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TRACK 14 (Practice 2, Activity 7) TRACK 17 (Practice 2, Activities 23 and 27, Reader’s
Sonnet 18
By William Shakespeare
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 oft’ is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade, And it grew both day and night,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
TRACK 15 (Practice 2, Activity 7)
Dirty Face
by Shell Silverstein
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy's shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got if from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you've had in years. And on the strangest sea;
TRACK 16 (Practice 2, Activity 15)
As Much As You Think
by Edgar Guest
You can do as much as you think you can,
but you'll never accomplish more;
if you’re afraid of yourself, young man,
there's little for you in store.
For failure comes from the inside first,
it's there, if we only knew it;
and you can win, though you face the worst,
if you feel that you're going to do it!
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Book, practice 2)
A Poison Tree
by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
TRACK 18 (Practice 2, Reader’s Book, practice 2)
Hope Is the Thing with Feathers
by Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chilliest land
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
TRACK 19 (Practice 3, Activity 5)
Girl: It has five steps, one tip and a Questions and
Answers section.
Boy: Right, each step goes after a cardinal number.
Girl: Yes, look. One, and two, three…
Boy: Thus, the numbers are used to organize the steps.
Girl: Indeed, the numbers indicate which step goes first
and which follow.
Boy: Of course, so instructions are organized as a series
of steps.
TRACK 20 (Practice 3, Activity 11)
Girl: I think it’s an experiment about light.
Boy: But the title says something about a clock, so
it’s about time.