The Junior Boys of The River Academy Theatre on the Air arranged and sang their version of Edgar Allan Poe's melancholic "Annabel Lee."
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\n\n"No Man is an Island"
\nby John Donne
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
\nis a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
\nif a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
\nis the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
\nwell as any manner of thy friends or of thine
\nown were; any man's death diminishes me,
\nbecause I am involved in mankind.
\nAnd therefore never send to know for whom
\nthe bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
We present a reading of William Wordsworth's "I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" from Emma Cenotto.
\n\n"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
\nby William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
\nThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,
\nWhen all at once I saw a crowd,
\nA host, of golden daffodils;
\nBeside the lake, beneath the trees,
\nFluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
\nAnd twinkle on the milky way,
\nThey stretched in never-ending line
\nAlong the margin of a bay:
\nTen thousand saw I at a glance,
\nTossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
\nOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:
\nA poet could not but be gay,
\nIn such a jocund company:
\nI gazed—and gazed—but little thought
\nWhat wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
\nIn vacant or in pensive mood,
\nThey flash upon that inward eye
\nWhich is the bliss of solitude;
\nAnd then my heart with pleasure fills,
\nAnd dances with the daffodils.
For our inaugural episode of The River Academy Theatre on the Air, we present a reading of Alfred, Lord Tennyson's "The Charge of the Light Brigade" from Emma Cenotto, Hailey Anderson, and Caden Vasquez.
\n\n"The Charge of the Light Brigade"
\nBY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
\nI
\nHalf a league, half a league,
\nHalf a league onward,
\nAll in the valley of Death
\n Rode the six hundred.
\n“Forward, the Light Brigade!
\nCharge for the guns!” he said.
\nInto the valley of Death
\n Rode the six hundred.
II
\n“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
\nWas there a man dismayed?
\nNot though the soldier knew
\n Someone had blundered.
\n Theirs not to make reply,
\n Theirs not to reason why,
\n Theirs but to do and die.
\n Into the valley of Death
\n Rode the six hundred.
III
\nCannon to right of them,
\nCannon to left of them,
\nCannon in front of them
\n Volleyed and thundered;
\nStormed at with shot and shell,
\nBoldly they rode and well,
\nInto the jaws of Death,
\nInto the mouth of hell
\n Rode the six hundred.
IV
\nFlashed all their sabres bare,
\nFlashed as they turned in air
\nSabring the gunners there,
\nCharging an army, while
\n All the world wondered.
\nPlunged in the battery-smoke
\nRight through the line they broke;
\nCossack and Russian
\nReeled from the sabre stroke
\n Shattered and sundered.
\nThen they rode back, but not
\n Not the six hundred.
V
\nCannon to right of them,
\nCannon to left of them,
\nCannon behind them
\n Volleyed and thundered;
\nStormed at with shot and shell,
\nWhile horse and hero fell.
\nThey that had fought so well
\nCame through the jaws of Death,
\nBack from the mouth of hell,
\nAll that was left of them,
\n Left of six hundred.
VI
\nWhen can their glory fade?
\nO the wild charge they made!
\n All the world wondered.
\nHonour the charge they made!
\nHonour the Light Brigade,
\n Noble six hundred!