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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 20:59 | Сообщение # 26 |
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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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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 20:59 | Сообщение # 27 |
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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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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 20:59 | Сообщение # 28 |
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R. Kipling
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I Keep six honest serving-men:
(They taught me all I knew)
Their names are What and Where and When
And How and Why and Who
I send them over land and sea,
I send them east and west;
But after they have worked for me,
I give them all a rest.
I let them rest from nine till five.
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men:
But different folk have different views:
I know a person small -
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all!
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 21:00 | Сообщение # 29 |
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Esenin S.(перевод Агапова А.С.)
There"s the silly elation,
The garden the windows look on!
Soundless sunset reflection
Swims in the pool, like a swan.
Greetings, golden serenity,
Shadows of trees, black as tar!
Crows on the roof, in sincerity,
Hold vespers in praise of the star.
Timidly, over the garden
Where the guelder-rose springs,
A girl in a snow-white garment
A beautiful melody sings.
Like a blue gown, the evening
Cold from the meadow sweeps...
Happiness, sweet silly feeling!
Virginal blush of the cheeks!
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| Администратор | Дата: Понедельник, 28.10.2013, 21:00 | Сообщение # 30 |
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.Wind on the Hill
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes...
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.
(Alan Alexander Milne)
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 20:54 | Сообщение # 31 |
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Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
How could he see where to go,
If you did not twinkle so?
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
'Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark.
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 20:54 | Сообщение # 32 |
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If I Were King
by A. A. Milne
I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.
If only I were King of Spain,
I'd take my hat off in the rain.
If only I were King of France,
I wouldn't brush my hair for aunts.
I think, if I were King of Greece,
I'd push things off the mantelpiece.
If I were King of Norroway,
I'd ask an elephant to stay.
If I were King of Babylon,
I'd leave my button gloves undone.
If I were King of Timbuctoo,
I'd think of lovely things to do.
If I were King of anything,
I'd tell the soldiers, "I'm the King!"
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 20:54 | Сообщение # 33 |
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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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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 20:54 | Сообщение # 34 |
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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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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 20:54 | Сообщение # 35 |
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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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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 20:55 | Сообщение # 36 |
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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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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 20:55 | Сообщение # 37 |
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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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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 20:55 | Сообщение # 38 |
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The wind
The wind shook the house,
The house was shaken.
We took what we could,
Not everything was taken.
We lost our pets
And that day they were not found.
The wind broke down our house,
It was thrown to the ground.
Then we built a new house,
It was built too fast to tell.
We did the work together,
It was done very well.
We invited all our friends,
Our friends were invited.
All of them came with presents,
We were happy and excited.
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 20:55 | Сообщение # 39 |
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The Quarrel (УМК Верещагина)
I quarreled with my brother,
I don't know what about,
One thing led to another
And somehow we fell out.
The start of it was slight,
The end of it was strong,
He said he was right,
I knew he was wrong!
We hated one another.
The afternoon turned black.
Then suddenly my brother
Thumped me on the back.
And said, "Oh, come along!
We can't go on all night-
I was in the wrong."
So he was in the right.
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| Администратор | Дата: Вторник, 29.10.2013, 20:55 | Сообщение # 40 |
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Just like a cold noreaster
At first she'll sting,
And then a single salty tear
The heart will wring.
The evil heart will pity
Something and then regret.
But this light-headed sadness
It will not forget.
I only sow. To harvest.
Others will come. And yes!
The lovely group of harvesters
May true God bless.
And that more perfectly I could
Give to you gratitude,
Allow me to give the world
Loveincorruptible.
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 30.10.2013, 00:39 | Сообщение # 41 |
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Humpty Dumpty – детская английская народная песенка
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 30.10.2013, 00:40 | Сообщение # 42 |
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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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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 30.10.2013, 00:40 | Сообщение # 44 |
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The Months
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy damns.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.
Hot july brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm september brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasents,
Then to gather nuts is pleasent.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
Sara Coleridge
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 30.10.2013, 00:41 | Сообщение # 45 |
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Messy Room by Shel Silverstein
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
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| Администратор | Дата: Среда, 30.10.2013, 00:42 | Сообщение # 46 |
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I smile because the world is fair;
Because the sky is blue.
Because I find, no matter where
I go, a friend that’s true.
I smile because the earth is green,
The sun so near and bright,
Because the days that o’er us lean
Are full of warmth and light.
I smile as past the yards I go,
Though strange and new the place,
The violets seem my step to know,
And look up in my face.
I smile to hear the robin’s note.
He comes so newly dressed,
A love song throbbing in his throat,
A rose pinned on his breast.
And so the truth I’ll not disown,
Because the spring is nigh;
My heart has somewhat better grown,
And I forget to sigh.
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When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away!
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.
When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down;
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among;
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young.
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| Администратор | Дата: Четверг, 31.10.2013, 17:57 | Сообщение # 48 |
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9.R. Kipling
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I Keep six honest serving-men:
(They taught me all I knew)
Their names are What and Where and When
And How and Why and Who
I send them over land and sea,
I send them east and west;
But after they have worked for me,
I give them all a rest.
I let them rest from nine till five.
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men:
But different folk have different views:
I know a person small -
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all!
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