THE GAME OF LIFE
Summer Reading Camp 2014
Man did not weave the Web of Life: he is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
Check your understanding1.What do you mean the word Man?2.How
about web of life?3.What is your idea on the word strand?
Motive Question:What is your idea on Speech Choir?
Road to Excellence
speech [speech](plural speeches) noun 1. speaking ability: the
ability to speak (often used before a noun) 2. communication by
speaking: the act of communicating by speaking 3. utterances:
things that are saidrecordings of human speech 4. spoken language:
spoken language, especially as distinct from the written
languageeffective communication in both speech and writing 5.
address: a talk given to an audience 6. particular way of speaking:
a particular way of speaking or using language, especially that of
a person or group.
130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far
more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts
are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have
seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her
cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the
breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet
well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I
never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the
ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she
belied with false compare
18 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely
and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the
eye of heaven shines And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And
every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or nature's
changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall death brag
thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou
grow'st: So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives
this, and this gives life to thee.
73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves,
or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the
cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me
thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the
west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second
self that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of
such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed
whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished
by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love
that well, which thou must leave ere long.
116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments;
love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends
with the remover to remove: O, no, it is an ever-fixd mark, That
looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every
wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his highth be
taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within
his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief
hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this
be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever
loved.
Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in
the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourishd? Reply, reply. It
is prompted in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies In the
cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell: I'll begin
itDing, dong, bell. Ding, dong, bell.
Where the Bee Sucks, There Suck I Where the bee sucks, there
suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily
shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Thank You!
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