POTD: Sonnet XVIII, 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 often 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 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.

POTD: She Walks In Beauty, by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

Puzzle of the day: Cupcakes!

Miss Thornley bakes 365 cupcakes and needs to transport them across London for a picnic.  She has boxes which hold 6 cupcakes each.  How many boxes will she need to safely ferry the cupcakes across town?

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Extension: She could also use tubs to transport the cakes.  Each tub holds 24 cupcakes.  How many tubs would she need to transport all the cupcakes across town?

POTD: A Thought, by Elizabeth Stoddard

A Thought

Falling leaves and falling men!

    When the snows of winter fall,

And the winds of winter blows,

    Will be woven Nature’s pall.

 

Let us, then, forsake our dead;

    For the dead will surely wait

While we rush upon the foe,

    Eager for the hero’s fate.

 

Leaves will come upon the trees;

    Spring will show the happy race;

Mothers will give birth to sons—

    Loyal souls to fill our place.

 

Wherefore should we rest and rush?

    Soldiers, we must fight and save

Freedom now, and give our foes

    All their country should—a grave!

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POTD: Infant Joy, by William Blake

I have no name

I am but two days old.—

What shall I call thee?

I happy am

Joy is my name,—

Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!

Sweet joy but two days old,

Sweet joy I call thee;

Thou dost smile.

I sing the while

Sweet joy befall thee.

This week.....

In English we will be exploring poetry, honing comprehension, reading more of Boy and perfecting quick and fluid handwriting.

In Maths we are looking at co-ordinates, Venn diagrams, rotating shapes and angles, as well as targeting other areas in our revision sessions!

In RS we move on to Judaism, and in Life Skills we'll be looking at how to approach exams in a healthy and organised way!