Сценарий открытого мероприятия по английскому языку 'Конкурс чтецов'

Сценарий открытого мероприятия

по английскому языку

"Poem competition"

("Конкурс чтецов")

выполнила:

учитель английского языка

Брукова Светлана Валерьевна

2016 год.

Цель:

1. Совершенствовать навыки чтения стихотворений;

2. Расширить кругозор учащихся.

3. Развивать лексико-грамматические навыки, совершенствовать фонематические навыки;

Ход урока

Hello everyone. I'm glad to see you again. Welcome to our poem competition. Today we will to meet some famous poets and their poems. On the blackboard are some of these poets. Do you know their?

Let's start our competition.

(Дети читают подготовленные заранее стихотворения)

1. The Spider and the Fly poem by Mary Howitt

Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,

'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;

The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,

And I've a many curious things to show when you are there."

Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,

For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

2. At Table

Why is it Goops must always wish

to touch each apple on the dish?

Why do they never neatly fold

Their napkins until they are told?

Why do they play with food, and bite

such awful mouthfuls? Is it right?

Why do they tilt back in their chairs?

Because they are Goops! So no one cares!

By Gelett Burgess

3. Magic Horse

John Foster - Magic HorseBlack horse,

Magic horse,

Carry me away,

Over the river,

Across the bay

To the sandy beach

Where I can play.

Black horse,

Magic horse,

Carry me away,

Over the seas

To the forest trees

Where I can watch

The tiger cubs play.

Black horse,

Magic horse,

Carry me away,

To Arctic snows

Where the cold wind blows

Where I can watch

The polar bears play.

Black horse,

Magic horse,

Carry me away,

To golden sands

In faraway lands

Where the sea is blue

And I can play all day.

Из книги TWINKLE TWINKLE CHOCOLATE BAR

by John Foster

4. London - William Blake

I wander thro' each charter'd street.

Near where the charter'd Thames does flow

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,

In every Infants cry of fear,

In every voice: in every ban,

The mind-forg'd manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry

Every blackning Church appalls,

And the hapless Soldiers sigh

Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro' midnight streets I hear

How the youthful Harlots curse

Blasts the new-born Infants tear

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

5. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

6. Robert L. Stevenson

NOT I

Some like drink

In a pint pot,

Some like to think,

Some not.

Strong Dutch cheese,

Old Kentucky Rye,

Some like these;

Not I.

Some like Poe,

And others like Scott;

Some like Mrs. Stowe,

Some not.

Some like to laugh,

Some like to cry,

Some like to chaff;

Not I.

7. William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир)

Winter

When icicles hang by the wall

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail

And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail,

When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,

Tu-who;

Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,

And coughing drowns the parson's saw,

And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,

Tu-who;

Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

8. Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте)

Life

LIFE, believe, is not a dream

So dark as sages say;

Oft a little morning rain

Foretells a pleasant day.

Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,

But these are transient all;

If the shower will make the roses bloom,

O why lament its fall ?

Rapidly, merrily,

Life's sunny hours flit by,

Gratefully, cheerily,

Enjoy them as they fly!

What though Death at times steps in

And calls our Best away ?

What though sorrow seems to win,

O'er hope, a heavy sway ?

Yet hope again elastic springs,

Unconquered, though she fell;

Still buoyant are her golden wings,

Still strong to bear us well.

Manfully, fearlessly,

The day of trial bear,

For gloriously, victoriously,

Can courage quell despair!

Well done!

And now, while the jury defines winners, I would like to offer you to translate one poem into Russian. Like a russian poem!

let's start.

So. I'm ready to declare winners.

Thank you for your taking part in our competion.

Good bye!