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Конкурс 2013 (5-6 кл)
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| Админ | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 00:29 | Сообщение # 21 |
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Robert Frost
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
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| Админ | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 00:29 | Сообщение # 22 |
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She Walks In Beauty
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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 mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
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One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd 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.
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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!
J. G. Byron
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| Админ | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 00:29 | Сообщение # 23 |
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Э.В. Киншакова, т.В. Кузнецова "Поем и говорим по-английски"
What do you want to be?
Tell me, please, if you are free.
I want to be an actor,
I like to sing and dance.
I will be a director,
I won't lose my chance.
What do you want to be?
Tell me, please, if you are free
He wants to be a sailor
To go far away.
She wants to be a tailor
To sew a dress they say.
Engineers, actors, sailors,
Singers, doctors, businessmen,
Pilots, drivers, workers, tailors -
Choose your profession if you can.
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| Админ | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 00:29 | Сообщение # 24 |
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Текст стихотворения:
Э.В. Киншакова, т.В. Кузнецова "Поем и говорим по-английски"
"What is good?" and "What is bad?"
Peter asks his dear dad.
When you try to be polite,
Dad will answer: "You are right!"
If your words are rude and bad,
Dad will punish you for that.
If you do your best at school,
You will never be a fool!
If you always take too long,
Dad will answer^"You are wrong!"
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| Админ | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 00:29 | Сообщение # 25 |
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Текст стихотворения:
Lenka - Everything At Once
As sly as a fox, as strong as an ox
As fast as a hare, as brave as a bear
As free as a bird, as mean as a word
As quiet as a mouse, as big as a house
As mean as a wolf, as sharp as a tooth
As deep as a bite, as dark as the night
As sweet as a song, as right as a wrong
As long as a road, as ugly as a toad
As pretty as a picture hanging from a fixture
Strong like a family, strong as I wanna be
Bright as day, as light as play
As hard as nails, as grand as a whale
As long as the sun, as silly as fun
As cool as a tree, as scary as the sea
As hot as fire, cold as ice
Sweet as sugar and everything nice
As old as time, as straight as a line
As royal as a queen, as buzzed as a bee
As stealth as a tiger, smooth as a glider
Pure as a melody, pure as I wanna be
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| Админ | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 00:30 | Сообщение # 26 |
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Eleanor Farjeon
Books
What worlds of wonder are our
books!
As one opens them and looks,
New ideas and people rise
In our fancies and our eyes.
The room we sit in melts away,
And we find ourselves at play
With some one who, before the
end,
May become our chosen friend.
Or we sail along the page
To some other land or age.
Here’s our body in the chair,
But our mind is over there.
Each book is a magic box
Which with a touch a child
unlocks.
In between their outside covers
Books hold all things for their
lovers.
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| Админ | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 00:30 | Сообщение # 27 |
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Turn Off the TV!
by Bruce Lansky
My father gets quite mad at me;
my mother gets upset--
when they catch me watching
our new television set.
My father yells, "Turn that thing off!"
Mom says, "It's time to study."
I'd rather watch my favorite TV show
with my best buddy.
I sneak down after homework
and turn the set on low.
But when she sees me watching it,
my mom yells out, "No!"
Dad says, "If you don't turn it off,
I'll hang it from a tree!"
I rather doubt he'll do it,
'cause he watches more than me.
He watches sports all weekend,
and weekday evenings too,
while munching chips and pretzels--
the room looks like a zoo.
So if he ever got the nerve
to hang it from a tree,
he'd spend a lot of time up there--
watching it with me.
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| Админ | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 00:30 | Сообщение # 28 |
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9. Why I smile
I smile because the world is fair
Because the sky is blue
Becouse I find no matter where
I go, the friens that's true
I smile becouse the earth is green
The sun so near and bright
Because the days that o'er us lean
Are full of warm and light
I smile as past the yards I go
Thought strange and new the place
The violets seem my syep to know
And look up in my face
I smile to hear the robin's note
He comes so newly dressed
I love song throbbing in his throat
A rose pinned on his breast
And so the truth I'll not disown,
Because the spring is night;
My heart has some what better grown,and I forget to sigh.
by Mrs.J.I.McKinney/
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Gold Leaves
G.K. Chesterton
Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.
But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.
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