Презентация, доклад по английскому языку на тему My favourite poet

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including some collaborations, consist of about 38 plays,154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and a few other verses, of which the authorship of some is uncertain. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.

far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white; why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go - My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

one of Russia's most popular poets, most of his writings were banned by the Kremlin. Only in 1966 were most of his works republished. Today Yesenin's poems are taught to Russian schoolchildren; many have been set to music and recorded as popular songs. His early death, coupled with unsympathetic views by some of the literary elite, adoration by ordinary people, and sensational behavior, all contributed to the enduring and near mythical popular image of the Russian poet.

anew? Like a Thursday candle there Shines a starlet over you.   Are you fraught with joy or sorrow? Isn’t madness your intent? Help me, heart and soul, tomorrow Love your hard snow to the end.   Give me sunset for the sleigh and Willow branch that beautifies. Maybe I will in the end  Reach the gate of paradise.  

Byron, was an English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement. Among Byron's best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems “Don Juan” and “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage” and the short lyric “She Walks in Beauty”.

and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

a Russian modernist poet, one of the most acclaimed writers in the Russian canon. Her talent in composition and translation is evidenced in her fine translations of the works of poets writing in French, English, Italian, Armenian, and Korean.

clad in the best in the word airy fence. Where statues remember me youthful and blessed, And I – them all covered by Neva’s cold waves. In silence, so fragrant, amidst limes of kings, I hear: the ship's masts are squeaking in swings. And sails the white swain through the ages again, Enjoying the charm of his brother-of-twain. And deadly sleep hundreds of thousands steps Of friends and of foes, of foes and friends. And the train of shadows has no the end From vase’s granite to the palace of grand. There whisper each other my white nightly skies Of somebody’s love, very secret and high. And all shines with jasper and pearl in the night… But nobody knows a source of the light.

He was an English artist, illustrator, musician, author and poet, and is known now mostly for his literary nonsense in poetry and prose and especially his limericks, a form he popularized. As an author, he is known principally for his popular nonsense collections of poems, songs, short stories, botanical drawings, recipes, and alphabets.

of a pin; So she had it made sharp, And purchased a harp, And played several tunes with her chin.
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There was an Old Man in a boat, Who said, 'I'm afloat, I'm afloat!' When they said, 'No! you ain't!' He was ready to faint, That unhappy Old Man in a boat.

There was an Old Man of Moldavia, Who had the most curious behavior; For while he was able, He slept on a table. That funny Old Man of Moldavia.

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There was an Old Man of Peru, Who never knew what he should do; So he tore off his hair, And behaved like a bear, That intrinsic Old Man of Peru.

English lawyer, social philosopher, author, statesman and noted Renaissance humanist. He was also a councilor to Henry VIII and Lord Chancellor from October 1529 to 16 May 1532.

tells,
Of youth, and home, and those 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’t will 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.

was an English Romantic poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of Romantic poets along with Lord Byron, despite his work having been in publication for only four years before his death. Although his poems were not generally well received by critics during his life, his reputation grew after his death, so that by the end of the 19th century, he had become one of the most beloved of all English poets.

the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's – he takes the lead
In summer luxury, - he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.

of the Russian Symbolists, progressed from the ethereal purity of Verses about the Beautiful Lady (1904) to the powerful expressiveness of his mature manner, fully developed by 1909. His last masterpiece is The Twelve, a long poem which expresses his short-lived enthusiasm for the Revolution.

silence,
Another song behind the violins,
The chesty voice that filled the space.  
That’s how she answered all my pledges,
My love and passion,  first and last,
I recognize it when the blast
Of wind and  blizzard wails and rages.  
The past has gone without a trace,
And only some one’s  aspiration
Reminds  me somehow, with good grace,
Of  happiness and exultation.