PHRASAL VERBS IN VIRGINIA WOOLF’S FICTION: THE WAVES: Page 8
Publicat el 3 de juliol de 2014 per ealonso
THE WAVES: page 8
In this page, there are six phrasal verbs: tie down, wander off, slip away, rise up, lie down, and look over.
To lie down:
meaning: to stop someone from being free to do what they want
text: “I am TIED DOWN with words”
USE: completion To wander off: meaning: to move away from a place where you are usually.
text” But you WANDER OFF”
USE: in an outward but an unspecified direction To slip away: meaning: to leave secretly
text: “you SLIP AWAY”
USE: movement from a given place To rise up: meaning: to move to a higher position
text: ” you RISE UP higher, with words”
USE:basic To lie down: meaning: to be in a position in which your body is flat on a surface
text :”It LIES DOWN there ever …”
USE:basic To look over: meaning: to examine something, usually quickly
text: “Look over the wall”
USE:completion
text: “I am TIED DOWN with words”
USE: completion To wander off: meaning: to move away from a place where you are usually.
text” But you WANDER OFF”
USE: in an outward but an unspecified direction To slip away: meaning: to leave secretly
text: “you SLIP AWAY”
USE: movement from a given place To rise up: meaning: to move to a higher position
text: ” you RISE UP higher, with words”
USE:basic To lie down: meaning: to be in a position in which your body is flat on a surface
text :”It LIES DOWN there ever …”
USE:basic To look over: meaning: to examine something, usually quickly
text: “Look over the wall”
USE:completion
those pale flowers to which moths come in the evening. Yours grow full and brim and never break. But I am already set on my pursuit. I see insects in the grass. Though my mother still knits white socks for me and hems pinafores and I am a child, I love and I hate.”
“But when we sit together, close,” said Bernard, “we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.”
“I see the beetle,” said Susan. “It is black, I see; it is green, I see; I am TIED DOWN with single words. But you WANDER OFF; you SLIP AWAY; you RISE UP higher, with words and words and phrases.”
“Now,” said Bernard, “let us explore. There is the white house lying among the trees. It LIES DOWN there ever so far beneath us. We shall sink like swimmers just touching the ground with the tips of their toes. We shall sink through the green air of the leaves, Susan. We sink as we run. The waves close over us, the beech leaves meet above our heads. There is the stable clock with its gilt hands shining. Those are the flats and heights of the roofs of the great house. There is the stable-boy clattering in the yard in rubber boots. That is Elvedon.
“Now we have fallen through the tree-tops to the earth. The air no longer rolls its long, unhappy, purple waves over us. We touch earth; we tread ground. That is the close-clipped hedge of the ladies’ garden. There they walk at noon, with sccissors, clipping roses. Now we are in the ringed wood with the wall round it. This is Elvedon. I have seen signposts at the crossroads with one arm pointing “To Elvedon”. No one has been there. The ferns smell very strong, and there are red funguses growing beneath them. Now we wake the sleeping daws who have never seen a human form; now we tread on rotten oak apples, red with age and slippery. There is a ring of wall round this wood; nobody comes here. Listen! That is the flop of a giant toad in the undergrowth; that is the patter of some primeval fir-cone falling to rot among the ferns.
“Put your foot on this brick. LOOK OVER the wall. That is Elvedon. The lady sits between the two long windows, writing. The gardeners sweep the lawn with giant brooms. We are the first to come here. We are the discoverers of the unknown land. Do not stir; if the gardeners saw us they would shoot us. We should be nailed like stoats to the stable door. Look! Do not move. Grasp the ferns tight on the top of the wall.”
“I see the lady writing. I see the gardeners sweeping,” said Susan. “If we died here, nobody would bury us.”
“Run!” said Bernard. “Run!” The gardener with the black beard has seen us! We shall be shot! We shall be shot like jays and pinned to the
“But when we sit together, close,” said Bernard, “we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.”
“I see the beetle,” said Susan. “It is black, I see; it is green, I see; I am TIED DOWN with single words. But you WANDER OFF; you SLIP AWAY; you RISE UP higher, with words and words and phrases.”
“Now,” said Bernard, “let us explore. There is the white house lying among the trees. It LIES DOWN there ever so far beneath us. We shall sink like swimmers just touching the ground with the tips of their toes. We shall sink through the green air of the leaves, Susan. We sink as we run. The waves close over us, the beech leaves meet above our heads. There is the stable clock with its gilt hands shining. Those are the flats and heights of the roofs of the great house. There is the stable-boy clattering in the yard in rubber boots. That is Elvedon.
“Now we have fallen through the tree-tops to the earth. The air no longer rolls its long, unhappy, purple waves over us. We touch earth; we tread ground. That is the close-clipped hedge of the ladies’ garden. There they walk at noon, with sccissors, clipping roses. Now we are in the ringed wood with the wall round it. This is Elvedon. I have seen signposts at the crossroads with one arm pointing “To Elvedon”. No one has been there. The ferns smell very strong, and there are red funguses growing beneath them. Now we wake the sleeping daws who have never seen a human form; now we tread on rotten oak apples, red with age and slippery. There is a ring of wall round this wood; nobody comes here. Listen! That is the flop of a giant toad in the undergrowth; that is the patter of some primeval fir-cone falling to rot among the ferns.
“Put your foot on this brick. LOOK OVER the wall. That is Elvedon. The lady sits between the two long windows, writing. The gardeners sweep the lawn with giant brooms. We are the first to come here. We are the discoverers of the unknown land. Do not stir; if the gardeners saw us they would shoot us. We should be nailed like stoats to the stable door. Look! Do not move. Grasp the ferns tight on the top of the wall.”
“I see the lady writing. I see the gardeners sweeping,” said Susan. “If we died here, nobody would bury us.”
“Run!” said Bernard. “Run!” The gardener with the black beard has seen us! We shall be shot! We shall be shot like jays and pinned to the
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