DEV/ACD/FMT/150/R0
VACCATION ASSIGNMENT CLASS VI to VII - 2016 [CBSE i]
ENGLISH:
1. Learn the poems given.
2. While walking down your neighbourhood street,you happen to meet a gardener.
Take a short interview listing the activities he involves himself in, taking care of
the flora and fauna. Click photographs of the interview taken by you.
3. Make a list of all the books that you read during the holidays and write the
summary.
4. Elocution Topic: Stand -up to Start up India.(Time 5 Minutes).
MALAYALAM:
പ്രസംഗം:
HINDI:
1. Learn and write 50 new words in Hindi with English meanings .
2. Learn and write 2 poems . (5 minute)
1 . झ ाँसी की र नी ( परू ी कवित ) सुभद्रा कुमारी चौहान
2 . पहली बूँद ( परू ी कवित ) गोपाल कृष्ण कौल
3. Learn and write one essay on Discipline( Anushaasan ) .
4. Elocution: Topic – ‘ आलस्य सबसे बड़ा शत्रु ’ (5 minute
SOCIAL SCIENCE:
Read through the Manual of Nile Valley and prepare a PPT, comparing it with the Indus
Valley Civilization.
Note : Prepare for Elocution and Recitation . It will be considered as an evaluation
for FA 1and talents fest selection round
ENGLISH POEMS
O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Ozymandias -Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
MALAYALAM POEMS
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