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Composed Upon Westminster Bridge


Earth has not anything to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep

In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;

Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

And all that mighty heart is lying still!

By William Wordsworth


Here is the class performance poem. The classteacher will work on this with you during September.



From the Witches' Chant-Macbeth

Round about the couldron go: 
In the poisones entrails throw. 
Toad,that under cold stone 
Days and nights has thirty-one 
Sweated venom sleeping got, 
Boil thou first in the charmed pot. 

Double,double toil and trouble; 
Fire burn and cauldron bubble. 

Fillet of a fenny snake, 
In the cauldron boil and bake; 
Eye of newt and toe of frog, 
Wool of bat and tongue of dog, 
Adder's fork and blindworm's sting, 
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing. 
For charm of powerful trouble, 
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. 
Double,double toil and trouble; 
Fire burn and couldron bubble. 

Scale of dragon,tooth of wolf, 
Witch's mummy, maw and gulf 
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, 
Root of hemlock digg'd in the dark, 
Liver of blaspheming Jew; 
Gall of goat; andslips of yew 
silver'd in the moon's eclipse; 
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; 
Finger of birth-strangled babe 
Ditch-deliver'd by the drab,- 
Make the gruel thick and slab: 
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, 
For ingrediants of our cauldron. 
Double,double toil and trouble, 
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

William Shakespeare