Forms: 6-11
Objectives: -to increase the pupils’ cultural level;
-to get acquainted with the English poetry;
-to develop pupils’ thinking skills and their skills of giving an opinion;
-to improve pupils’ pronunciation;
-to develop pupils’ memory;
-to stimulate learner’s interest;
-to develop pupils’ interest towards the culture of other country.
Form 6
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I don't like spiders, snakes, or frogs.
I don't like birds. I don't like dogs.
I don't like foxes, flies, or bats.
I don't like fish. I don't like cats.
Foxes, dogs, and cats are hairy.
Spiders, snakes, and bats are scary.
Fish and frogs are cold and wet.
Birds are not my favourite pet.
I've got one animal in my house.
What is it? Yes, it's my ....
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Where Are You Going?
Where are you going, my little cat?
- I am going to town to get me a hat!
- What! A hat for a cat! A cat in a hat!
- Who ever saw a cat in a hat?
Where are you going, my little kittens?
- We are going, in town to get us some mittens?
- What! Mittens for kittens! Do kittens wear mittens?
- Who ever saw little kittens with mittens?
Where are you going, my little pig?
- I am going to town to get me a wig!
- What! A wig for a pig?
Who ever saw a pig in a wig?
Eliza L.Follen
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Form 7
The Swing
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
O, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside —
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown —
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down.
Robert L Stevenson
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Travelling
I like to ride in a bright red tram
On a fine and sunny day
And hear it going clang! clang! clang!
When some one is in the way.
I like to ride in a railway train
Through tunnels dark and wide,
Over the bridges crossing the river.
I feel so safe inside.
But an in airplane is the best of all,
It flies so very high
That people look like tiny dots,
And clouds go sailing by.
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Form 8
Swimming
When all the days are hot and long
And robin bird has ceased his song.
I go swimming every day
And have the finest kind of play.
I've learned to dive and I can float
As easily as does a boat;
I splash and plunge and laugh and shout
Till Daddy tells me to come out.
It's much too soon; I'd like to cry
For I can see the ducks go by,
And Daddy Duck — how I love him —
He lets his children swim and swim!
I feel that I would be in luck
If I could only be a duck!
Clinton Scollard
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A Child’s Wish
I want to live and not to die!
I want to laugh and not to cry!
I want to feel the summer sun.
I want to sing when life is fun.
I want to fly into the blue.
I want to swim as fishes do.
I want to stretch out friendly hands
To all the young of other lands.
I want to live and not to die!
I want to laugh and not to cry!
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Form 9
Twilight
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lover's vows
Seem sweet in every whispered word;
And gentle winds, and waters near,
Make music to the lonely ear.
Each flower the dews have lightly wet,
And in the sky the stars are met,
And on the wave is deeper blue,
And on the leaf a browner hue,
And in the heaven that clear obscure,
So softly dark, and darkly pure,
Which follows the decline of day,
As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
George G. Byron
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My Heart in The Highlands
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe —
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birthplace of valour, the country of worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe —
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Robert Burns
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Form 10
The Arrow and The Song
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where,
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of a song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak,
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Henry W. Longfellow
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To A False Friend
Our hands have met, but not our hearts;
Our hands will never meet again.
Friends, if we have ever been.
Friends we cannot now remain.
I only know I loved you once,
I only know I loved in vain;
Our hands have met, but not our hearts;
Our hands will never meet again.
Thomas Wood
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Form 11
A Man Is Made
A man is made
Of flesh and blood
Of eyes and bones and water.
The very same things make his son
As those that make his daughter.
A tree is made
Of leaf and sap,
Of bark and fruit and berries.
It keeps a bird's nest in its boughs
And blackbirds eat the cherries.
A table's made
Of naked wood
Planned smooth as milk. I wonder
If tables ever dream of sun,
Of wind, and rain, and thunder?
And when man makes
His axe and strikes
And sets the sawdust flying —
Is it a table being born?
Or just a tree that's dying?
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Life In A Love
Escape me?
Never —
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loath,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up and begin again, —
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope goes to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me —
Ever
Removed!
Robert Browning
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