Sixth-Eighth Grade English/History
30 November, 2021
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All homework listed is due the following day at the beginning of class unless otherwise noted.
Poem for 6/7 – 11/29-12/10
The Three Candles
When the Christmas-tide drew nigh, On a shelf three candles bright, Two were red and one was white, Waited for who came to buy. Said the first one, "I shall be Chosen for a Christmas-tree!" Said the second, "I shall light Christ Jesus on His way to-night!" Then the third one sighed, "Ah me, I know not what my lot will be!" When the dark fell, bright and gay The first candle burned away, Red as all the berries red On the holly overhead, While the children in their glee Danced around the Christmas-tree. And the second, twinkling bright, Poured forth all its golden light Through a window decked with green Garlands and red ribbons' sheen, So the Christ-child when He came Might be guided by its flame. But the third one in the gloom Of a bare and cheerless room Softly burned where long had lain A poor little child in pain, And the baby in its bed By the light was comforted. When the Christ-child passed that night All three candles gave Him light, But the brightest was the spark By the baby in the dark.
Poem for 8 – 11/29-12/10
G. K. Chesterton
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand, With shaking timber and shifting sand, Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand Than the square stones of Rome. For men are homesick in their homes, And strangers under the sun, And they lay their heads in a foreign land Whenever the day is done. Here we have battle and blazing eyes, And chance and honor and high surprise, But our homes are under miraculous skies Where the yule tale was begun. A child in a foul stable, Where the beasts feed and foam; Only where He was homeless Are you and I at home; We have hands that fashion and heads that know, But our hearts we lost how long ago! In a place no chart nor ship can show Under the sky's dome. This world is wild as an old wife's tale, And strange the plain things are, The earth is enough and the air is enough For our wonder and our war; But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings And our peace is put in impossible things Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings Round an incredible star. To an open house in the evening Home shall all men come, To an older place than Eden And a taller town than Rome. To the end of the way of the wandering star, To the things that cannot be and that are, To the place where God was homeless And all men are at home.
What are we learning the Week of 11/29 – 12/3?
|6/7||Vocab 6A; WOL Unit 6: Predicate Adjectives||The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien (connection to Beowulf)||Summarizing a Reference||Ch. 6: Founders of Christendom (test this week)||–|
|8||Vocab 6A; WOL Unit 8: Compound Sentences||The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (why has Sherlock endured?)||Summarizing a Reference||Ch. 7: The Triumph of the “Little Corporal” (test this week)||Virginity for the Sake of the Kingdom (TOB)|