Poems Please! 2nd Edition: Sharing poetry with childrenPembroke Publishers Limited, 2003 - Всего страниц: 160 The second edition of this classic favourite includes additions that will make it more useful than ever in the classroom, and offers everything you need to inspire students to write and experience poetry. This truly comprehensive guide combines the rich history of poetry with sample poems and simple, ready-to-use activities. From reading aloud to increasing word power to assessment techniques, this book answers all your questions around poetry in the classroom. An updated bibliography of the very best children's poetry anthologies and books rounds out this incomparable resource. |
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... lives . David Booth .. . At my mother's knee , I suppose . Those chestnuts of elocution : “ The Boy Who Was Half - Past Three ” , “ Little Orphan Annie ” , and we begged her to recite them again and again . At 18 she had had a small ...
... lives . David Booth .. . At my mother's knee , I suppose . Those chestnuts of elocution : “ The Boy Who Was Half - Past Three ” , “ Little Orphan Annie ” , and we begged her to recite them again and again . At 18 she had had a small ...
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... lives, loved the musical sound of rhyming words, and found delight in rhythmical measures ... Good poetry is intimately relevant to our lives. Poetry is that art that includes all others in its techniques. The poet paints pictures ...
... lives, loved the musical sound of rhyming words, and found delight in rhythmical measures ... Good poetry is intimately relevant to our lives. Poetry is that art that includes all others in its techniques. The poet paints pictures ...
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... live by . Andrew Stibbs Lines like these are fun and easily roll off the tongue , and quickly commit to memory . Nursery rhymes offer us total and complete romance : Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross To see a fine lady upon a white ...
... live by . Andrew Stibbs Lines like these are fun and easily roll off the tongue , and quickly commit to memory . Nursery rhymes offer us total and complete romance : Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross To see a fine lady upon a white ...
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... lives in a house; — The garden mouse lives in a bower, He's friendly with the frogs and toads, And sees the pretty plants in flower. A.A. Milne built a poetic world around nursery life and the solitary existence of one child. With the ...
... lives in a house; — The garden mouse lives in a bower, He's friendly with the frogs and toads, And sees the pretty plants in flower. A.A. Milne built a poetic world around nursery life and the solitary existence of one child. With the ...
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... lives. We have teachers and parents bringing the poems back to the oral tradition, reading them aloud, memorizing them, singing them to and with the children. Today's anthologies are full of new rhyme patterns and new content. There are ...
... lives. We have teachers and parents bringing the poems back to the oral tradition, reading them aloud, memorizing them, singing them to and with the children. Today's anthologies are full of new rhyme patterns and new content. There are ...
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Стр. 70 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Стр. 70 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky ; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff, Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Стр. 71 - twixt my knees on the ground, And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
Стр. 70 - Yet there is time!" IV At Aershot, up leaped of a sudden the sun, And against him the cattle stood black every one, To stare through the mist at us galloping past, And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray...
Стр. 70 - Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!" and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits, full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Стр. 83 - Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering, And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting...
Стр. 19 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Стр. 30 - ARS POETICA A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs...
Стр. 39 - And now, if e'er by chance I put My fingers into glue, Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot Into a left-hand shoe, Or if I drop upon my toe A very heavy weight, I weep, for it reminds me so Of that old man I used to know — Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow, Whose hair was whiter than the snow, Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe, Who rocked his body to and fro, And muttered mumblingly and low, As if his mouth were full of...