Презентация по английскому языку Роберт Бёрнс

Robert BurnsВыполнила: учитель английского языка Джамиева М.Б.Муниципальное автономное образовательное учреждение Перевозского муниципального района Нижегородской области«Дубская основная школа» Biography Robert Burns, Scotland's national poet, was born on January 25, 1759 in Scotland. His father, William Burns, was a poor farmer, There were seven children in the family, and Robert was the eldest. His father knew the value of a good education, and he tried to give his children the best education he could. afford. Robert was sent to school at the age of six, but as his father could not pay for the two sons, Robert and his brother Gilbert attended school in turn.  When not at school, the boys helped their father with his work in the fields. But soon the teacher left, and so Burns's father invited a young school teacher to teach the boys. When the teacher left, the poet's father taught the children himself. Reading and writing, arithmetic, English grammar, history, literature, EVene and Latin - that was Robert Burns's education. The poetry and songs of Robert Burns are famous all over the world. Robert Burns's poems and verses inspired Beethoven, Schumann, Mendelssohn and other composers who wrote music to them. Burns is a democratic poet. His sympathy was with the poor. That is why his funeral was attended by a crowd of ten thousand. They were the common Scottish people whom he had loved and for whom he had written his poems and songs. The most popular poems of Robert Burns are "The Tree of Liberty", "My Heart's in the Highlands", "A Red, Red Rose" and many others.  Poems My heart`s in the Highlands 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 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. A Red Red RoseO 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 well, my only LuveAnd fare thee well, a while!And I will come again, my Luve,Tho’ it were ten thousand mile. FAREWELL TO ELIZAFrom thee, Eliza, I must go, And from my native shore; The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's roar: But boundless oceans, roaring wide, Between my love and me, They never, never can divide My heart and soul from thee. Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, The maid that I adore! A boding voice is in mine ear, We part to meet no more! But the latest throb that leaves my heart, While Death stands victor by, - That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh!  Тhank you for your attention!