Стихи
Для того, чтобы сделать урок английского языка более интересным и не таким однообразным, мы часто используем игры, физкультминутки, музыкальные произведения.
Еще одним средством заинтересовать учеников являются стихи. Заучивая стихи, дети непроизвольно запоминают слова. Это также улучшает произношение, развивает память и формирует положительное отношение к изучаемому языку.
Здесь представлены некоторые из стихов, которые можно использовать на уроках.
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Look in a Book
(by Ivy O. Eastwick)
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Look in a book
and you will see
words and magic and mystery.
Look in a book
and you will find
sense and nonsense
of every kind.
Look in a book
and you will know
all the things
that can help you grow.
A Book
(by Adelaide Love)
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A book, I think, is very like
A little golden door,
That takes me into places
Where I’ve never been before.
It leads me into fairyland
Or countries strange and far.
And, best of all, the golden door
Always stands ajar.
When Trees are Green
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When trees are green and forests are green,
And grass is green and long,
It's good to walk in the forest
And listen to little bird's song.
When trees are white and forests are white,
Because they are covered with snow,
It's good to be out-of-doors and play,
Oh, I love it so!
Friends
(by Larry Groce)
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The stars are out, the moon is up.
It's time to go to bed.
I'm so glad you have a place
To lay your little head.
Have a deep and peaceful sleep,
Dream away the hours.
When you wake the sun will come
To smile upon the flowers.
Go to sleep, my little friend,
Beneath the evening stars.
You will always have a friend,
No matter where you are.
School Days
(by Susan Whitworth)
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The happiest days of your whole life
(So all the grown-ups say),
But I would never go to school
If I could have my way.
---
My pencil point is broken,
My pen’s run out of ink
My head’s just filled with sawdust
And with sawdust you cant think.
---
The happiest days of your whole life
(So all the grown-ups say),
But I would never go to school
If I could have my way.
Waiting At The Window
(by A.A. Milne)
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These are my two drops of rain
Waiting on the window-pane.
I am waiting here to see
Which the winning one will be.
Both of them have different names.
One is John and one is James
All the best and all the worst
Comes from which of them is first.
James has just begun to ooze.
He's the one I want to lose.
John is waiting to begin.
He's the one I want to win.
James is going slowly on.
Something sort of sticks to John.
John is moving off at last.
James is going pretty fast.
John is rushing down the pane.
James is going slow again.
James has met a sort of smear.
John is getting very near.
Is he going fast enough?
(James has found a piece of fluff.)
John has quickly hurried by.
(James was talking to a fly.)
John is there, and John has won!
Look! I told you! Here's the sun!
Christopher Columbus
---
In fourteen hundred ninety-two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
He had three ships and left from Spain;
He sailed through sunshine, wind and rain.
---
He sailed by night; he sailed by day;
He used the stars to find his way.
A compass also helped him know
How to find the way to go.
---
Day after day they looked for land;
They dreamed of trees and rocks and sand.
October 12 their dream came true,
You never saw a happier crew!
---
“Indians! Indians!” Columbus cried;
His heart was filled with joyful pride.
When it's English that we SPEAK
Why is STEAK not rhymed with WEAK?
And couldn't you please tell me HOW
COW and NOW can rhyme with BOUGH?
I simply can't imagine WHY
HIGH and EYE sound like BUY.
We have FOOD and BLOOD and WOOD,
And yet we rhyme SHOULD with GOOD.
BEAD is different from HEAD,
But we say RED, BREAD, and SAID.
GONE will never rhyme with ONE
Nor HOME and DOME with SOME and COME.
NOSE and LOSE look much alike,
So why not FIGHT, and HEIGHT, and BITE?
DOVE and DOVE look quite the same,
But not at all like RAIN, REIN, and REIGN.
SHOE just doesn't sound like TOE,
And all for reasons I don't KNOW.
For all these words just prove to ME
That sounds and letters DISAGREE.
My heart's in the Highlands
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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 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 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:
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Аудио:
Poem 1
Poem 2
Connemara. My Heart's in the Highlands. Song.
Jo Stafford. My Heart's in the Highlands. Song.
Words by Robert Burns music by Ross Harris. My Heart's in the Highlands. Song.
Leisure
(by W. H. Davies)
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WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and 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 if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf
(by Roald Dahl)
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As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
And Wolfie said, ''May I come in?''
Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
''He's going to eat me up!'' she cried.
And she was absolutely right.
He ate her up in one big bite.
But Grandmamma was small and tough,
And Wolfie wailed, ''That's not enough!
I haven't yet begun to feel
That I have had a decent meal!''
He ran around the kitchen yelping,
''I've got to have another helping!''
Then added with a frightful leer,
''I'm therefore going to wait right here
Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood
Comes home from walking in the wood.''
He quickly put on Grandma's clothes,
(Of course he hadn't eaten those).
He dressed himself in coat and hat.
He put on shoes and after that
He even brushed and curled his hair,
Then sat himself in Grandma's chair.
In came the little girl in red.
She stopped. She stared. And then she said,
''What great big ears you have, Grandma.''
''All the better to hear you with,'' the Wolf replied.
''What great big eyes you have, Grandma,''
Said Little Red Riding Hood.
''All the better to see you with,'' the Wolf replied.
He sat there watching her and smiled.
He thought, I'm going to eat this child.
Compared with her old Grandmamma
She's going to taste like caviar.
Then Little Red Riding Hood said, ''But, Grandma,
What a lovely great big furry coat you have on.''
''That's wrong!'' cried Wolf. ''Have you forgot
To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got?
Ah well, no matter what you say,
I'm going to eat you anyway.''
The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature’s head
And bang, bang, bang, she shoots him dead.
A few weeks later, in the wood,
I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, "Hello, and do please note
My lovely furry WOLFSKIN COAT".
Moscow Suburb Nights (song)
---
Not a rustling leaf, not a birds in flight
In the sleepy groove until dawn
How i love these nights, Moscow suburb nights
The caress of waking sun
The calm rilling stream seems to ebb and flow
Like a silver web on moonflight
In my heart i hear singing come and go
On this wonderful summer night
Why this downcast look? Does the rising day
Bring us near the hour when we part?
Its as hard to keep as to give away
All that presses upon my heart.
Dawn is nigh, and pale grow the amber lights
Let me hope, my dear, that you too
Will remember these Moscow suburb nights
And our love that has been so true.
In Two Months Now
(by George Dillon)
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In two months now or maybe one
The sun will be a different sun
And earth that stretches white as straw
With stony ice will crack and thaw
And run in whistling stream and curve
In still blue-shadowed pools. The nerve
Of each pink root will quiver bare
And orchards in the April air
Will show black breaking white.
Red roses in the green twilight
Will glimmer ghostly blue and swell
Upon their vines with such a smell
As only floats when the breeze is loud
At dusk from roses in a crowd.
I know that there will be these things,
Remembering them from other springs.
All these and more shall soon be seen;
But not so beautiful as they
Seem now to be, a month away.
It's a small world (song)
Walt Disney record
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[Verse 1]
It's a world of laughter, a world of tears
It's a world of hopes and a world of fears
There's so much that we share
That it's time we're aware
It's a small world after all
[Verse 2]
There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small world after all
[Chorus]
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small, small world
Daffodils
(by William Wordsworth)
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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 stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
You are my sunshine (song)
Johnny Cash
[Chorus]
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
[Verse 1]
The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I bowed my head and I cried
[Chorus]
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
She'll be coming round the mountain (song)
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She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (toot, toot)
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (toot, toot)
She'll be coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (toot, toot)
She'll be driving six white horses when she comes (whoa back!)
She'll be driving six white horses when she comes (whoa back!)
She'll be driving six white horses, she'll be driving six white horses
She'll be driving six white horses when she comes (whoa back!)
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes (hi babe)
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes (hi babe)
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her, we'll all go out to meet her
We'll all go out to meet her when she comes (hi babe)
Oh, we'll all have chicken n' dumplin's when she comes
Oh, we'll all have chicken n' dumplin's when she comes
Oh we'll all have chicken n' dumplin's
Oh, we'll all have chicken n' dumplin's
We'll all have chicken n' dumplin's when she comes
We'll be sinning Hallelujah when she comes.
We'll be sinning Hallelujah when she comes.
We'll be sinning Hallelujah, we'll be singin' Hallelujah.
We'll be sinning Hallelujah when she comes.
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