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Look at the following photo and choose one or more adjectives to describe it:

fascinating      cold      relaxing
romantic          busy     silent
quiet                noisy     mysterious

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Read the following extract from "Bleak House" (C. Dickens) and "Sonnet Composed Upon Westminster Bridge" (W. Wordsworth):

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Fourth step: Sonnet Composed Upon Westminter Bridge

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Fourth step: Sonnet Composed Upon Westminter Bridge

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Upon Westminster Bridge, William Wordsworth, Illustrated Poem

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Upon Westminster Bridge, William Wordsworth, Illustrated Poem, written in 1802. Music is by John Barry for the film 'Somewhere in Time'. Composed upon Westminster Bridge Written on the roof of a coach, on my way to France.

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Bleak House by Charles Dickens (Reading - Introduction) - Rhetorical Analysis

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This video is used to help students visualize the opening paragraphs of Dickens' Bleak House. As a class, we study how Dickens uses diction and syntax to communicate an indirect message on the abusive powers of the Court of Chancery. This video is meant for educational purposes only.

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Choose one :

1) Imagine you are in London either during the Romantic Age or in the Victorian Age. You have been asked to write an article about London and its climate. Write it in 140-190 words.
2) Write a story of about 140-190 words. The story begins like this: "It was a gloomy day of November......."

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It was a gloomy day of November.  Cold, smoke and fog were  the only things my sister and I could feel. It was about 10 p.m.. We were walking along the river Thames when we met an old friend of us: Ernest Worthing. I had not seen him for a long time. How good-looking he was! I had always fancied him but I had had to move to Italy because of my mother's problems. We decided to have a hot chocolate. We went to Patterson's. There you can find the best cookies in the world! My sister left us because she had a lesson at school so we were completely alone. We started to remember our first meeting and our walks. He told me he had never got married. We left the cafè and  a heavy fog hovered us. Suddenly he embraced me fondly and we kissed: a long, passionate kiss I' will never forget. That gloomy day turned into the most beautiful day of my life.
Now  my husband Ernest and I live in London near the Westminster Bridge and whenever the fog rises we celebrate that gloomy morning of November 1804.