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Конкурс 2013 (3-4 кл)
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The Swing
(by Robert Louis Stevenson)
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, 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!


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Holiday Memories

When I was on holiday
I went to Timbuktu,
I wrestled with a jaguar
And boxed a kangaroo.

I heard a mermaid singing,
I fought a killer shark,
I grappled with a Grizzly
In a wild Safari Park.

I chased a band of pirates
Completely round the bend.
And now the summer’s over
And so is this – THE END.

by June Crebbin


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Bed in Summer
(by Robert Louis Stevenson)

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?


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My house (автор Н.У)

Let's go to my house.
Let's go today.
I'll show you all the rooms
Where we work and play.
Here is the kitchen
Where Mother cooks for me.
Here is the living room
Where I watch TV.
Here is the dining room.
We eat here every day.
And this room is my room
Where I sleep and play.


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Planet Roll Call

Nine planets around the sun,
Listen as I call each one:
Mercury? Here! Number one,
Closest planet to the sun.
Venus? Here! Number two,
Shining bright, just like new!
Earth? Here! Number three,
Earth is home to you and me.
Mars? Here! Number four,
Red and ready to explore!
Jupiter? Here! Number five,
Largest planet, that's no jive!
Saturn? Here! Number six,
With rings of dust and ice that mix.
Uranus? Here! Number seven,
A planet tilted high in heaven.
Neptune? Here! Number eight,
With one dark spot whose size is great.
Pluto? Here! Number nine,
The smallest and the last in line!


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The Wind.
Who is the wind?
Does anyone know?
Where does he come from?
And where does he go?
Does he live in a cave,
Does he talk with the sun,
Are the breezes his children,
And does he have fun
With the millions of people
He meets every day?
I think that he must-
In his own windy way!


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A Terrible Day

It’s raining now.
I’m getting wet.
I want to be
In my bed.

Oh what terrible weather!
What a terrible day!
My feet are cold
And the sky is grey.

What an oful day!
The wind just blows
And never tires.
I want to be
Beside the fire.


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All My Senses

I stand beside the doorway,
And what do you think I see?
The chirp- chirp-chirp of grasshoppers
Which sound so very near!
I look outside the window,
And what do you think I see?
A robin, hop-hop-hoping
Beneath the maple tree!
I`m happy I have ears and nose
And tongue and hands and eyes!
With all my senses I enjoy
The world that round me lies.

(By Ilo Orleans)


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Mammy`s Birthday.

T was Mammy`s birthday yesterday,
We had such lovely fun,
I don`t exactly know her age,
I think it`s twenty one!

We had a picnic in the fields
And cake and sweets for tea,
And Mummy told us lots of tales
Under a shady tree.

Then Mummy played with Nell and me
A game of “hide-and-seek”,
I only wish that we could have
A birthday every week!


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The Old Oak Tree

Bluebirds are singing,
Robins are swinging
Up in the old are tree.
Woodpeckers are tapping,

Crows wings are flapping
On the top of an old oak tree.
Thrushes are nesting,
Swallows are resting,

In the branches of old oak tree.
All birds of the air
Are making their homes there,
In a big, kind old oak tree.


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My Puppy Dog

I have a little puppy dog,
His coat is white and brown.
He wears a collar and a Lead,
When I take him to the town.

And when the policeman waves his hand
For us to cross the street,
He never tries to pull away,
But walks beside my feet.

And when at last we' re home again
And l sit down to tea,
My puppy sits beside my chair,
He never bothers me.


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A.Pushkin
“The tale of the dead princess and the seven knights”

With his suite the Tsar departed.
The Tsaritsa tender-hearted
At the window sat alone,
Wishing he would hurry home.
All day every day she waited,
Gazing till her dedicated
Eyes grew weak from overstrain,
Gazing at the empty plain.
Not a sign of her beloved!
Nothing but the snowflakes hurried
Heaping drifts upon the lea.
Earth was white as white could be.


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People sometimes say to me:
Tell me, what do you want to be?
I usually answer, I don’t know,
But it isn’t really so:
I want to win an Olympic race,
I want to see the Earth from space,
I want to travel to Timbuktu,
I want to be rich and famous, too.
I want to star on Hollywood’s screen,
I want to invent a new machine,
I want to be very clever and wise,
I want to win the Nobel Prize.
But most of all, I want to be
Health and strong and happy!


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My House

Let's go to my house.
Let's go today.
I'll show you all the rooms
Where we work and play.

Here is the kitchen
Where Mother cooks for me.
Here is the living room
Where I watch TV.

Here is the dining room.
We eat here every day.
And this room is my room
Where I sleep and play.


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Robert Louis Stevenson

The Sun's Travels

The sun is not a-bed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.

While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.

And when at eve I rise form tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
And all the children in the west
Are getting up and being dressed.


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The Rabbit

Brown bunny sites inside his burrow
Till everything is still,
Then out he slips along the furrow,
Or up the grassy hill.

He nibbles all about the bushes,
Or sits to wash his face,
But at a sound he stamps, and rushes
At a surprising pace.

You see some little streaks and flashes,
A last sharp twink of white,
And down his hidy-hole he dashes
And disappears from sight.

Edith King


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Robert Louis Stevenson

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?


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Green

Green is the grass
and the watermelon skin,
fourth colour in the rainbow,
the emeralds in a ring.

Bright green apples
are bitter to the tongue,
but spinach and broccoli-
I eat them up yum!

Green mold is medicine
known as penicillin,
and water fights with
green balloons sure are thrillin'


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When good King Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly king;
He stole three pecks of barley-meal
To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuffed it well with plums;
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.

The King and Queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,
The Queen next morning fried.


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She Walks In Beauty like the night (Lord Byron)

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!


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