Cannibalism s the only word that they ll say With singing androids, that s who they choose to play Well, of course we do despise them - yes, our one hero, But, of course we long to see them - come, our one hero! Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah From third to shortstop, our aim is going wild Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah Now on the base, it s our pinch runner Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah To put it simply, we re two points behind Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah We ve got a feeling that this just won t end well... Adorned with a bucket, a cat wails loud, One, oh yes, another has now been stricken out Now there s surely not a chance to turn this game s tables; Now, there s nowhere for any to run! Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah A peddling girl, glaring eyes so harsh and stark Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah Buzzers, a spider child, warning lights Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah We have no doubts, that s our Panda Hero Pa-pa-pa-lah, pa-pa-pa-la-pah So long to yesteryear s killer liner! Break to pieces, run the bases, smash the CRT! So long to yesteryear s killer liner! Romaji lyrics (transliterated by vgboy / vgperson)： Haizai ni paipu sabita sharin Meimei ni kurutta gaiga no ichi Kiiroi daatsu-ita ni chuusha no hari to Hoomu beesu ni houshi no te O-komari naraba aitsu o yobe Soudentou ga kakomu guraundo Shirokuro aimai na seigi no hiiroo Hidari-te ni wa kinzoku batto Noizu dake haite inu-rajio Furafura ni neon banii gaaru Souba wa opiumu no tanehitotsubu Oku no hou ni nomareteiku "Hitotsu tanomu ze, o-negai da" Karakara no ringo sashidashite Nandemonai you na koe de guzutte Saa doko ni mo ikenai na Pappappara papaparapa Kenmuru jouki kensou no me Pappappara papaparapa Koko de toujou pinchi hittaa Pappappara papaparapa Are wa kitto Panda Hiiroo Pappappara papaparapa Saraba ototoi satsujin rainaa Kanibarizumu to kotoba dake Utau andoroido to asonderu Kitto kirawaretenda waga hiiroo Kitto nozomaretenda hora hiiroo Kanibarizumu to kotoba dake Utau andoroido to asonderu Kitto kirawaretenda waga hiiroo Kitto nozomaretenda hora hiiroo Pappappara papaparapa Nerai kuramu san-yuukan Pappappara papaparapa Koko de toujou pinchi rannaa Pappappara papaparapa Tsumari ni-ten bihaindo Pappappara papaparapa Umaku ikanai kanjou seigen Baketsu kabutta neko ga naku Hitori mata hitori kieteiku Imasara doushiyou mo nai kono geemu Saa doko ni mo ikenai na Pappappara papaparapa Kanaru baita bougen no me Pappappara papaparapa Buzaa kumo no shi keihoutou Pappappara papaparapa Are wa kitto Panda Hiiroo Pappappara papaparapa Saraba ototoi satsujin rainaa Kowashite maware Buraun-kan Saraba ototoi satsujin rainaa
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ふぉーがっとぅん [ TAG Alp-F E-A Miku OreP title] Music OreP/オレP Lyric OreP/オレP Arrange OreP/オレP Vocal Hatsune Miku Videos PVs ■ Show/Hide Video http //www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm1762073 http //www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm1762073 Translations ■ Show/Hide Romaji kuraku samui heya uzukumaru watashi no "itsuka mata yonde kureru" sono tsubuyaki ga kasureteru watashi to deatta ano shunkan wo anata wa ima demo oboete imasu ka watashi niwa kotoba wa nai keredo kono utagoe wa aru kara ganbaru kara watashi ni uta wo oshie te "kon-nanimo kanashii no nara deawana kereba yokatta na ..." ano hi anata to mitsumete ta mirai eno omoi wo hasete ... todoke tai kono koe wo watashi no merodi (melody) wo kedo kitto kono kimochi mou utae nai kono heya no doa (door) anata wa mada ake nai "ashita koso wa kite kureru" hoo ni shizuku ga tsutatte ku ... watashi no utagoe wo kiita ano toki no anata no hohoemi wa wasure nai kara watashi ni karada wa nai keredo omou kokoro wa aru kara hitori wa iya watashi ni oto wo atae te "kon-nanimo sabishii no nara umarenakereba yokatta na ..." deatta toki no omoi ga namida to tomo ni afurete ku utai tai ano uta wo anata e no omoi wo watashi ni wa ano kioku mada nokotteru watashi ni mirai wa nai no ka na kono utagoe ga aru noni onegai na no "anata no oto wo kikase te ..." ... watashi no negau koe dake ga shizuka ni sotto kodama suru kon-nanimo setsunai noni nukumori wa moo todoka nai ... futari de tsukutta ano uta wa watashi no hatsune (substituted as "oto") ni nokotteru anata ga kure ta oto dake wa watashi no mune no okufukaku ... 09-07-14 Checked by damesukekun 2009-07-14 22 49 Generated automatically [部分編集] ■ Show/Hide Translation Forgotten... 2009-07-15 First Entry 2009-08-12 21 46 22 (Wed) Last update Translated by damesukekun Title Forgotten... Lyric In a dark and cold room I m crouching and mutter "do you call me again?" with a feeble voice Do you still remember the moment when you met me first? I was not formed to speak words but I do have this singing voice so, please give me singing lessons, I ll do my best "I shouldn t have met you cause I m so sad..." I m thinking of the the future that I was looking at with you that day... I want to send this voice and my melody to you, but I can t sing my heart anymore You don t open the door of this room yet I mutter, "do you come tomorrow or never?" and the drops of tears run down my cheeks... I never forget your smile you made when you heard my singing voice I don t have a real body but I do have this feeling heart so don t leave me alone, give me your sounds "I shouldn t have been born cause I feel so lonely" the feeling of meeting you first is pouring over with tears I want to sing that song and the sincere heart to you that memory still remains within me Isn t there any future for me even I have this singing voice? please, "let me listen to your sound..." ...Only my voice wishing for you echoes lightly and quietly I feel so heart-breaking but your warmth doesn t reach me anymore... That song we created together remains as my first sound and only the sounds you gave me stays in my deep heart... Note This translation is by permission of the composer. 作者様のご了解のもと翻訳しました。 I paraphrased some sentences. I tried to correspond what English listeners would feel with that of Japanese listeners. Comment If you have any advise or opinion for this post please write here.この投稿に対して助言、ご意見などありましたらこちらに書き込んで下さい。 Name Comment すべてのコメントを見る あ・・・スペルミス直しておきました。どうもです。 -- (damesukekun) 2009-07-25 20 44 29 スペルチェックしました。 Note の sentenses は sentences ですね -- (BookPeople) 2009-07-16 11 40 39 Last modified 2009-08-12 21 46 22 (Wed) Original Lyric, Nicosound MP3, etc http //www5.atwiki.jp/hmiku/pages/191.html http //nicosound.anyap.info/sound/sm1762073 http //www.nicomimi.com/play/sm1762073 Sub video, PV, other fan made video in YouTube http //www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkLDXsz6feI [Add] http //www.youtube.com/watch/xxxxxxxxx ADD LINK すべてのコメントを見る http //www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkLDXsz6feI (Information in this page is based on HatsuneMiku@Wiki) _