Презентация по английскому языку Роберт Бернс

In the lesson you will learn new words read and speak do exercises 1759—1796) Royal Standard Flag Alloway Parliament House, in Edinburgh, is the home of the Court of Session. Memorial in London Burns Monument on Calton Hill, Edinburgh On Union Terrace, Aberdeen, Robert Burns, 1892 bronze by Henry Bain Smith Robert Burns Mausoleum at St. Michael's churchyard in Dumfries. Inside the Burns Cottage Museum in Alloway. The River Nith at Ellisland Farm. Burns House in Dumfries, Scotland Dumfries town centre. Robert Burns was born on 25 January 1759 in the village of Alloway, two miles south of Ayr. His parents, Willian Burnes and Agnes Broun, were tenant farmers but they ensured their son received a relatively good education. His father died in 1784 and Burns tried to make a go of it as a farmer, but found more success with poetry. He settled in Dumfries, where he worked as an excise agent while continuing to write. He died on 21 July 1796 aged just 37 and was buried with full civil and military honours on the very day his son Maxwell was born. A memorial edition of his poems was published to raise money for his wife and children. The death room of Robert Burns To raise money to emigrate to Jamaica, he published a collection called Poems in Kilmarnock in 1786. The collection was sold well so Burns decided to stay in Scotland. Even as a well-known poet and a favorite native son, Burns still had to work for a living. Robert Burns is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement. In 2009 he was voted by the Scottish public as being the Greatest Scott. As well as making original compositions, Burns also collected folk songs from across Scotland, often revising or adapting them. His poem (and song) Auld Lang Syne is often sung at Hogmanay (the last day of the year), and Scots Wha Hae served for a long time as an unofficial national anthem of the country. Piping in the guests A Burns Night calls for a piper to welcome guests. For more formal events, the audience should stand to welcome arriving guests: the piper plays until the high table is ready to be seated, at which point a round of applause is due. The Chair warmly welcomes and introduces the assembled guests and the evening's entertainment. Toast to the haggis Prompted by the speaker, the audience now joins in the toast to the haggis. Raise a glass and shout: The haggis! Then it's time to serve the main course with its traditional companions. In larger events, the piper leads a procession carrying the opened haggis out to the kitchen for serving; audience members should clap as the procession departs. Auld Lang Syne, To a Mouse, A Man's A Man for A' That, Ae Fond Kiss, Scots Wha Hae, Tam O'Shanter, Halloween, The Battle of Sherramuir and very many others. The Original Manuscript of The Battle of Sherramuir. Died 23 August 1305 (aged 31–33) Commander in the Scottish Wars of Independence The Wallace Monument commemorates William Wallace, the 13th-century Scottish hero. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth ; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow, Farewell to the straths and green vallies below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. O my Luve's like a red, red roseThat’s newly sprung in June;O my Luve's like the melodieThat’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 weel, my only LuveAnd fare thee weel, a while!And I will come again, my Luve,Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.