My Personal Slave (for Unit 1) (Solutions Advanced)

My Personal Slave

Kenn Nesbitt

I'm making my brother my personal slave,

so now when I greet you my brother will wave.

He'll do all my homework; he'll take all my tests.

He'll clean up my messes and wait on my guests.

He'll hold out my hanky whenever I sneeze.

He'll say that he did it if I "cut the cheese."

He'll go take a bath if I play in the dirt.

He'll eat all my spinach, then feed me dessert.

He'll empty the garbage and vacuum the floors

and finish my other unsavory chores,

like washing the dishes and mowing the yard

or anything else even modestly hard.

I really enjoy all the effort I save

by making my brother my personal slave.

And though I'll admit how exciting it is,

I'm not sure it's worth it, 'cause next week I'm his.

Freedom's Fool (for Unit 2) (Solutions Advanced)

Freedom's Fool

by Robert William Service

To hell with Government I say;

I'm sick of all the piddling pack.

I'd like to scram, get clean away,

And never, nevermore come back.

With heart of hope I long to go

To some lost island of the sea,

And there get drunk with joy to know

No one on earth is over me.

There will be none to say me nay,

So from my lexicon I can

Obliterate the word "obey",

And mock the meddling laws of man.

The laws of Nature and of God

Are good enough for guys like me,

Who scorn to kiss the scarlet rod

Of office and authority.

No Stars and Stripes nor Union Jack,

Nor tri-colour nor crimson rag

Shall claim my love, I'll turn my back

On every land, on every flag.

My banner shall be stainless white,

An emblem of the Golden Rule,

Yet for its freedom I will fight

And die - like any other fool.

Oh Government's a bitter pill!

No force or fear shall forge my fate;

I'll bow to no communal will,

For I myself shall be the State.

Uncurst by man-curb and control,

my Isle shall be emparadised,

And I will re-possess my soul . . .

Mad Anarchist! - Well, wasn't Christ?

Dream land (for Unit 3) (Solutions Advanced)

DREAM LAND

Christina Rossetti

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.

Dear Santa (for Unit 4) (Solutions advanced)

Dear Santa, Did You Get My Tweet?

Dear Santa, did you get my tweet
of presents I would think are sweet?
And what about my Facebook post
of toys and stuff I want the most?

Dear Santa, did you read my blog?
That's where I keep a running log
of all the times that I've been good
and doing things I know I should.

I hope you saw my Instagram,
my email wasn't flagged as spam,
you've seen my YouTube channel too
and all my texts have made it through.

Wait, does the North Pole even get
computers and the Internet?
I hope it does. I mean, it better,
or I might have to write a letter.

Kenn Nesbitt

I sit and think (for Unit 6) (Solutions Advanced)

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
I Sit and Think

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

We wear the mask (for Unit 7) (Solutions Advanced)

Paul Laurence Dunbar
We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

First love (for Unit 8) (Solutions Advanced)

First Love

John Clare

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start --
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice?
Is love's bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love's appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more

William Shakespeare (for Unit 9) (Solutions Advanced)

William Shakespeare
SONNET 18 PARAPHRASE

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?///// Shall I compare you to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:///// You are more lovely and more constant:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,///// Rough winds shake the beloved buds of May

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:///// And summer is far too short:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,///// At times the sun is too hot,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;///// Or often goes behind the clouds;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,///// And everything beautiful sometime will lose its beauty,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;///// By misfortune or by nature's planned out course.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade///// But your youth shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;///// Nor will you lose the beauty that you possess;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,///// Nor will death claim you for his own,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:///// Because in my eternal verse you will live forever.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,///// So long as there are people on this earth,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.///// So long will this poem live on, making you immortal.

THEE /ðiː/

THOU [ðaʊ]

HATH /hæθ/

OWEST /oust/

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