Презентация, доклад по теме Роберт Бернс

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1. Презентация по теме Роберт Бернс
2. Robert Burns is the national poet of
3. Burns was born in Alloway, Scotland, on
4. He was the eldest of 7 children
5. Soon after his father’s death in 1784
6. Burns didn’t just write poems, he was Scotland’s first collector of folk songs.
7. In 1788 Robert Burns married Jean Arma.
8. A Red, Red RoseO my Luve's

Robert Burns is the national poet of Scotland. In his poems Burns wrote about the beauty and the glory of his native land.

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Robert Burns

Слайд 2Robert Burns is the national poet of Scotland. In his poems

Burns wrote about the beauty and the glory of his native land.

Robert Burns is the national poet of Scotland. In his poems Burns wrote about the beauty and

Слайд 3Burns was born in Alloway, Scotland, on 25 of January 1759.

His father, a small farmer, was a hard-working man.

Burns was born in Alloway, Scotland, on 25 of January 1759. His father, a small farmer, was

Слайд 4He was the eldest of 7 children in the family of

a farmer. The family lived in poverty. Here is the house built by his father (now the Burns Cottage Museum) where he lived until 1766.

Birthplace

He was the eldest of 7 children in the family of a farmer. The family lived in

Слайд 5Soon after his father’s death in 1784 Robert moved to Mossgil.

His first book of poems mostly in the Scottish dialect was published in 1786. He become famous.

Soon after his father’s death in 1784 Robert moved to Mossgil. His first book of poems mostly

Слайд 6Burns didn’t just write poems, he was Scotland’s first collector of

folk songs.

Слайд 7In 1788 Robert Burns married Jean Arma. They went to live

at Ellisland Farm. They had 5 children. After a short illness he died on 21 July 1796.

In 1788 Robert Burns married Jean Arma. They went to live at Ellisland Farm. They had 5

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A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red

rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.