Конкурс чтецов на английском языке, подборка стихов

Сегодня мы окунемся в мир английской поэзии. Одним из самых необычных видов поэзии на английском языке являются ЛИМЕРИКИ. Это особые пятистишия (чем-то напоминающие русские частушки или нескладушки).

Стихи на английском

Считается, что впервые они появились в ирландском городе Лимерик.  От других стихотворных форм лимерики отличаются следующим: в первой сточке лимерика описывается, кто и где жил да был; вторая строчка знакомит с какой-то интересной особенностью героя; третья и четвертая строчки – самые короткие – рассказывают о неожиданных и, подчас невероятных событиях с этим героем; пятая строка довольно длинная и самая смешная.

В Британии, периодически проводятся конкурсы среди детей и взрослых на лучший лимерик. Первые литературные лимерики для детей написал в 1846 году Эдвард Лир, с творчеством которого вы, можете познакомиться, прослушав лимерики, который подготовили для вас учащиеся начальной школы.

Лимерики можно взять на свой выбор

Mice by Rose Fyleman

I think mice are rather nice.
Their tails are long, their faces small,
They haven’t got any chins at all.
Their ears are pink, their teeth are white.
They run about the house at night.
They nibble things they shouldn’t touch
And no one seems to like them much.
But I think mice are very nice.

Cats by Mary Britton Miller

Cats sleep
Any table,
Any chair,
Top of piano,
In the middle,
On the edge,
Open drawer,
Empty shoe,
Lap will do,
Fitted in a
Cardboard box,
In the cupboard
With your frocks
They don’t care!
Cats sleep

The School

The school has doors that open wide,
And friendly teachers wait inside.
Hurry, hurry, let’s go in,
For soon the lessons will begin.
Books and pencils I will need,
When I start to write and read.
Lots to learn and lots to do
I like to go to school, don’t you?

My Promise

Each day I’ll do my best,
And I won’t do any less.
My work will always please me,
And I won’t accept a mess.
I’ll colour very carefully,
My writing will be neat.
And I simply won’t be happy
‘Till my papers are complete.
I’ll always do my homework,
And I’ll try on every test.
And I won’t forget my promise –
To do my very best!

Birch Trees by John Richard Moreland

The night is white,
The moon is high,
The birch trees lean
Against the sky.
The cruel winds
Have blown away
Each little leaf
Of silver gray.
O lonely trees
As white as wool . . .
That moonlight makes

The Snowman

One day we built a snowman,
We built him out of snow;
You should have seen how fine he was,
All white from top to toe.
We poured some water over him,
To freeze his legs and ears;
And when we went indoors to bed,
We thought he’d last for years.
But, in the night a warmer kind
Of wind began to blow;
And Jack Frost cried and ran away,
And with him went the snow.
When we went out next morning
To bid our friend «Good Day»,
There wasn’t any snowman there…
He’d melted right away!

Windy Nights. by Robert Louis Stevenson

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.

Those Evening Bells. by Thomas Moore

Those evening bells! Those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells,
Of love, and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime!
Those joyous hours are passed 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!


Источник: http://kladraz.ru/blogs/anastasija-aleksandrovna-voroncova/konkurs-chtecov-na-angliiskom-jazyke-in-the-world-of-poetry.html

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