English Speaking Club

Time
How to stop time: kiss.
How to travel in time: read.
How to escape time: music.
How to feel time: write.
How to release time: breathe.
( - Matt Haig)

Lớp: Giao tiếp tiếng Anh dành cho học sinh Tiểu học.
Thời gian linh hoạt: Từ 5:00pm - 6:30pm, các ngày trong tuần.
Mỗi lớp tối đa 8 học sinh.
Địa điểm: Gần trường Tiểu học Nguyễn Văn Trân, xã Đa Phước, huyện Bình Chánh, Tp. HCM.

-ELS

SHOES HAVE TONGUES

Shoes have tongues,
But cannot talk;
Tables have legs,
But cannot walk.

Needles have eyes,
But cannot see;
Chairs have arms,
But they can’t hug me!

Ilo Orleans

-ELS

LOVE

I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.
I love you
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.
I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a reproach
But a song
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Roy Croft

-ELS

THIS WARM WORLD

You promise heavens free from strife,
But sweet sweet is this human life,
Your chilly stars I can forgo,
This warm kind world is all I know.

All beauteous things for which we live
By laws of time and space decay.
But oh, the very reason why
I clasp them, is because they die.

William Cory (1823)

-ELS

THE SEED

How does it know,
this little seed,
If it is to grow
To a flower or w**d,
if it is to be
a vine or shoot,
or grow to a tree
with a long deep root?
A seed is so small;
where do you suppose
it stores up all
of the things it knows?

Aileen Fisher

-ELS

LEISURE

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

William H. Davies (1871)

-ELS

THE HAMMERS

Noise of hammers once I heard,
Many hammers, busy hammers,
Beating, shaping, night and day,
To a palace; saw it reared;
Saw the hammers laid away.

And I listened, and I heard
Hammers beating, night and day,
In the palace newly reared,
Beating it to dust and clay;
Other hammers, muffled hammers,
Silent hammers of decay.

Ralph Hodgson (1871)

-ELS

BE STRONG!

Be strong!
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do and loads to lift;
Shun not the struggle – face it; ‘tis God’s gift.
Be strong!
Say not, “The days are evil; who’s to blame?”
And fold the hands and acquiesce – oh, shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God’s name.
Be strong!
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long;
Faint not – fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.

Maltbie D. Babcock (1858)

-ELS

November

The leaves are fading and falling,
The winds are rough and wild,
The birds have ceased their calling,
But let me tell you, my child.
Though day bay day, as it closes,
Doth darker and colder grow,
The roots of the bright red roses
Will keep alive in the snow.
And when the Winter is over,
The boughs will get new leaves,
The quail come back to the clover,
And the swallow back to the eaves.
The leaves to-day are whirling,
The brooks are dry and dumb,
But let me tell you, my darling,
The Spring will be sure to come.
So, when some dear joy loses
Its beauteous summer flow,
Think how the roots of the roses
Are kept alive in the snow.

Alice Cary (1820)

-ELS

A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE

Glad that I live am I;
That the sky is blue;
Glad for the country lanes,
And the fall of dew.

After the sun the rain;
After the rain the sun;
This is the way of life,
Till the work be done.

All that we need to do,
Be we low or high,
Is to see that we grow
Nearer the sky.

Lizette W. Reese (1856)

-ELS

A LITTLE WORK

A little work, a little play
To keep us going – and so, good-day!
A little warmth, a little light
Of love’s bestowing – and so, good-night!
A little fun, to match the sorrow
Of each day’s growing – and so, good-morrow!
A little trust that when we die
We reap our sowing! And so – good-bye!

George du Maurier (1834)