Конкурс чтецов по английскому языку The Beauty of Poetry

The beauty of poetry is the beauty of language

В1: Good day, dear friends! Today we are going to have a lesson of Poetry and Music. . You will recite and listen to different poems of the English and American poets of different times, and listen to beautiful modern songs.

В2: Добрый день, дорогие друзья! Сегодня мы проводим день поэзии и музыки. Вы услышите различные красивые стихотворения английских и американских классиков, современных поэтов и услышите любимые песни наших учащихся.

В1: А жюри конкурса в составе … помогут нам оценить выразительность и умение читать английские стихотворения.

В2: «The crown of literature is Poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the achievement of beauty» said the famous British writer William Somerset Maugham, the classic of British literature.

B1: Britain has many classical poets famous all over the world. They are William Shakespeare, Lord Byron, Robert Burns, Henry Longfello, Thomas Moor, William Wordsworth and many others.

В2: .Давайте начнем с неизменных классиков британской литературы.

1)      William Shakespeare “Sonnet 81”

Or I shall live your epitaph to make

Or you survive when I in earth am rotten

From hence your memory death cannot take

Although in me each part will be forgotten.

Your name from hence immortal life

Though I once gone to all the world must die

The earth can yield me but a common grave

When you entombed in men’s eyes shall lie.

2)      Lord Byron. She walks in beauty

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. 

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!

3)      William Blake. Nurse’s song

When voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
‘Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away,
Till the morning appears in the skies.’

‘No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all covered with sheep.’
‘Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.’

4)      Henry Longfellow. Twilight.

The twilight is sad and cloudy,
The wind blows wild and free,
And like the wings of sea-birds
Flash the white caps of the sea.

But in the fisherman's cottage
There shines a ruddier light,
And a little face at the window
Peers out into the night.

Close, close it is pressed to the window,
As if those childish eyes
Were looking into the darkness,
To see some form arise.

5)      Henry Longfellow. 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 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.

B3: “Poetry is emotion put into measure The emotion must come by nature, but the measure can be acquired by art” said Thomas Hardly. Поэзия – это эмоции положенные на размер. Эмоции идут от природы, размер – от искусства. А мы продолжаем.

6) N. H. Davies      Leisure

What is this life if, full of care

We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the bouth

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass

No time to see in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at beauty’s glance

And watch her feet, how they can dance

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care

We have no time to stand and stare.

7) Henry Wordsworth. Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

8) William Wordsworth. She was a phantom of delight

She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the chearful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.

B4: Today we must remember a famous Scottish poet famous all over the world with his famous lines. Сегодня мы не можем не вспомнить известного шотландского поэта и барда, известного во всем мире.

9) Robert Burns. A red, red

O, my Love’s like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June:   

O, my Love’s like a melody

that’s sweetly played in tune.  

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in love am I:   

And I will love thee still, my dear,

Till all the seas gang dry:

Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, 

And the rocks melt with the sun;

I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands of life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Love!

And fare thee well a while!

And I will come again, my Love,

though it were ten thousand mile.

10) Robert Burns. My heart’s in the Highlands

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,

My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;

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 birth-place 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-cover’d with snow,

Farewell to the straths and green vallies 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;

Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,

My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go

B3: There are many British poems well-known in Russian translation. And there are many poems written by Russian writers and famous abroad. Many of them are songs. Есть много стихов британских писателей, положенных на песни в России. И есть много русских стихотворений, переведенных на английский язык.

11) Thomas Moore. THOSE EVENING BELLS

Those evening bells, those evening bells!

How many a tale their music tells

Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,

When last I heard their soothing chime!

Those joyous hours are pass'd away!

And many a heart, that then was gay

Within the tomb now darkly dwells,

And hears no more those evening bells!

And so 'twill be when I am gone;

That tuneful peal will still ring on,

While other bards shall walk these dells,

      And sing your praise, sweet evening bells!

12) Б. Пастернак    Winter night

The blizzards covered up the earth
And roamed uncurbed
The candle burned upon the desk
The candle burned

As in the summer, moths are drawn
Towards the flame
The pale snowflakes flown
Unto the pane

Upon the glass, bright snowy rings
And streaks were churned
The candle burned upon the desk
The candle burned

It snowed a lot all through the month
This frequently occurred
The candle burned upon the desk
The candle burned

B4: “There is only beauty – and it has only one perfect expression – Poetry…” said Stephanie Mallarme. Единственная красота, имеющая совершенное выражение – Поэзия». Let’s listen to some modern poets.

13) Mrs. J. I. McKinney             Snow-Flakes

See the early snow-flakes!

Softly they descend,

Like an orchard blossom

Scattered by the wind.

Here and there they’re flying

Over all the trees,

High above them swarming

Like white-winged bees.

Faster still they’re whirling,

Dancing into sight,

Like a troop of fairies

When the moon is light.

14) Leland Jacobs. All year round.

January is the first in the year.

February thinks it’s not fair

March is the third.

In April birds can be heard.

May is warm with lots of sun.

In June school may be fun.

In July it’s hot, hot, hot.

In August we travel a lot.

In September we come back to town.

In October the leaves are brown.

November is windy and cold

In December the year is old.

15) Winifred C. Marshall.       January.

January

Now is here –

A fine new start

For a whole new year.

The snow comes down

In the dark of night

When we awake

The world is white.

In January

When there’s snow

We take our sleds

And away we go.

B1: Our contest comes to the end. We ask the jury to summaries everything and give the score.

В2: Подходит к концу наш конкурс. Действительно, красота поэзии – красота языка. Наши ученики это доказали. Давайте попросим жюри подвести итоги.

В3: We hope this meeting is not the last and we will meet again. Thank you very much. Good bye.

В4: Мы надеемся, что это не последняя наша встреча и мы обязательно встретимся еще в поэтической гостиной. Спасибо. До-свиданья.