The poem describes the harsh realities of war faced by soldiers. It depicts soldiers struggling through deep mud as they march exhausted from the front lines. One soldier is hit by gas and drowns in his own fluids as the other soldiers watch helplessly. The poem aims to convey that it is not sweet and right to die for one's country, contradicting the common propaganda phrase "Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori". It seeks to discourage the glorification of war and recruitment of young soldiers through realistic portrayal of the horrors of battle.
The text of Wilfred Owen's poem 'Dulce et decorum est' in a slideshow with some images taken from the World War One Poetry Archive.
You can download the original Apple Keynote file here: http://db.tt/MmPRKOGM
There are more images in the original, and I've used animations to help tell the story.
If you use it, I'd love a comment! Thanks. ;o)
The text of Wilfred Owen's poem 'Dulce et decorum est' in a slideshow with some images taken from the World War One Poetry Archive.
You can download the original Apple Keynote file here: http://db.tt/MmPRKOGM
There are more images in the original, and I've used animations to help tell the story.
If you use it, I'd love a comment! Thanks. ;o)
Anti war poem by Wilfred Owen. PowerPoint prepared for ISC students. Introduction is related to advanced weaponry used during World War I and the maps were used to highlight the fact that despite such weaponry, territorial expansion was marginal and futile at best. Jessie Pope also featured to show contrasting view of war at the time.
In many ways, Du Bois Of the Passing of the First Born echoes manLizbethQuinonez813
In many ways, Du Bois' Of the Passing of the First Born echoes many of the familiar themes that we have seen in past modules. However, Du Bois took decidedly different approach when writing about the loss of a child. By focusing on and accentuating his culture in the narrative, how does this story transform into a story that can connect with all people, but specifically minorities?
Instructions:
· Read the Of the Passing of the First Born
· Answer the question found above in your initial post.
· Cite work when necessary.
Submission Instructions:
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· Your initial post should be at least 200 words
The Souls of Black
Folk
by
W. E. B. Du Bois
Chapter 11:
Of the Passing of the First-Born
O sister, sister, thy first–begotten,
The hands that cling and the feet that follow,
The voice of the child's blood crying yet,
WHO HATH REMEMBERED ME? WHO HATH FORGOTTEN?
Thou hast forgotten, O summer swallow,
But the world shall end when I forget.
SWINBURNE.
"Unto you a child is born," sang the bit of yellow paper that fluttered
into my room one brown October morning. Then the fear of fatherhood
mingled wildly with the joy of creation; I wondered how it looked and
how it felt—what were its eyes, and how its hair curled and crumpled
itself. And I thought in awe of her,—she who had slept with Death to
tear a man–child from underneath her heart, while I was unconsciously
wandering. I fled to my wife and child, repeating the while to myself
half wonderingly, "Wife and child? Wife and child?"—fled fast and
faster than boat and steam–car, and yet must ever impatiently await
them; away from the hard–voiced city, away from the flickering sea into
my own Berkshire Hills that sit all sadly guarding the gates of
Massachusetts.
Up the stairs I ran to the wan mother and whimpering babe, to the
sanctuary on whose altar a life at my bidding had offered itself to win a
life, and won. What is this tiny formless thing, this newborn wail from
an unknown world,—all head and voice? I handle it curiously, and watch
perplexed its winking, breathing, and sneezing. I did not love it then; it
seemed a ludicrous thing to love; but her I loved, my girl–mother, she
whom now I saw unfolding like the glory of the morning—the
transfigured woman. Through her I came to love the wee thing, as it
grew strong; as its little soul unfolded itself in twitter and cry and half–
formed word, and as its eyes caught the gleam and flash of life. How
The Souls of Black Folk: Chapter 11 by W. E. B. Du Bois
2
Created for Lit2Go on the web at etc.usf.edu
http://etc.usf.edu
http://etc.usf.edu
beautiful he was, with his olive–tinted flesh and dark gold ringlets, his
eyes of mingled blue and brown, his perfect little limbs, and the soft
voluptuous roll which the blood of Africa had moulded into his features!
I held him in my arms, after we had sped far away from our Southern
home,—held him, and glanced at the hot red soil of Georgia and the
breathless city of a hund ...
Anti war poem by Wilfred Owen. PowerPoint prepared for ISC students. Introduction is related to advanced weaponry used during World War I and the maps were used to highlight the fact that despite such weaponry, territorial expansion was marginal and futile at best. Jessie Pope also featured to show contrasting view of war at the time.
In many ways, Du Bois Of the Passing of the First Born echoes manLizbethQuinonez813
In many ways, Du Bois' Of the Passing of the First Born echoes many of the familiar themes that we have seen in past modules. However, Du Bois took decidedly different approach when writing about the loss of a child. By focusing on and accentuating his culture in the narrative, how does this story transform into a story that can connect with all people, but specifically minorities?
Instructions:
· Read the Of the Passing of the First Born
· Answer the question found above in your initial post.
· Cite work when necessary.
Submission Instructions:
·
· Your initial post should be at least 200 words
The Souls of Black
Folk
by
W. E. B. Du Bois
Chapter 11:
Of the Passing of the First-Born
O sister, sister, thy first–begotten,
The hands that cling and the feet that follow,
The voice of the child's blood crying yet,
WHO HATH REMEMBERED ME? WHO HATH FORGOTTEN?
Thou hast forgotten, O summer swallow,
But the world shall end when I forget.
SWINBURNE.
"Unto you a child is born," sang the bit of yellow paper that fluttered
into my room one brown October morning. Then the fear of fatherhood
mingled wildly with the joy of creation; I wondered how it looked and
how it felt—what were its eyes, and how its hair curled and crumpled
itself. And I thought in awe of her,—she who had slept with Death to
tear a man–child from underneath her heart, while I was unconsciously
wandering. I fled to my wife and child, repeating the while to myself
half wonderingly, "Wife and child? Wife and child?"—fled fast and
faster than boat and steam–car, and yet must ever impatiently await
them; away from the hard–voiced city, away from the flickering sea into
my own Berkshire Hills that sit all sadly guarding the gates of
Massachusetts.
Up the stairs I ran to the wan mother and whimpering babe, to the
sanctuary on whose altar a life at my bidding had offered itself to win a
life, and won. What is this tiny formless thing, this newborn wail from
an unknown world,—all head and voice? I handle it curiously, and watch
perplexed its winking, breathing, and sneezing. I did not love it then; it
seemed a ludicrous thing to love; but her I loved, my girl–mother, she
whom now I saw unfolding like the glory of the morning—the
transfigured woman. Through her I came to love the wee thing, as it
grew strong; as its little soul unfolded itself in twitter and cry and half–
formed word, and as its eyes caught the gleam and flash of life. How
The Souls of Black Folk: Chapter 11 by W. E. B. Du Bois
2
Created for Lit2Go on the web at etc.usf.edu
http://etc.usf.edu
http://etc.usf.edu
beautiful he was, with his olive–tinted flesh and dark gold ringlets, his
eyes of mingled blue and brown, his perfect little limbs, and the soft
voluptuous roll which the blood of Africa had moulded into his features!
I held him in my arms, after we had sped far away from our Southern
home,—held him, and glanced at the hot red soil of Georgia and the
breathless city of a hund ...
This is a special edition that can not be found anywhere else. It includes pictures rarely seen and historical documents. Once a great patriot, turned traitor to his country. Liberty Education Series. Gloucester, Virginia Links and News. GVLN website. A hero to the British.
Apresento aqui uma introdução à poesia de Samuel Taylor Coleridge, que em colaboração com William Wordsworth, é considerado fundador do movimento romântico na Inglaterra. Poeta inspirado e profícuo, seus versos foram as sementes das principais ideias que vicejaram durante o final do século XVIII e início do século XIX. .
2024.06.01 Introducing a competency framework for languag learning materials ...Sandy Millin
http://sandymillin.wordpress.com/iateflwebinar2024
Published classroom materials form the basis of syllabuses, drive teacher professional development, and have a potentially huge influence on learners, teachers and education systems. All teachers also create their own materials, whether a few sentences on a blackboard, a highly-structured fully-realised online course, or anything in between. Despite this, the knowledge and skills needed to create effective language learning materials are rarely part of teacher training, and are mostly learnt by trial and error.
Knowledge and skills frameworks, generally called competency frameworks, for ELT teachers, trainers and managers have existed for a few years now. However, until I created one for my MA dissertation, there wasn’t one drawing together what we need to know and do to be able to effectively produce language learning materials.
This webinar will introduce you to my framework, highlighting the key competencies I identified from my research. It will also show how anybody involved in language teaching (any language, not just English!), teacher training, managing schools or developing language learning materials can benefit from using the framework.
Palestine last event orientationfvgnh .pptxRaedMohamed3
An EFL lesson about the current events in Palestine. It is intended to be for intermediate students who wish to increase their listening skills through a short lesson in power point.
Instructions for Submissions thorugh G- Classroom.pptxJheel Barad
This presentation provides a briefing on how to upload submissions and documents in Google Classroom. It was prepared as part of an orientation for new Sainik School in-service teacher trainees. As a training officer, my goal is to ensure that you are comfortable and proficient with this essential tool for managing assignments and fostering student engagement.
Model Attribute Check Company Auto PropertyCeline George
In Odoo, the multi-company feature allows you to manage multiple companies within a single Odoo database instance. Each company can have its own configurations while still sharing common resources such as products, customers, and suppliers.
A Strategic Approach: GenAI in EducationPeter Windle
Artificial Intelligence (AI) technologies such as Generative AI, Image Generators and Large Language Models have had a dramatic impact on teaching, learning and assessment over the past 18 months. The most immediate threat AI posed was to Academic Integrity with Higher Education Institutes (HEIs) focusing their efforts on combating the use of GenAI in assessment. Guidelines were developed for staff and students, policies put in place too. Innovative educators have forged paths in the use of Generative AI for teaching, learning and assessments leading to pockets of transformation springing up across HEIs, often with little or no top-down guidance, support or direction.
This Gasta posits a strategic approach to integrating AI into HEIs to prepare staff, students and the curriculum for an evolving world and workplace. We will highlight the advantages of working with these technologies beyond the realm of teaching, learning and assessment by considering prompt engineering skills, industry impact, curriculum changes, and the need for staff upskilling. In contrast, not engaging strategically with Generative AI poses risks, including falling behind peers, missed opportunities and failing to ensure our graduates remain employable. The rapid evolution of AI technologies necessitates a proactive and strategic approach if we are to remain relevant.
Macroeconomics- Movie Location
This will be used as part of your Personal Professional Portfolio once graded.
Objective:
Prepare a presentation or a paper using research, basic comparative analysis, data organization and application of economic information. You will make an informed assessment of an economic climate outside of the United States to accomplish an entertainment industry objective.
Unit 8 - Information and Communication Technology (Paper I).pdfThiyagu K
This slides describes the basic concepts of ICT, basics of Email, Emerging Technology and Digital Initiatives in Education. This presentations aligns with the UGC Paper I syllabus.
Synthetic Fiber Construction in lab .pptxPavel ( NSTU)
Synthetic fiber production is a fascinating and complex field that blends chemistry, engineering, and environmental science. By understanding these aspects, students can gain a comprehensive view of synthetic fiber production, its impact on society and the environment, and the potential for future innovations. Synthetic fibers play a crucial role in modern society, impacting various aspects of daily life, industry, and the environment. ynthetic fibers are integral to modern life, offering a range of benefits from cost-effectiveness and versatility to innovative applications and performance characteristics. While they pose environmental challenges, ongoing research and development aim to create more sustainable and eco-friendly alternatives. Understanding the importance of synthetic fibers helps in appreciating their role in the economy, industry, and daily life, while also emphasizing the need for sustainable practices and innovation.
1. Dulce et decorumest Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
2. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering,choking, drowning.
3. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cudOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum estPro patria mori.
4. Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
5. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
6. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering,choking, drowning
7. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cudOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
8. My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum estPro patria mori