Universidad Hispanoamericana

Literature III

Final Project

Booklet Student: Juan Alvarado Chavarria

Professor: Ramiro Ramirez

Hans Christian Andersen was a Danishauthor best known for writing

children's stories including "TheLittle Mermaid" and "The Ugly Duckling.

1. The Little Match Girl

Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quitedark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In thiscold and darkness there went along the street a poor littlegirl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home shehad slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that?They were very large slippers, which her mother had hithertoworn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost themas she scuffled away across the street, because of twocarriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.

One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laidhold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it

would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or othershould have children himself. So the little maiden walked onwith her tiny naked feet, which were quite red and blue fromcold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, andshe held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had boughtanything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given hera single farthing.

She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a verypicture of sorrow, the poor little thing!

The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell inbeautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, shenever once now thought. From all the windows the candles weregleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for youknow it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.

In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced morethan the other, she seated herself down and cowered together.Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grewcolder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, forshe had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthingof money: from her father she would certainly get blows, andat home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof,through which the wind whistled, even though the largestcracks were stopped up with straw and rags.

Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a matchmight afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take asingle one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, andwarm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how itblazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like acandle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderfullight. It seemed really to the little maiden as though shewere sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brassfeet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with suchblessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girlhad already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--thesmall flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only theremains of the burnt-out match in her hand.

She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, andwhere the light fell on the wall, there the wall becametransparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room.On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it wasa splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose wassteaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums.And what was still more capital to behold was, the goosehopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor withknife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poorlittle girl; when--the match went out and nothing but thethick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted anothermatch. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificentChristmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated thanthe one which she had seen through the glass door in the richmerchant's house.

Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, andgaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretchedout her hands towards them when--the match went out. Thelights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she sawthem now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a longtrail of fire.

"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her oldgrandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who wasnow no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soulascends to God.

She drew another match against the wall: it was again light,and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so brightand radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.

"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you!You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like thewarm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like themagnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the whole bundleof matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to bequite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And thematches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter thanat noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so

beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on herarm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so veryhigh, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, noranxiety--they were with God, But in the corner, at the coldhour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with asmiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death onthe last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat thechild there with her matches, of which one bundle had beenburnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one hadthe slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she hadseen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with hergrandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.

ActivitiesListening and speaking part.Follow the links to listen to the story.

http://www.loudlit.org/audio/matchgirl/pages/01_01_matchgirl.htm

Ask pupils to tell their understanding of the story The Little Match Girl.

Reading and written partStudents have to reread the fairy tale and later in pairsthey have to answers some questions. Ask pupils to writethe answers for questions a to c in Part 1, and tick theanswers for questions d to g in Part 2. They can write moreon the line provided. Reasonable answers are acceptable.

Part 1

Write the answers.

a. Is the Little Match Girl alive in the end?

Answer: Yes.

b. Who helps her?

Answers: The beggar in the street, the man, the woman,the boy and the lady .

c. What does the Little Match Girl get on New Year’s Day?

Answers: Food, money, a coat, a hat, a gift, boots and gloves .

Part 2

Tick √ the answer(s). Pupils can tick more than one answer.

d. How do you feel about the Little Match Girl?

Suggested answers: √ √ √ √√

She is poor./ She is sad./ She is hungry./ She is cold. / She needs help./ She is strong. She work s to earn some money./ She is brave. She sells matches to strangers .

Encourage pupils to write their own ideas on the line.

e. The Little Girl is at your door. What will you do?

Suggested answers: √ √ √

Open the door. / L et her in./ Talk to her politely.

Encourage pupils to write more on the line.

f. The Little Match Girl needs help. What can you do?

Suggested answers: √ √√

G ive her food and money./ Buy some matches./ Give her new clothes. /

√ √

Invite her to dinner. / Let her sit by the fireplace.

Encourage pupils to write more on the line.

g. There is a beggar in the street. He gives the LittleMatch Girl his scarf. Describe him.

Suggested answers: √ √ √ √

He is a kind/ good/ nice/ generous man.

Teachers may come up with more questions to facilitatepupils’ understanding of the story and its main theme--love and sharing.

THE NAUGHTY BOY

Along time ago, there lived an old poet, a thoroughly kindold poet. As he was sitting one evening in his room, a

dreadful storm arose without, and the rain streamed down fromheaven; but the old poet sat warm and comfortable in his

chimney-comer, where the fire blazed and the roasting applehissed. ‘Those who have not a roof over their heads will bewetted to the skin,’ said the good old poet. Oh let me in!Let me in! I am cold, and I’m so wet!’ exclaimed suddenly a

child that stood crying at the door and knocking foradmittance, while the rain poured down, and the wind made allthe windows rattle. ‘Poor thing!’ said the old poet, as he

went to open the door. There stood a little boy, quite naked,and the water ran down from his long golden hair; he trembledwith cold, and had he not come into a warm room he would most

certainly have perished in the frightful tempest. ‘Poorchild!’ said the old poet, as he took the boy by the hand.‘Come in, come in, and I will soon restore thee! Thou shalthave wine and roasted apples, for thou art verily a charmingchild!’ And the boy was so really. His eyes were like two

bright stars; and although the water trickled down his hair,it waved in beautiful curls. He looked exactly like a littleangel, but he was so pale, and his whole body trembled withcold. He had a nice little bow in his hand, but it was quitespoiled by the rain, and the tints of his many-colored arrows

ran one into the other.

The old poet seated himself beside his hearth, and took thelittle fellow on his lap; he squeezed the water out of hisdripping hair, warmed his hands between his own, and boiledfor him some sweet wine. Then the boy recovered, his cheeksagain grew rosy, he jumped down from the lap where he wassitting, and danced round the kind old poet. ‘You are a merryfellow,’ said the old man. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘My name isCupid,’ answered the boy. ‘Don’t you know me?There lies mybow; it shoots well, I can assure you! Look, the weather isnow clearing up, and the moon is shining clear again throughthe window.’ Why, your bow is quite spoiled,’ said the oldpoet. ‘That were sad indeed,’ said the boy, and he took thebow in his hand -and examined it on every side. ‘Oh, it isdry again, and is not hurt at all; the string is quite tight.I will try it directly.’ And he bent his bow, took aim, andshot an arrow at the old poet, right into his heart. ‘You seenow that my bow was not spoiled,’ said he laughing; and awayhe ran. The naughty boy, to shoot the old poet in that way;he who had taken him into his warm room, who had treated himso kindly, and who had given him warm wine and the very bestapples! The poor poet lay on the earth and wept, for thearrow had really flown into his heart. ‘Fie!’ said he. ‘How

naughty a boy Cupid is! I will tell all children about him,that they may take care and not play with him, for he willonly cause them sorrow and many a heartache.’ And all goodchildren to whom he related this story, took great heed ofthis naughty Cupid; but he made fools of them still, for heis astonishingly cunning. When the university students comefrom the lectures, he runs beside them in a black coat, andwith a book under his arm. It is quite impossible for them toknow him, and they walk along with him arm in arm, as if he,too, were a student like themselves; and then, unperceived,he thrusts an arrow to their bosom. When the young maidenscome from being examined by the clergyman, or go to church tobe confirmed, there he is again close behind them. Yes, he isforever following people. At the play, he sits in the greatchandelier and burns in bright flames, so that people thinkit is really a flame, but they soon discover it is somethingelse. He roves about in the garden of the palace and upon theramparts: yes, once he even shot your father and mother rightin the heart. Ask them only and you will hear what they’lltell you. Oh, he is a naughty boy, that Cupid; you must neverhave anything to do with him. He is forever running aftereverybody. Only think, he shot an arrow once at your oldgrandmother! But that is a long time ago, and it is all pastnow; however, a thing of that sort she never forgets. Fie,naughty Cupid! But now you know him, and you know, too, howill-behaved he is!

Activities

Listening part

Using flash card the Professor start to introduce the fairytale

Speaking part

Group discussion about student’s naughty

The professor asks some question in order to guide thediscussion.

What is your worse mischief that you remember?

Why did you do?

What happened later?

What did you learn?

Reading and written partFilling the blanks

Word Bank:admittance, arose, assure, astonishingly, blazed, bosom,

cunning, dreadful, exclaimed, fie, frightful, hearth, heed,indeed, kindly, maidens, perished, ramparts, rosy, sorrow,tempest, thee, thoroughly, thou art, thou shalt, tints,

trembled, verily, wept.

Instructions: Write the correct word in the blanks. Use the Word Bankfor reference.

Along time ago, there lived an old poet, a _________________

kind old poet. As he was sitting one evening in his room, a

_________________ storm _________________ without, and the

rain streamed down from heaven; but the old poet sat warm and

comfortable in his chimney-corner, where the fire

_________________ and the roasting apple hissed."Those who

have not a roof over their heads will be wetted to the skin,"

said the good old poet."Oh let me in! Let me in! I am cold,

and I'm so wet!" _________________ suddenly a child that

stood crying at the door and knocking for _________________,

while the rain poured down, and the wind made all the windows

rattle."Poor thing!" said the old poet, as he went to open

the door. There stood a little boy, quite naked, and the

water ran down from his long golden hair; he

_________________ with cold, and had he not come into a warm

room he would most certainly have _________________ in the

_________________ _________________."Poor child!" said the

old poet, as he took the boy by the hand. "Come in, come in,

and I will soon restore _________________! _________________

have wine and roasted apples, for _________________

_________________ a charming child!" And the boy was so

really. His eyes were like two bright stars; and although the

water trickled down his hair, it waved in beautiful curls. He

looked exactly like a little angel, but he was so pale, and

his whole body _________________ with cold. He had a nice

little bow in his hand, but it was quite spoiled by the rain,

and the _________________ of his many-colored arrows ran one

into the other.The old poet seated himself beside his

_________________, and took the little fellow on his lap; he

squeezed the water out of his dripping hair, warmed his hands

between his own, and boiled for him some sweet wine. Then the

boy recovered, his cheeks again grew _________________, he

jumped down from the lap where he was sitting, and danced

round the kind old poet."You are a merry fellow," said the

old man. "What's your name?""My name is Cupid," answered the

boy. "Don't you know me? There lies my bow; it shoots well, I

can _________________ you! Look, the weather is now clearing

up, and the moon is shining clear again through the

window.""Why, your bow is quite spoiled," said the old

poet."That were sad _________________," said the boy, and he

took the bow in his hand and examined it on every side. "Oh,

it is dry again, and is not hurt at all; the string is quite

tight. I will try it directly." And he bent his bow, took

aim, and shot an arrow at the old poet, right into his heart.

"You see now that my bow was not spoiled," said he laughing;

and away he ran.The naughty boy, to shoot the old poet in

that way; he who had taken him into his warm room, who had

treated him so _________________, and who had given him warm

wine and the very best apples!The poor poet lay on the earth

and _________________, for the arrow had really flown into

his heart."_________________!" said he. "How naughty a boy

Cupid is! I will tell all children about him, that they may

take care and not play with him, for he will only cause them

_________________ and many a heartache."And all good children

to whom he related this story, took great _________________

of this naughty Cupid; but he made fools of them still, for

he is _________________ _________________. When the

university students come from the lectures, he runs beside

them in a black coat, and with a book under his arm. It is

quite impossible for them to know him, and they walk along

with him arm in arm, as if he, too, were a student like

themselves; and then, unperceived, he thrusts an arrow to

their _________________. When the young _________________

come from being examined by the clergyman, or go to church to

be confirmed, there he is again close behind them. Yes, he is

forever following people. At the play, he sits in the great

chandelier and burns in bright flames, so that people think

it is really a flame, but they soon discover it is something

else. He roves about in the garden of the palace and upon the

_________________: yes, once he even shot your father and

mother right in the heart. Ask them only and you will hear

what they'll tell you. Oh, he is a naughty boy, that Cupid;

you must never have anything to do with him. He is forever

running after everybody. Only think, he shot an arrow once at

your old grandmother! But that is a long time ago, and it is

all past now; however, a thing of that sort she never

forgets. _________________, naughty Cupid! But now you know

him, and you know, too, how ill-behaved he is!

The Princess and the Pea

by Hans Christian AndersenIllustrated by Edmund Dulac

There was once a prince, and hewanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. Hetravelled right around the world to find one, but there wasalways something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, butwhether they were real princesses he had great difficulty indiscovering; there was always something which was not quiteright about them. So at last he had come home again, and hewas very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.

One evening there was a terrible storm; it thundered andlightninged and the rain poured down in torrents; indeed itwas a fearful night.

In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the town gate,and the old King himself sent to open it.

It was a princess who stood outside, but she was in aterrible state from the rain and the storm. The waterstreamed out of her hair and her clothes; it ran in at thetop of her shoes and out at the heel, but she said that shewas a real princess.

‘Well we shall soon see if that is true,’ thought the oldQueen, but she said nothing. She went into the bedroom, tookall the bed clothes off and laid a pea on the bedstead: thenshe took twenty mattresses and piled them on top of the pea,and then twenty feather beds on top of the mattresses. Thiswas where the princess was to sleep that night. In themorning they asked her how she slept.

‘Oh terribly bad!’ said the princess. ‘I have hardly closedmy eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. Iseemed to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body isblack and blue this morning. It is terrible!’

They saw at once that she must be a real princess when shehad felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty featherbeds. Nobody but a real princess could have such a delicateskin.

So the prince took her to be his wife, for now he was surethat he had found a real princess, and the pea was put intothe Museum, where it may still be seen if no one has stolenit.

ActivitiesListening and speaking part

1.Students watch a play role about the tale the princess andthe pea, and so on the professor explain how the reader´stheater perform. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqJBXUAUCJ8

2. Students have to perform a reader theater about theprincess and the pea.

The Princess and the Pea

Characters:

Narrator / The King / The Queen / The Prince / The Princess /Chorus

Narrator: On the Prince’s twenty-fifth birthday>

Chorus: Congratulations and Celebrations!

The King & It’s time to get married, son.

The Queen: You must find a Princess!

Chorus: Find a Princess!

Find a Princess!

Narrator: The Prince travels from New York to Beijing without

success. He cannot find a real Princess.

Chorus: Can’t find a Princess!

Can’t find a real Princess!

Narrator: The Prince is sad and lonely.

The Prince: Where, oh where, can I find a REAL Princess?

Chorus: Where to find?

Where to find?

Narrator: One dark and stormy night, there is a knock on thedoor.

Chorus: (Sound effect: knocking on the door)

The King: Hello?

Narrator: There in the rain stands a Princess.

She is cold and wet from head to toe.

Chorus: Oh>.All wet from head to toe!

From head to toe!

The Princess: P-p-p- please sir, may I come in?

I am cold and wet from head to toe.

Chorus: Let her in!

Let her in!

Narrator: The King lets her in. The Queen makes her coffee.

The Queen puts a lot of sugar in her coffee.

Chorus: Very nice!

Very very nice!

The Queen: Here’s some sweet coffee!

It will keep you warm.

Chorus: Keep you warm!

Drink it!

The Princess: I can’t drink this coffee!

It’s much too bitter!

Chorus: Oh! What!

The Queen: Here’s a soft jumper.

It will keep you dry.

Chorus: Keep you dry!

Put it on!

The Princess: I can’t wear this jumper. It’s much too rough!

Chorus: Oh! What?

The Queen: Ah-ha! I think she may be a REAL Princess!

Let’s do a test!

Chorus: A test!

A test!

A test for a REAL Princess!

Narrator: The Queen puts a pea on the bed.

She puts twenty mattresses on top of the pea.

Chorus: What? Twenty mattresses!

Narrator: Then she puts twenty feather blankets on top

of the mattresses.

Chorus: Wow? Twenty feather blankets on top?

The Queen: Now her bed is very soft, soon we shall see>

A REAL Princess will feel the pea!

Chorus: Feel the pea???

The Princess: I can’t sleep in this bed!

I feel something hard!

Chorus: OH! WHAT?

She feels something hard?

The Queen &

The King: She is a REAL Princess!

Narrator: The Prince and the REAL Princess get married.

Chorus: Congratulations and Celebrations!

Narrator: The King puts the pea in a museum.

You can see the pea there,

Unless someone steals it.

Song: The Princess and the Pea

Tune: Baa Baa Black Sheep

Work of teachers on in-service primary English teachertraining course at

Hong Kong Institute of Education in 2004

The Prince, the Prince is a big man now

He’s gonna get a pretty wife

“Don’t know how!” Oh “Don’t know how!”

To be with him through his life.

One dark, dark and stormy night

From nowhere comes a lovely girl

This very one’s gonna be all right

The best ever in the world.

Reading and writer part.Student have to read a part fairy tale, later, they have towrite their own ending of it.

Little Red Riding Hood by Brother Grimm

Once upon a time there wasa dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked ather, but most of all by her grandmother, and there wasnothing that she would not have given to the child. Once shegave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited herso well that she would never wear anything else; so she wasalways called 'Little Red Riding Hood.'

     One day her mother said to her: 'Come, Little Red RidingHood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take themto your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will doher good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going,walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or youmay fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will

get nothing; and when you go into her room, don't forget tosay, "Good morning", and don't peep into every corner beforeyou do it.'

     'I will take great care,' said Little Red Riding Hood toher mother, and gave her hand on it.

     The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a leaguefrom the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood enteredthe wood, a wolf met her. Red Riding Hood did not know what awicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.

     'Good day, Little Red Riding Hood,' said he.

     'Thank you kindly, wolf.'

     'Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?'

     'To my grandmother's.'

     'What have you got in your apron?'

     'Cake and wine; yesterday was baking-day, so poor sickgrandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger.'

     'Where does your grandmother live, Little Red RidingHood?'

     'A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood; herhouse stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-treesare just below; you surely must know it,' replied Little RedRiding Hood.

     The wolf thought to himself: 'What a tender youngcreature! what a nice plump mouthful - she will be better toeat than the old woman. I must act craftily, so as to catchboth.'

     So he walked for a short time by the side of Little RedRiding Hood, and then he said: 'See, Little Red Riding Hood,how pretty the flowers are about here - why do you not lookround? I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the

little birds are singing; you walk gravely along as if youwere going to school, while everything else out here in thewood is merry.'

     Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes, and when she sawthe sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, andpretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought: 'Suppose Itake grandmother a fresh nosegay; that would please her too.It is so early in the day that I shall still get there ingood time.'

     So she ran from the path into the wood to look forflowers. And whenever she had picked one, she fancied thatshe saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it,and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.

     Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother'shouse and knocked at the door.

     'Who is there?'

     'Little Red Riding Hood,' replied the wolf. 'She isbringing cake and wine; open the door.'

     'Lift the latch,' called out the grandmother, 'I am tooweak, and cannot get up.'

     The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, andwithout saying a word he went straight to the grandmother'sbed, and devoured her. Then he put on her clothes, dressedhimself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew thecurtains.

     Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running aboutpicking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that shecould carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and setout on the way to her.

     She was surprised to find the cottage-door standingopen, and when she went into the room, she had such a strangefeeling that she said to herself: 'Oh dear! how uneasy I feeltoday, and at other times I like being with grandmother so

much.' She called out: 'Good morning,' but received noanswer; so she went to the bed and drew back the curtains.There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled far over herface, and looking very strange.

     'Oh! grandmother,' she said, 'what big ears you have!'

     'All the better to hear you with, my child,' was thereply.

     'But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!' she said.

     'All the better to see you with, my dear.'

     'But, grandmother, what large hands you have!'

     'All the better to hug you with.'

     'Oh! but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth youhave!'

     'All the better to eat you with!'

     And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one boundhe was out of bed and swallowed up Red Riding Hood.

     When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay downagain in the bed, fell asleep and began to snore very loud.

     The huntsman was just passing the house, and thought tohimself: 'How the old woman is snoring! I must just see ifshe wants anything.' So he went into the room, and when hecame to the bed, he saw that the wolf was lying in it. 'Do Ifind you here, you old sinner!' said he. 'I have long soughtyou!' But just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred tohim that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, andthat she might still be saved, so he did not fire, but took apair of scissors, and began to cut open the stomach of thesleeping wolf.

     When he had made two snips, he saw the little red ridinghood shining, and then he made two snips more, and the little

girl sprang out, crying: 'Ah, how frightened I have been! Howdark it was inside the wolf.'

     After that the aged grandmother came out alive also, butscarcely able to breathe. Red Riding Hood, however, quicklyfetched great stones with which they filled the wolf's belly,and when he awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones wereso heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead.

     Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off thewolf's skin and went home with it; the grandmother ate thecake and drank the wine which Red Riding Hood had brought,and revived. But Red Riding Hood thought to herself: 'As longas I live, I will never leave the path by myself to run intothe wood, when my mother has forbidden me to do so.'

 

It is also related that once, when Red Riding Hood was againtaking cakes to the old grandmother, another wolf spoke toher, and tried to entice her from the path. Red Riding Hood,however, was on her guard, and went straight forward on herway, and told her grandmother that she had met the wolf, andthat he had said 'good morning' to her, but with such awicked look in his eyes, that if they had not been on thepublic road she was certain he would have eaten her up.

     'Well,' said the grandmother, 'we will shut the door, sothat he can not come in.'

     Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried: 'Open thedoor, grandmother, I am Little Red Riding Hood, and ambringing you some cakes.'

     But they did not speak, or open the door, so the grey-beard stole twice or thrice round the house, and at lastjumped on the roof, intending to wait until Red Riding Hoodwent home in the evening, and then to steal after her anddevour her in the darkness. But the grandmother saw what wasin his thoughts.

     In front of the house was a great stone trough, so shesaid to the child: 'Take the pail, Red Riding Hood; I madesome sausages yesterday, so carry the water in which I boiledthem to the trough.'

     Red Riding Hood carried until the great trough was quitefull. Then the smell of the sausages reached the wolf, and hesniffed and peeped down, and at last stretched out his neckso far that he could no longer keep his footing and began toslip, and slipped down from the roof straight into the greattrough, and was drowned. But Red Riding Hood went joyouslyhome, and no one ever did anything to harm her again.

Activities

1Using flashcard the professor introduce and narrate the taleabout Red Riding Hood.

2.Group discussion about the moral.

3.Develoment a reader´s theater

Little Red Riding Hood

adapted by Richard Swallow

Parts (9): Narrator 1 Narrator 2 Narrator 3 Narrator 4

Little Red Mother Wolf Grandmother Huntsman

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Narrator 1: Once upon a time there was a dear little girl whowas loved by every one who looked at her, but most of all byher grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else. So she was always called Little Red Riding Hood.

Narrator 2: One day her mother said to her, Mother: "Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing. And when you go into her room, don't forget to say, good-morning, and don't peep into every corner before you do it."Little Red: "I will take greatcare,"

Narrator 3: said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it.

Narrator 4: The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Little Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.Wolf: "Good-day, Little Red Riding Hood,"

Narrator 1: said the wolf.Little Red: "Thank you kindly, wolf."Narrator 2: said Little Red Riding Hood in her sweetestvoice.Wolf: "Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?"

Narrator 3: asked the wolf.Little Red: "I'm going to my grandmother's."Narrator 4: said Little Red Riding Hood with asmile in her voice.Wolf: "And what have you got in your apron?"

Narrator 1: asked the wolf in as kindly a voice as he could muster.Little Red: "Cake and wine. Yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger."

Narrator 2: explained Little Red Riding Hood politely.Wolf: "Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?"Little Red: "A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood. Her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below. You surely must know it."

Narrator 3: The wolf thought to himself, Wolf: "What a tenderyoung creature. What a nice plump mouthful, she will be better to eat than the old woman. I must act craftily, so asto catch both."

Narrator 4: So he walked for a short time by the side ofLittle Red Riding Hood; then he said,Wolf: "See, Little RedRiding Hood, how pretty the flowers are about here. Why doyounot look round. I believe, too, that you do not hear howsweetly the little birds are singing. You walk gravely alongas if you were going to school, while everything else outhere in the wood is merry."

Narrator 1: Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes, and whenshe saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through thetrees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought,Little Red: "Suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay. Thatwould please her too. It is

so early in the day that I shall still get there in goodtime."

Narrator 2: And so she ran from the path into the wood tolook for flowers. And whenever she had picked one, shefancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, andran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.

Narrator 3: Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to thegrandmother's house and knocked at the door. Grandmother:"Who is there?"Wolf: "Little Red Riding Hood "I am bringingcake and wine. Open the door."Grandmother: "Lift the latch,"

Narrator 1: called out the grandmother, Grandmother: "I amtoo weak, and cannot get up."

Narrator 2: The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open,and without saying a word he went straight to thegrandmother's bed, and devoured her. Then he put on herclothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed anddrew the curtains.

Narrator 3: Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been runningabout picking flowers, and when she had gathered so manythat she could carry no more, she remembered hergrandmother, and set out on the way to her.

Narrator 4: She was surprised to find the cottage-doorstanding open, and when she went into the room, she had sucha strange feeling that she said to herself, Little Red: "Ohdear, how uneasy I feel to-day, and at other times I likebeing with grandmother so much."

Narrator 1: She called out, Little Red: "Good morning,"

Narrator 2: but received no answer. So she went to the bedand drew back the curtains. There lay her grandmother withher cap pulled far over her face, and looking verystrange.Little Red: "Oh, grandmother,"

Narrator 3: she said, Little Red: "What big ears youhave."Wolf: "The better to hear you with, my child,"

Narrator 4: replied the wolf.Little Red: "But, grandmother,what big eyes you have,"

Narrator 1: Little Red Riding Hood said with surprise in hervoice.Wolf: "The better to see you with, my dear."Little Red:"But, grandmother, what large hands you have."Wolf: "Thebetter to hug you with."Little Red: "Oh, but, grandmother,what a terrible big mouth you have."Wolf: "The better to eatyou with."

Narrator 2: And scarcely had the wolf said this, than withone bound he was out of bed and swallowed up Little RedRiding Hood in one bite.

Narrator 3: When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he laydown again in the bed, fell asleep and began to snore veryloud. A huntsman was just passing the house, and thought tohimself, Huntsman: "How the old woman is snoring. I must justsee if she wants anything."

Narrator 4: So he went into the room, and when he came to thebed, he saw that the wolf was lying in it. Huntsman: "Do I find you here, you old sinner?"

Narrator 1: said the huntsman. Huntsman: "I have long sought you."

Narrator 2: Then just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so he did notfire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut open the stomach of the sleeping wolf.

Narrator 3: When he had made two snips, he saw the Little RedRiding Hood shining, and then he made two snips more, and thelittle girl sprang out, crying, Little Red: "Ah, how frightened I have been. How dark it was inside the wolf."

Narrator 4: And after that the aged grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely able to breathe. Little Red Riding Hood, however, quickly fetched great stones with which they filled the wolf's belly, and when he awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones were so heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead.

Narrator 1: Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf's skin and went home with it. The grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine which Little Red Riding Hood had brought, and revived, but Little Red Riding Hood thought to herself, Little Red: "as long as I live, I will never by myself leave the path, to run into the wood, when my mother has forbidden me to do so.

Narrator 4: It is also related that once when Little Red Riding Hood was again taking cakes to her old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to entice her from the path. Little Red Riding Hood, however, was on her guard, and went straight forward on her way, and said to her grandmother,

Little Red: "Grandmother, I met another wolf wolf, he had said good-morning to me, but with such a wicked look in his eyes, that if we had not been on the public road she I am certain he would have eaten me up. Grandmother: "Well,"

Narrator 1: said the grandmother, Grandmother: "We will shut the door, that he may not come in."

Narrator 2: Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried, Wolf: "Open the door, grandmother, I am Little Red Riding Hood, and am bringing you some cakes."

Narrator 3: But they did not speak, or open the door, so the grey-beard stole twice or thrice round the house, and at last jumped on the roof, intending to wait until Little Red Riding Hood went home in the evening, and then to steal after her and devour her in the darkness. But the grandmothersaw what was in his thoughts. In front of the house was a great stone trough, so she said to the Little Red Riding Hood, Grandmother: "Take the pail, Little Red Riding Hood. I made some sausages yesterday, so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough."

Narrator 4: Little Red Riding Hood carried the water until the great trough was quite full. Then the smell of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could no longer keep his footing and began to slip, and slipped down from the roof straight into thegreat trough, and was drowned.But Little Red Riding Hood went joyously home, and no one ever did anything to harm her again.

3. Students have to write a paragraph about how was teexperience to make a reader´s theader.

Rapunzel by Brother Grimm

There were once a man and a woman who had long, in vain,wished for a child. At length it appeared that God was aboutto grant their desire.

     These people had a little window at the back of theirhouse from which a splendid garden could be seen, which wasfull of the most beautiful flowers and herbs. It was,however, surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to gointo it because it belonged to an enchantress, who had greatpower and was dreaded by all the world.

     One day the woman was standing by this window andlooking down into the garden, when she saw a bed which wasplanted with the most beautiful rampion, and it looked sofresh and green that she longed for it. She quite pined away,and began to look pale and miserable.

     Her husband was alarmed, and asked: 'What ails you, dearwife?'

     'Ah,' she replied, 'if I can't eat some of the rampion,which is in the garden behind our house, I shall die.'

     The man, who loved her, thought: 'Sooner than let yourwife die, bring her some of the rampion yourself, let it costwhat it will.'

     At twilight, he clambered down over the wall into thegarden of the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful oframpion, and took it to his wife. She at once made herself asalad of it, and ate it greedily. It tasted so good to her -so very good, that the next day she longed for it three timesas much as before.

     If he was to have any rest, her husband knew he mustonce more descend into the garden. Therefore, in the gloom ofevening, he let himself down again; but when he had clambereddown the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw theenchantress standing before him.

     'How can you dare,' said she with angry look, 'descendinto my garden and steal my rampion like a thief? You shallsuffer for it!'

     'Ah,' answered he, 'let mercy take the place of justice,I only made up my mind to do it out of necessity. My wife sawyour rampion from the window, and felt such a longing for itthat she would have died if she had not got some to eat.'

     The enchantress allowed her anger to be softened, andsaid to him: 'If the case be as you say, I will allow you totake away with you as much rampion as you will, only I makeone condition, you must give me the child which your wifewill bring into the world; it shall be well treated, and Iwill care for it like a mother.'

     The man in his terror consented to everything.

     When the woman was brought to bed, the enchantressappeared at once, gave the child the name of Rapunzel, andtook it away with her.

     Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child under thesun. When she was twelve years old, the enchantress shut her

into a tower in the middle of a forest. The tower had neitherstairs nor door, but near the top was a little window. Whenthe enchantress wanted to go in, she placed herself beneathit and cried:

 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your hair to me.'

Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, andwhen she heard the voice of the enchantress, she unfastenedher braided tresses, wound them round one of the hooks of thewindow above, and then the hair fell twenty ells down, andthe enchantress climbed up by it.

     After a year or two, it came to pass that the king's sonrode through the forest and passed by the tower. Then heheard a song, which was so charming that he stood still andlistened. It was Rapunzel, who in her solitude passed hertime in letting her sweet voice resound. The king's sonwanted to climb up to her, and looked for the door of thetower, but none was to be found. He rode home, but thesinging had so deeply touched his heart, that every day hewent out into the forest and listened to it.

     Once when he was thus standing behind a tree, he sawthat an enchantress came there, and he heard how she cried:

 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your hair to me.'

 Then Rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and theenchantress climbed up to her.

     'If that is the ladder by which one mounts, I too willtry my fortune,' said he, and the next day when it began togrow dark, he went to the tower and cried:

 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your hair to me.'

  Immediately the hair fell down and the king's son climbedup.

     At first Rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man,such as her eyes had never yet beheld, came to her; but the

king's son began to talk to her quite like a friend, and toldher that his heart had been so stirred that it had let himhave no rest, and he had been forced to see her. ThenRapunzel lost her fear, and when he asked her if she wouldtake him for her husband, and she saw that he was young andhandsome, she thought: 'He will love me more than old DameGothel does'; and she said yes, and laid her hand in his.

     She said: 'I will willingly go away with you, but I donot know how to get down. Bring with you a skein of silkevery time that you come, and I will weave a ladder with it,and when that is ready I will descend, and you will take meon your horse.'

     They agreed that until that time he should come to herevery evening, for the old woman came by day. The enchantressremarked nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said to her:'Tell me, Dame Gothel, how it happens that you are so muchheavier for me to draw up than the young king's son - he iswith me in a moment.'

     'Ah! you wicked child,' cried the enchantress. 'What doI hear you say! I thought I had separated you from all theworld, and yet you have deceived me!'

     In her anger she clutched Rapunzel's beautiful tresses,wrapped them twice round her left hand, seized a pair ofscissors with the right, and snip, snap, they were cut off,and the lovely braids lay on the ground. And she was sopitiless that she took poor Rapunzel into a desert where shehad to live in great grief and misery.

     On the same day that she cast out Rapunzel, however, theenchantress fastened the braids of hair, which she had cutoff, to the hook of the window, and when the king's son cameand cried:

 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your hair to me.'

 She let the hair down. The king's son ascended, but insteadof finding his dearest Rapunzel, he found the enchantress,who gazed at him with wicked and venomous looks.

     'Aha!' she cried mockingly, 'you would fetch yourdearest, but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in thenest; the cat has got it, and will scratch out your eyes aswell. Rapunzel is lost to you; you will never see her again.

The king's son was beside himself with pain, and in hisdespair he leapt down from the tower. He escaped with hislife, but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes.

     He wandered quite blind about the forest, ate nothingbut roots and berries, and did naught but lament and weepover the loss of his dearest wife. Thus he roamed about inmisery for some years, and at length came to the desert whereRapunzel, with the twins to which she had given birth, a boyand a girl, lived in wretchedness. He heard a voice, and itseemed so familiar to him that he went towards it, and whenhe approached, Rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck andwept. Two of her tears wetted his eyes and they grew clearagain, and he could see with them as before. He led her tohis kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they livedfor a long time afterwards, happy and contented.

Activities

1 .Watch a video

2. Students have to describe the physical appearance of thecharacter and comment each other.

3. Students have to make a draw of one of the character andexplained the role of she/he.

AMERICAN’S WORKS

THE UNICORN IN THE GARDEN

By JAMES THURBER

Once upon a sunny morning, a man who sat at his breakfast looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. ‘There’sa unicorn in the garden,’ he said. ‘Eating roses.’ Sheopened one unfriendly eye and looked at him. ‘The unicorn is a mythical beast,’ she said, and turned herback on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; he was now browsing among the tulips. ‘Here, unicorn,’ said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, becausethere was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. ‘The unicorn,’ he said, ‘ate a lily.’ His wife sat up in bed and looked at him, coldly. ‘You are a booby,’ she said, ‘and I amgoing to have you put in the booby-hatch.’ The man, who had never liked the words ‘booby’ and ‘booby-hatch’, and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. ‘We’ll see about that,’ he said.He walked over to the door. ‘He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead,’ he told her. Then he wentback to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the

unicorn had gone away. The man sat down among the roses and went to sleep.           As soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned a psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a straight-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist arrived, they sat down in chairs and looked at her, with great interest. ‘My husband,’ she said, ‘saw a unicorn this morning.’ The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at thepolice. ‘He told me it ate a lily,’ she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. ‘He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead,’ she said. At a solemn signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They hada hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the straight-jacket, the husband came back into the house.           ‘Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?’ asked the police. ‘Of course not,’ said the husband. ‘The unicorn is a mythical beast.’ ‘That’s all I wanted to know,’ said the psychiatrist. ‘Take her away. I’m sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jay bird.’ So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shuther up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after.

ACTIVITIESLISTENING PART

Students listen to the story named “The unicorn in the garden” and watch the respective video. They fill in a chart with information related to the story.

Speaking PARTResponding with single words or short phrases to what is heard.

Working in groups of three, the students ask for and answer aset of questions given by teacher related to the story.

Reading Understanding details in the short story.

In groups of three, the students read the story aloud in order todo different written exercises.

1.Yes, No or Maybe? In each case, give a reason for youranswer.

a. The man found it hard to believe there could be a unicornin his garden.

b.The wife didn’t believe in unicorns.

 c. The wife told her husband he was stupid.

d. The unicorn is in fact a neighbor who disguised himself.

2. Why do you think the man walked slowly downstairs?

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3. Find a word or expression in the paragraph which means thesame thing as:

a. eating

b. imaginary

c. happily

d. woke

e. madman

f. a lunatic asylum

 From paragraph 2

4. Rewrite the following false statements to make them true.a. The wife was worried when she called the police andthe psychiatrist.b. She told them to come to her house when they had time.c. The psychiatrist leapt up and grabbed the wife.d. They were unable to subdue her.

5. Why do you think the wife got up and dressed as fast asshe could?

6. The police and the psychiatrist looked at the wifewith great interest because...

A. They were interested in knowing more about the husband.

B. They were already quite sure she was crazy.

C. It was part of their job always to seem interested in what people told them.

7. Find a word or expression which means the opposite of

A. Excite

B. It was easy for them

C. She did not resist

8. Supply the missing link-words so that the sentencesgive the meaning of the text.

A. The wife telephoned the police _______________ her husbandwas asleep in the garden.

 B.________________ the wife looked excited, the police andthe psychiatrist thought she was crazy.C.___________________ she wanted the police to arrest herhusband, she was arrested herself.

9. Identify the errors in the following summary ofthis paragraph.

When the husband went out, the wife left the house as quicklyas she could and called the police and the psychiatrist. Whenthey arrived she told them there was a unicorn in the gardenand they realized she was mad. They finally jumped on her andhad no difficulty putting her into a straight-jacket.

 From paragraph 3

 

10. The husband said he had never seen a unicorn because...

A. He didn’t like psychiatrists and did not want to tellthem the truth.

 B. He was hoping to get rid of his wife by not telling them the truth.

C. He didn’t remember what had happened to him in themorning.

 D. He had never seen a unicorn and had told his wife a lie, knowing she would 

Call the psychiatrist and be shut up in an institution.

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. At the end of the text...

A. The husband succeeds in getting rid of his wife.

B. The wife succeeds in making her husband admit he’dnever seen a unicorn.

C. Both husband and wife gain something.

12. Find three words or expressions showing how violentthe wife becomes at the end of the text.  From the wholestory

WritingMaking use of new vocabulary and structures encounter in thestory, they rewrite it in a creative form.

Students get a handout with different pictures similar to acomic strip. They rewrite the story using a comic stripconversation and make up another ending

The City In The Sea

Lo! Death has reared himself a throneIn a strange city lying aloneFar down within the dim West,Where the good and the bad and the worst and the bestHave gone to their eternal rest.There shrines and palaces and towers(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)Resemble nothing that is ours.Around, by lifting winds forgot,Resignedly beneath the skyThe melancholy waters he.

No rays from the holy heaven come downOn the long night-time of that town;But light from out the lurid seaStreams up the turrets silently-Gleams up the pinnacles far and free-Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls-Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls-Up shadowy long-forgotten bowersOf sculptured ivy and stone flowers-Up many and many a marvellous shrineWhose wreathed friezes intertwineThe viol, the violet, and the vine.Resignedly beneath the skyThe melancholy waters lie.So blend the turrets and shadows thereThat all seem pendulous in air,While from a proud tower in the townDeath looks gigantically down.

There open fanes and gaping graves

Yawn level with the luminous waves;But not the riches there that lieIn each idol's diamond eye-Not the gaily-jewelled deadTempt the waters from their bed;For no ripples curl, alas!Along that wilderness of glass-No swellings tell that winds may beUpon some far-off happier sea-No heavings hint that winds have beenOn seas less hideously serene.

But lo, a stir is in the air!The wave- there is a movement there!As if the towers had thrust aside,In slightly sinking, the dull tide-As if their tops had feebly givenA void within the filmy Heaven.The waves have now a redder glow-The hours are breathing faint and low-And when, amid no earthly moans,Down, down that town shall settle hence,Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,Shall do it reverence. 

ACTIVITIES

LISTENING PART.

The professor reads and provide to the student the poem TheCity in The Sea.

Speaking part.Working in group of 4, they have to discuss about it, withthe purpose to understand it.

Using the game ELF, Giant and Jelly the professor can asksome question about it.

Reading and written partStudents have to read the poems, later they have made a listand classifies the literal figure that it contains.

Annabel LeeBY EDGAR ALLAN POE

It was many and many a year ago,

   In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you mayknow

   By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

   Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

   I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

   My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

   And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

   Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

   In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

   Of those who were older than we—

   Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

   Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

   In her sepulchre there by the sea—

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Activities

1. The class is divided in six groups; each group has to readone stanza of the poem. Later make a discussion forunderstand the poem.

2. Students have to reread the poem and take out thealliterations, consonance, assonance and refrain

3. Completing Idioms (anexos)Objectives:

To express different ideas in a foreign language; in this case, English.

To promote group work, participation and lecture comprehension.

The Raven

[First published in 1845]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak andweary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a

tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lostLenore -For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stoodrepeating`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamberdoor,

That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave notoken,And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,`Lenore!'This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirtand flutter,In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;For we cannot help agreeing that no living human beingEver yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends haveflown before -On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flownbefore.'Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock

and store,Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disasterFollowed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden boreOf "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linkingFancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yoreMeant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingTo the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease recliningOn the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from anunseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee

Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, ifbird or devil! -Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, ifbird or devil!By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above mydoor!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form

from off my door!'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, stillis sittingOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that isdreaming,And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating onthe floorShall be lifted - nevermore!

Activities

1. Since the students read The Raven recently, ask them to think about what they remember about this poem. Ask them to share words, lines, or descriptions they remember and their overall thoughts about the poem.

2. The focus for viewing Annotated Poe is for studentsto learn new vocabulary in context as they explore an interactive version of Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven. Using the highlighted vocabulary words in the interactive students will complete the Raven Vocabulary Review worksheet by finding specific words in the poem, writing the line of the poem it is used in, and defining the word. 

3. Read aloud the opening stanzas of Poe's "The Raven." Askstudents to note their reactions to the language of the poemas they listen. The following questions can guide theirwritten or verbal responses:

What are their impressions of the poem's speaker and atmosphere?

What emotions/feelings might the speaker be experiencing?

How can a reader tell the mood and tone of the poem, after hearing only the opening stanzas?

What words, images, and details does Poe provide to create this effect?

FIREWORKS BY KATY PERRY.

Activities 1.Watch a video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGJuMBdaqIw

Students listening and reading activities based on the song called Fireworks 2. Fill in the blanks, put the sentences in the correct order, find the mistakes.The students listen to the song and do the activities. 3. Then once the lyrics are complete, they precede to the reading comprehension activities.

4. Round table discussion where student can express theirs feelings

A-Listen to the song and complete lyrics

----------- ---------------- -------------- ---------------like a plastic bagDrifting thought the wind, ------------------ ---------------- ------------------ -------------- Do you ever feel, ------------- -----------------

-------------------Like a house of cards ------------ ------------- ---------- ------------- --------?

Do you ever feel -------------- ----------------- --------------------Six feet under scream but no one --------------- --------------- ---------- ---------Do you know that there's ------------ ------------ ------------ ------------ --------------Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light -------------- ------------------------ -------------Just own the night Like the Fourth of July

B- Listen and match the line

1. Cause babyA-"Oh, oh, oh!"

2 -Come on,B- across the sky-y-y

3- Make 'em goC- fallin' down-own-own

4- As you shootD- "Oh, oh, oh!"

5- Baby,E- you're a firework

6- Come on,F- let your colors burst

7- Make 'em go,

c- Spot and correct the mistakes

You don't have to feel like a waste of placeyou’re regional, cannot be replacedif you only knew what the future showsafter a hurricane there’s a rainbowMaybe you're reason why all the doors are closedso you could open one that leads you to the perfect roadlightning bolt, your hat will blow And when it’s right, know.

Boom, boom, boom. Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon.

It’s always been inside you, you, you. And now it’ time tolet it through.

Katy Perry – ROAR

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CevxZvSJLk8

Listen to the song and put the verbs in brackets into thecorrect tense:

Verse 1

1 I used __________ (bite) my tongue and __________ (hold) mybreath

2 Scared to rock the boat and make a mess

3 So I __________ (sit) quietly, ___________ (agree) politely

4 I guess that I ____________ (forget) I ___________ (have) achoice

5 I let you push me past the breaking point

6 I ____________ (stand) for nothing, so I __________ (fall)for everything

Verse 2

7 You ____________ (hold) me down, but I ___________ (get) up

8 Already brushing off the dust

9 You _____________ (hear) my voice, you ___________ (hear)that sound

10 Like thunder gonna shake the ground

11 You ____________ (hold) me down, but I ___________ (get)up

12 Get ready ‘cause I _____________ (have ) enough

13 I see it all, I see it now

Chorus

14 I ___________ (get) the eye of the tiger, a fighter,dancing through the fire

15 ‘Cause I ___________ (be) a champion and you______________ (hear) me ROAR

16 Louder, louder than a lion

17 ‘Cause I ___________ (be) a champion and you______________ (hear) me ROAR

18 Oh oh oh oh oh oh …. You ______________ (hear) me roar

Verse 3

19 Now I ________________ (float) like a butterfly

20 Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes

21 I _____________ (go) from zero, to my own hero