Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta literature. Mostrar todas las entradas
Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta literature. Mostrar todas las entradas

lunes, 1 de octubre de 2012

"Where I come from"


In our lesson of literature we were asked to make a poem of our town in rensponse to  the poem "Where I come from" by Elizabeth Brewster, and we created this fantastic poem.

Where I come from Autum and Spring
Are the minds chief seasons.
People carry the green leaves in their mind`s.
The huge trees are the roof of our town
Where the dwellers play hide and seek with the sky.
The piqturesque homes with the famous cobblestone streets,
With its pacific streets are the roads to freedom.


martes, 29 de mayo de 2012

Freeze Frames and video of "The Tempest"


Freeze frames "The Tempest"

"My brother and thy uncle, called Antonio- I pray thee mark me, that a brother should be so prefidious- he, whom next thyself of all the world I loved, and to him put the manage of my state, as at that time through all the signories it was the first, and Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed in dignity, and for the liberal arts without a parallel; those being all my study, the goverment I cast upon my brother, and to my state grew stranger, being transported and rapt in secret studies, thy false uncle- Dost thou attend me?"

"Being once perfected how to grant suits, how to deny them; who t' advance, and who to trash for over-topping: new created the creatures that were mine, I say, or changed' em, or else new formed' em; having both the key of officer, and office, set all hearts i'th' state to what pleased his ear"

"So dry he was for sway- wi'th' King of Naples to give him annual tribute, do him homage, subject his coronet to his crown, and bend the dukedom yet unbowed- alas, poor Milan- to most ignoble stooping"



"A treacherous army levied, one midnight fated to th' purpose did Antonio open the gates of Milan, and i' th' dead of darkness the ministers for th' purpose hurried thence me, and thy crying self"



"In few, they hurried us aboard a barque, bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared a rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged, nor tackle, sail, nor mast- the very rats instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us to cry to th' sea, that roared us; to sigh to th' winds, whose pity sighing back again did us but loving wrong"



"By providence divine, some food we had, and some fresh water, that a noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, out of his charity- who being then appointed master of this design- did gave us, with rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries which since have steaded much. So, og his gentleness, knowing I loved my books, he furnished me from mine own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom"

FIGHT BETWEEN PROSPEERO AND MIRANDA WITH CALIBAN: http://www.guadalupelazaro.blogspot.com.ar/ (it si the blog of guadalupe because I can´t copy in my blog)