1. Kinds of Children Literature Tan, Denise Margarette P. & Mamato, Jenny Y.
Literature is a faithful reproduction of life. (Bantados, W.)
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you
POETRY
Elements of Poetry
Persona/Voice
Theme
Stanza
Rhyme
Rhythm
Rhyme Scheme
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Types & Forms of Poetry
Lyric Poetry
Sonnet
Elegy
Songs
Psalms
Sonnet
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and
height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s
faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the
breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God
choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elegy
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary
way, And leaves the world to darkness and
to me.
Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the
sight, And all the air a solemn stillness
holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning
flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant
folds;
Psalms
The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green
pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he refreshes my soul. He guides me
along the right paths for his name’s sake.
2. Kinds of Children Literature Tan, Denise Margarette P. & Mamato, Jenny Y.
Narrative Poetry
Epic
Tiddalick - The Frog Who Caused a Flood
In the time of dreaming
Before the earth was old
Myths were in the making
Legends yet untold
Here began a story
Of one huge enormous frog
Solemn in his glory
He drank from every bog
Tiddalick the great one
Had to quench his mighty thirst
He drank from all the waterholes
So much he nearly burst
He drained the lake and river
The stream and billabong
Soon there was no water left
It was very wrong
Dramatic Poetry
Annabel Lee
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men
know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by
night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the
love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
Haiku
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PROSE
Fiction
Folk tales
- Tales of Magic
- Romance
- Realistic Tales
Fables
Parable
Legends
Myths
Short Story
Non-Fiction
Biography
Autobiography
Diary
Journal
Essays
Letters