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План внеклассного урока по английскому языку на тему "The beauty of poetry is the beauty of language"

The beauty of poetry is the beauty of language

The aim of the competition:

- to develop the creative abilities of students;

- to increase the motivation of students to learn English;

- contribute to a deeper mastery of the language;

- foster respect for the culture of the language is spoken;

- develop public speaking skills.

Hardware: PC, multimedia projector, certificates to be awarded.

Nominations: "The best pronunciation", "Expressive reading", "Stage skill."

Criteria for evaluation.

Performance of children assessed on a scale on the following criteria:

  - The correct pronunciation of English words;

  - Observance of intonation;

  - Artistry;

- Expressive reading of the poem.

The motion of the competition

Good day dear friends, teachers and students! Please allow me to start our competition by name The beauty of poetry is the beauty of language”

Welcome to our poem competition! Today we will recite and listen to different poems of the English and American poets of different times, also the thought about poetry of famous people. Imagine your poem before your eyes and try to present it as clear as you can to reach the hearts of the listeners. Somerset Maugham once said “The crown of literature is Poetry. It is its end and aim. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes”.

Look at the blackboard, where you can some of them. And today we will remember their poems.

Allow me to introduce our participants!

Today you will recite poems in English and our highly-respected jury find out who can do it very well. Don’t be shy, dear participants; try to act out the poems artistically and in a natural manner.

Let’s start with one of the most beautiful poems of English literature and listen to our student from 5th grade Good luck!

  1. Tanirbergenova Dilnaz – 5D

  2. Azimkhanova Anel – 5D

  3. Serikkaly Aisha – 5D

  4. Bagdatova Aruzhan – 5A

  5. Mustahanova Aruzhan – 5A

As poetry is a very special thing, which you cannot see, but only feel, everybody from you must express the image of your poem by means of excellent expressiveness and correct intonation and tone of your speech.

Let me invite the students of the 6th form

  1. Kayrbekov Aly

  2. Kozhamuratov Ersain

  3. Akhmetkhanov Sanzhar

  4. Serik Erniyaz

  5. Mukhtarova Gulzat

  6. Kayrbekova Adina

  7. Zaripov Dyas

Poetry is a form of literary art in which language is used to express various emotions. Poetry is a piece of literature written by a poet in verse. Poetry is the language of imagination, feelings and emotions. As one famous Englishman said "Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing." Poetry is a lot of things to a lot of people.

Let me invite the students of the 7th form

  1. Kulzhanova Botagoz

Let me invite the students of the 8th form

  1. Karybayeva Gulnur

  2. Koshanov Danel

  3. Samatova Aydana

  4. Rakhymkhanova Aray

Kitty and Betty

Kitty’s house is in the country,

Betty’s house is in the city.

Kitty likes to stay with Betty,

Betty likes to stay with Kitty.

Betty likes the country best,

Kitty likes the busy city.

That is a lucky thing

For Betty and for Kitty.

The weather

When the weather is wet

We must not fret.

When the weather is cold

We must not scold.

When the weather is warm

We must not storm.

But be thankful together

Whatever the weather.


There were two blackbirds,

Sitting on a hill,

The one named Jack,

The other named Jill;

Fly away, Jack!

Fly away, Jill!

Come again, Jack!

Come again, Jill!

A Child Wish.
I want to live
And not to die!
I want to laugh
And not to cry!

I want to feel
summer sun
I want to sing
When life is fun.

I want to fly
Into the blue.
I want to swim
As fish do.

I want to stretch out
Friendly hands
To all the young
Of other lands.

I want to laugh
And not to cry!
I want to live
And not to die!


The sun descending in the west,

The evening star does shine;

The birds are silent in their nest,

And I must seek for mine.

The moon, like a flower,

In heaven`s high bower,

With silent delight

Sits and smiles on the night.

Book, Look!

Since books are friends,

They need much care.

When you are reading them,

Be good to them and fair!

Use books-marks, children,

To hold your place,

And don`t turn a book

Upon its clear face.

Remember, children, then:

Books are meant to read.

Not cut or colour them-

No, really never indeed!


White sheep, white sheep

On a blue hill.

When the wind stops

You all stand still.

You walk far away

When the winds blow.

White sheep,white sheep,

Where do you go?


Some people live in the country

Where the houses are very small,

Some people live in the city

Where the houses are very tall.

But in the country where the houses are small,

The gardens are big,

And in the city where the houses are tall,

There are no gardens at all.

Where do you live?

Secret Ambitions

People sometimes say to me:

«Tell me, what do you want to be?»

I usually answer, «I don`t know»,

But it isn`t really so:

I want to win an Olympic race,

I want to see the Earth from space,

I want to travel to Timbuktu,

I want to be rich and famous, too.

I want to star on Hollywood`s screen,

I want to invent a new machine,

I want to be very clever and wise,

I want to win the Nobel prize.

But most all, I want to be.


I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know!

Christina Rossetti

Big Ban

Big Ban is high above the town,

It is a symbol of the Crown.

Its sight is handsome in the noon,

At night, it’s shining like a moon.

It has as many as four faces.

The deep voices heard in many places

Its work is industrious, in fact.

It tells the time to everyone,

The job is said to be well-done.

Sometimes its stroke is like a call

Of old Sir Benjamin Hall.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
     How I wonder what you are.
     Up above the world so high,
     Like a diamond in the sky.

     When the blazing sun is gone,
     When he nothing shines upon,
     Then you show your little light,
     Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

     Then the traveller in the dark,
     Thanks you for your tiny spark,
     He could not see which way to go,
     If you did not twinkle so.

     In the dark blue sky you keep,
     And often through my curtains peep,
     For you never shut your eye,
     'Till the sun is in the sky.

     As your bright and tiny spark,
     Lights the traveller in the dark.
     Though I know not what you are,
     Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

At the Seaside (2 балл)

Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup,
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more. 

Bed in Summer

Robert Louis Stevenson (4 балл)

 In winter I get up at night 
And dress by yellow candle-light. 
In summer quite the other way, 
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see 
The birds still hopping on the tree, 
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet 
Still going past me in the street. 
And does it not seem hard to you, 
When all the sky is clear and blue, 
And I should like so much to play, 
To have to go to bed by day?

Rudyard Kipling (6 балл)

I keep six honest serving-men

(They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Why and When
And How and Where and Who.
I send them over land and sea,
I send them east and west;
But after they have worked for me,
I give them all a rest.
I let them rest from nine till five,
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men.
But different folk have different views; 
I know a person small-
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all!
She sends'em abroad on her own affairs,
From the second she opens her eyes –
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
And seven million Whys!

Winter Time

Robert Louis Stevenson (8 балл)

 Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit,
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap,
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.


Lewis Carroll (10 балл)

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

So I can see you can recite the poems very well. What poems do you like? Why do you like this poem?

Let me finish by the words of Rita Dove: “Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful”.

Thank you very much for your attention. Our competition is over.

  • Иностранные языки

Это план внеклассного мероприятия на тему "The beauty of poetry is the beauty of language". Это план мероприятия на неделю английского языка или на день английского языка. Cценарии можно использовать на конкурс чтецов по английскому языку или на фонетический фестиваль. Сценарии можно использовать на все возрастные группы. Этот сценарии рассчитан на учеников 5-8 классов. Детям можно дать стихотворения из этого сценария таких известных авторв как Byron, Shakespeare. В конце мероприятия можно наградить детей грамотами разных категории и номинации. Очень интересный и содержательный сценарий.

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