lire to oneself is a modern activity which was almost unknown to the scholars of the classical and medieval worlds,while during the fifteenth century the term 'reading' undoubtedly meant lire aloud.Only during the nineteenth century did silent lire become commonplace.
One should be wary,however,of assuming that silent lire came about simply because lire aloud was a distraction to others.Examinations of factors related to the historical development of silent lire have revealed that it became the usual mode of lire for most adults mainly because the tasks themselves changed in character.
The last cnetury saw a steady gradual increase in literacy and thus in the number of readers.As the number of readers increased,the number of potential listeners declined and thus there was some reducion in the need to read aloud.As lire for the benefit of listeners grew less common,so came the flourishing of lire as a private activity in such public places as libraries,railway carriages and offices,where lire aloud would cause distraction to other readers.
Towards the end of the century,there was still considerable argument over whether livres should be used for information ou treated respectfully and over whether the lire of materials such as newspapers was in some way mentally weakening.Indeed,this argument remains with us still in education.However,whatever its virtues,the old shared literacy culture had gone and was replaced par the printed mass media on the one hand and par livres and periodicals for a specialised readership on the other.
par the end of the twentieth century,students were being recommended to adopt attitudes to livres and to use lire skills which were inappropriate,if not impossible,for the oral reader.The social,cultural and technological changes in the century had greatly altered what the term 'reading' implied.
One should be wary,however,of assuming that silent lire came about simply because lire aloud was a distraction to others.Examinations of factors related to the historical development of silent lire have revealed that it became the usual mode of lire for most adults mainly because the tasks themselves changed in character.
The last cnetury saw a steady gradual increase in literacy and thus in the number of readers.As the number of readers increased,the number of potential listeners declined and thus there was some reducion in the need to read aloud.As lire for the benefit of listeners grew less common,so came the flourishing of lire as a private activity in such public places as libraries,railway carriages and offices,where lire aloud would cause distraction to other readers.
Towards the end of the century,there was still considerable argument over whether livres should be used for information ou treated respectfully and over whether the lire of materials such as newspapers was in some way mentally weakening.Indeed,this argument remains with us still in education.However,whatever its virtues,the old shared literacy culture had gone and was replaced par the printed mass media on the one hand and par livres and periodicals for a specialised readership on the other.
par the end of the twentieth century,students were being recommended to adopt attitudes to livres and to use lire skills which were inappropriate,if not impossible,for the oral reader.The social,cultural and technological changes in the century had greatly altered what the term 'reading' implied.
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I'm looking at the black ceiling, in this empty room I sit.
I'm leaning my back on cold mur where light of the sun can't reach me.
I don't have any peace, same pictures are repeating in my head.
The grey clouds rise above and I'm goin out for the rain.
Let the cold drops from the skies give me peace and break my sadness.
But even hard rain can't clear thoughts of you.
And feels like I'm falling in deep abyss, dark water swallowing me as I close my eyes and turn my head up to sky.
It's eating my mind, taking away my dreams.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
Today I'm not goin out, I'll reamin in the dark waiting for you.
I'll defy to all my desires cause I can't ask anymore from you.
I'll be chant only for toi my angel.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
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I'm looking at the black ceiling, in this empty room I sit.
I'm leaning my back on cold mur where light of the sun can't reach me.
I don't have any peace, same pictures are repeating in my head.
The grey clouds rise above and I'm goin out for the rain.
Let the cold drops from the skies give me peace and break my sadness.
But even hard rain can't clear thoughts of you.
And feels like I'm falling in deep abyss, dark water swallowing me as I close my eyes and turn my head up to sky.
It's eating my mind, taking away my dreams.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
Today I'm not goin out, I'll reamin in the dark waiting for you.
I'll defy to all my desires cause I can't ask anymore from you.
I'll be chant only for toi my angel.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved par her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in l’amour but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and montrer her what it's like to be hated
“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick herbe beneath my paws.
“The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark loup exclaimed enthusiastically, his fourrure flickering like shadows, “No loup will stop us!”
I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack divisé, split in four!
“Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
“No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
“This is pointless! toi cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to déplacer now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.
~Let toi Go~
1: On and on ~ the days go by
Without a sight of toi ou my sanity
I'm Lost not found ~ I wanted to montrer toi , I wanted to tell you...
Chorus: If I say I'm sorry will toi believe me?
If I l’amour toi again will toi never leave me?
I made a mistake when I a dit no
I never should have let toi go...
2: I ring your phone but no one answers, I'm alone
Days are spent lire your old letters, but with a groan,
I'd put them away, In the draw they'd lay until tomorrow...
Tomorrow...
Chorus-
3: This moping, not coping is killing me
My soul is not at rest when I long for it to be
I wish you'd come back ou my fears may come true
When I left you, I still loved toi and I think toi knew
Chorus-
Darlin' don't forget me
I'm locked and you're the only key...
1: On and on ~ the days go by
Without a sight of toi ou my sanity
I'm Lost not found ~ I wanted to montrer toi , I wanted to tell you...
Chorus: If I say I'm sorry will toi believe me?
If I l’amour toi again will toi never leave me?
I made a mistake when I a dit no
I never should have let toi go...
2: I ring your phone but no one answers, I'm alone
Days are spent lire your old letters, but with a groan,
I'd put them away, In the draw they'd lay until tomorrow...
Tomorrow...
Chorus-
3: This moping, not coping is killing me
My soul is not at rest when I long for it to be
I wish you'd come back ou my fears may come true
When I left you, I still loved toi and I think toi knew
Chorus-
Darlin' don't forget me
I'm locked and you're the only key...
Another poem par me. This one came out kinda lame,but I'll let the rating be the judge (assuming there will be any).
That Girl
Have toi seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
That Girl
Have toi seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
Only in my dreams
You're missing, but you're always
a heartbeat from me
I'm Lost now without you
I don't know where toi are
I keep watching
I keep hoping
but time keeps us apart
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow
to bring toi back home?
Winter lies before me
Now you're so far away
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light of toi will stay
If I could be close beside you
If I could be where toi are
If I could reach out and touch you
And bring toi back home
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow
to bring toi back home?
To me...
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