Gli smartphone sono entrati di prepotenza nella nostra quotidianetà, per questa ragione oggi non se ne può fare più a meno.
Ma questi dispositivi tascabili si rivelano molto utili soprattutto quando si parla di apprendimento, in quanto possono essere utilizzati ovunque.
Oggi vorrei segnalarvi alcune applicazioni utili per imparare l'inglese.
Dando per scontanto che già conosciate Duolingo, di cui avevo già parlato qualche anno fa, passiamo a sondare alcune app meno conosciute, ma a mio parere molto valide.
Alcune le utlizzo anch'io quotidianamente.
Ecco le 10 migliori App per imparare l'inglese:
1) Wlingua è molto utile soprattutto per chi inzia da zero.
Le lezioni sono suddivise in livelli , ovvero si parte da un livello per principianti (A1) fino ad arrivare ad un livello intermedio (B2). Esiste la possibilità di sostenere una prova per ogni livello .
Un'altro aspetto interessante è la possibilità di scegliere tra una pronuncia americana e una inglese.
Gli esercizi sono molti e vari.
2 modalità di registrazione : Premium e Base, ovviamente in quello base ci sono alcune limitazioni.
In sintesi, lo trovo molto utile per chi parte dazero. Per chi invece ha già delle solide basi è sconsigliato perchè può risultare molto noioso.
2) Hai problemi con i Phrasal Verbs? Ti consiglio di installare Phrasal Verbs Machine.
In pratica ti mostra i vari Phrasal Verbs attraverso degli esempi davvero buffi.
Le immagini ti rimarrano sicuramente nella mente e non dimenticherai più il loro significato.
La grafica è davvero ben fatta ed è molto divertente.
3) Impariamo giocando. Inglese
Quest'applicazione è molto utile per ampliare il proprio vocabolario.
Molto semplice da usare e molto intuitiva, anche perchè è possibile utlizzarla in lingua italiana. (o in qualunque altra lingua desideriate).
I vari vocaboli sono divisi in categorie (home, clothers, color, nature, fruits, ecc...).
Per ogni parola avrete: l'immagine, l'ortografia, la trascrizione fonetica, la pronuncia audio e la traduzione in italiano.
In breve, sto parlando di questo (a parte l'audio) :
Un altro aspetto interessante è l'alfabeto, per il quale esiste una categoria completamente dedicata ed esso. Infatti molte volte viene trascurato, dando per scontato che tutti lo sappiamo, e poi è sempre molto utile un bel ripasso.
4) Se siete appassionati di letteratura e vorreste migliorare le vostre capacità di pronuncia, lettura e comprensione, non esiste niente di meglio di questa raccolta di ebook in lingua inglese.
La raccolta si divide per generi e troverete veramente un immensità di ebook gratuiti.
Esercizi di ascolto e comprensione , da un livello per principianti ad uno avanzanto.
Se ciò che vi preme è migliorare la vostra capacità di ascolto e comprensione, questa è l'applicazione che dovete scaricare ...
Dunque, la mia "classifica" delle 10 migliori applicazioni per imparare l'inglese ovunque, finisce qui.
Ma appena scopro qualcosa di nuovo e valido sicuramente sarete i primi a saperlo.
Dunque tenetevi aggiornati !
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,-
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
O, for a draught of vintage! That hath been
Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:Fade far away, dissolve, and
quite forget
What though among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.Away! Away! for I will fly to
thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays;
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.I cannot see what flowers
are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorne, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves;
And mid-May’s eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain-
To thy high requiem become a sod.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-time hath
Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.Forlorn!
the very world is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! Adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now ‘tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: -Do I wake or sleep?
Traduzione
Ho il cuore a pezzi, e una lenta indolenza
tormenta i miei sensi, quasi avessi bevuto cicuta,
o scolato un sonnifero torpente
poco fa, annegando nel Lete:
non è per invidia del tuo destino felice
- anzi, son troppo felice per la tua felicità -
che tu, Driade boschiva dalle agili ali,
in un melodïoso intreccio
di verdi faggi e innumerevoli ombre,
l’estate canti a gran voce e in tranquillità. Oh, che darei
per un sorso di vino!
rinfrescato a lungo nel suolo scavato a fondo,
che sa di Flora e di verdi campi,
di balli e provenzali canti, e di risa scottate al sole!
Oh, per un calice colmo di caldo Sud!
O d’Ippocrene, che non mente e i volti avvampa,
con bolle perlate ch’ammiccano all’orlo,
e labbra tinte di viola;
da poter bere, e inosservato lasciare il mondo,
e con te svanir nell’oscurità del bosco:Lontano svanir, dileguar,
e oblïare del tutto
ciò che tu, tra le foglie, non hai mai conosciuto,
la fatica, la malattia e l’angoscia,
qui, dove l’uomo seduto, ascolta le pene altrui;
e la paralisi fa tremar quei pochi capelli rimasti, grigi e mesti,
dove i giovani sbiadiscono e come spettri scarniscono, morendo;
dove il solo pensare vuol dir riempirsi di dolore
e gli occhi gravar dalla disperazione,
dove la Bellezza, degli occhi non può serbar lo splendore,
né rammaricarsene in eterno il nuovo Amore. Via! Via! Me ne volerò
da te,
non lasciando che Bacco mi trascini coi suoi felini,
ma sulle cieche ali della Poesia,
benché la mente, lenta, ne dubiti, esitando;
Ed eccomi a te! Dolce è la notte,
e fòrse la Luna siede sovrana sul trono,
coi suoi astri fatati riunitisi attorno;
mentre qui non c’è luce,
se non quella che le brezze sospingon dal cielo
nell’oscurità dei boschi e nei muscosi sentieri contorti.Non
riesco a veder quali siano i fiori ai miei piedi,
e nemmeno il delicato incenso che sui rami è sospeso,
ma provo a indovinar, nel profumo dell’oscurità, le delizie
che il mese propizio concede
ai prati, ai boschetti e ai selvaggi alberi da frutto;
i biancospini, e le rustiche rose canine;
la violetta, ch’appassisce in fretta, tra le foglie nascosta;
e la figlia maggiore di metà Maggio,
la futura rosa muschiata, ricca di nettare di rugiada,
il mormorante rifugio d’insetti nelle sere d’estate.Nelle
tenebre ascolto, e così tante volte
ho quasi amato la morte indolore,
dandole nomi delicati in tanti versi ricercati
perché nell’aria recasse con sé il mio lieve respiro;
Òra, più che mai, sembra opportuno morire
a mezzanotte cessar senza soffrire,
mentre tu la tua anima attorno riversi,
dall’estasi rapito!
Tu continueresti a cantare, ed io, ad aver orecchie senza senso-
divenuto terra oramai, per il tuo requiem intenso.Non sei venuto al mondo
per morire, tu, uccello eterno!
Le generazioni affamate non ti schiacciano mica;
la voce ch’ascolto in questa notte fuggente,
l’udirono in passato contadini e imperatori:
lo stesso canto che forse s’insinuò
nel cuore straziato di Ruth, quando in preda alla nostalgia,
restò in lacrime tra i campi di grano lontani;
lo stesso canto che così spesso
ha incantato finestre fatate, sui mari spumosi
e insidiosi spalancate, nelle magiche terre oramai dimenticate.Dimènticàto!
La sòla paròla è com’ùna campàna
che a mòrto rintòcca e da tè mi ripòrta alla
mìa solitùdine.
Addio! La fantasia non può più ingannar così bene,
com’è solita far, il folletto illusore.
Addio! Per sempre! Il tuo verso lagnoso si spegne
oltrepassando i vicini prati, sorvolando l’immoto ruscello,
risalendo la china del colle; ed ora è a fondo sepolto
nelle vicine radure della valle:
E’ stata una visione o un sogno ad occhi aperti?
Quel suono è ormai disperso: - Sogno o son desto?
The Honourable John Yates, this new friend, had not much to recommend him beyond habits of fashion and expense, and being the younger son of a lord with a tolerable independence; and Sir Thomas would probably have thought his introduction at Mansfield by no means desirable. Mr. Bertram's acquaintance with him had begun at Weymouth, where they had spent ten days together in the same society, and the friendship, if friendship it might be called, had been proved and perfected by Mr. Yates's being invited to take Mansfield in his way, whenever he could, and by his promising to come; and he did come rather earlier than had been expected, in consequence of the sudden breaking-up of a large party assembled for gaiety at the house of another friend, which he had left Weymouth to join. He came on the wings of disappointment, and with his head full of acting, for it had been a theatrical party; and the play, in which he had borne a part, was within two days of representation, when the sudden death of one of the nearest connections of the family had destroyed the scheme and dispersed the performers. To be so near happiness, so near fame, so near the long paragraph in praise of the private theatricals at Ecclesford, the seat of the Right Hon. Lord Ravenshaw, in Cornwall, which would of course have immortalized the whole party for at least a twelvemonth! and being so near, to lose it all, was an injury to be keenly felt, and Mr. Yates could talk of nothing else. Ecclesford and its theatre, with its arrangements and dresses, rehearsals and jokes, was his never-failing subject, and to boast of the past his only consolation.
Happily for him, a love of the theatre is so general, an itch for acting so strong among young people, that he could hardly out-talk the interest of his hearers. From the first casting of the parts, to the epilogue, it was all bewitching, and there were few who did not wish to have been a party concerned, or would have hesitated to try their skill. The play had been Lovers' Vows, and Mr. Yates was to have been Count Cassel. "A trifling part," said he, "and not at all to my taste, and such a one as I certainly would not accept again; but I was determined to make no difficulties. Lord Ravenshaw and the duke had appropriated the only two characters worth playing before I reached Ecclesford; and though Lord Ravenshaw offered to resign his to me, it was impossible to take it, you know. I was sorry for him that he should have so mistaken his powers, for he was no more equal to the Baron! A little man, with a weak voice, always hoarse after the first ten minutes! It must have injured the piece materially; but I was resolved to make no difficulties. Sir Henry thought the duke not equal to Frederick, but that was because Sir Henry wanted the part himself; whereas it was certainly in the best hands of the two. I was surprised to see Sir Henry such a stick. Luckily the strength of the piece did not depend upon him. Our Agatha was inimitable, and the duke was thought very great by many. And upon the whole, it would certainly have gone off wonderfully."
"It was a hard case, upon my word"; and, "I do think you were very much to be pitied;" were the kind responses of listening sympathy.
"It is not worth complaining about, but to be sure the poor old dowager could not have died at a worse time; and it is impossible to help wishing, that the news could have been suppressed for just the three days we wanted. It was but three days; and being only a grandmother, and all happening two hundred miles off, I think there would have been no great harm, and it was suggested, I know; but Lord Ravenshaw, who I suppose is one of the most correct men in England, would not hear of it."
"An after-piece instead of a comedy," said Mr. Bertram. "Lovers' Vows were at an end, and Lord and Lady Ravenshaw left to act my Grandmother by themselves. Well, the jointure may comfort him; and perhaps, between friends, he began to tremble for his credit and his lungs in the Baron, and was not sorry to withdraw; and to make you amends, Yates, I think we must raise a little theatre at Mansfield, and ask you to be our manager."
This, though the thought of the moment, did not end with the moment; for the inclination to act was awakened, and in no one more strongly than in him who was now master of the house; and who, having so much leisure as to make almost any novelty a certain good, had likewise such a degree of lively talents and comic taste, as were exactly adapted to the novelty of acting. The thought returned again and again. "Oh! for the Ecclesford theatre and scenery to try something with." Each sister could echo the wish; and Henry Crawford, to whom, in all the riot of his gratifications it was yet an untasted pleasure, was quite alive at the idea. "I really believe," said he, "I could be fool enough at this moment to undertake any character that ever was written, from Shylock or Richard III down to the singing hero of a farce in his scarlet coat and cocked hat. I feel as if I could be any thing or every thing, as if I could rant and storm, or sigh or cut capers in any tragedy or comedy in the English language. Let us be doing something. Be it only half a play - an act - a scene; what should prevent us? Not these countenances I am sure," looking towards the Miss Bertrams, "and for a theatre, what signifies a theatre? We shall be only amusing ourselves. Any room in this house might suffice."
"We must have a curtain," said Tom Bertram; "a few yards of green baize for a curtain, and perhaps that may be enough."
"Oh! quite enough," cried Mr. Yates, "with only just a side wing or two run up, doors in flat, and three or four scenes to be let down; nothing more would be necessary on such a plan as this. For mere amusement among ourselves, we should want nothing more."
"I believe we must be satisfied with less," said Maria. "There would not be time, and other difficulties would arise. We must rather adopt Mr. Crawford's views, and make the performance, not the theatre, our object. Many parts of our best plays are independent of scenery."
"Nay," said Edmund, who began to listen with alarm. "Let us do nothing by halves. If we are to act, let it be in a theatre completely fitted up with pit, box, and gallery, and let us have a play entire from beginning to end; so as it be a German play, no matter what, with a good tricking, shifting after-piece, and a figure-dance, and a horn-pipe, and a song between the acts. If we do not outdo Ecclesford, we do nothing."
"Now, Edmund, do not be disagreeable," said Julia. "Nobody loves a play better than you do, or can have gone much farther to see one."
"True, to see real acting, good hardened real acting; but I would hardly walk from this room to the next to look at the raw efforts of those who have not been bred to the trade, - a set of gentlemen and ladies, who have all the disadvantages of education and decorum to struggle through."
After a short pause, however, the subject still continued, and was discussed with unabated eagerness, every one's inclination increasing by the discussion, and a knowledge of the inclination of the rest; and though nothing was settled but that Tom Bertram would prefer a comedy, and his sisters and Henry Crawford a tragedy, and that nothing in the world could be easier than to find a piece which would please them all, the resolution to act something or other, seemed so decided, as to make Edmund quite uncomfortable. He was determined to prevent it, if possible, though his mother, who equally heard the conversation which passed at table, did not evince the least disapprobation.
The same evening afforded him an opportunity of trying his strength. Maria, Julia, Henry Crawford, and Mr. Yates, were in the billiard-room. Tom returning from them into the drawing-room, where Edmund was standing thoughtfully by the fire, while Lady Bertram was on the sofa at a little distance, and Fanny close beside her arranging her work, thus began as he entered. "Such a horribly vile billiard-table as ours, is not to be met with, I believe, above ground! I can stand it no longer, and I think, I may say, that nothing shall ever tempt me to it again. But one good thing I have just ascertained. It is the very room for a theatre, precisely the shape and length for it, and the doors at the farther end, communicating with each other, as they may be made to do in five minutes, by merely moving the book-case in my father's room, is the very thing we could have desired, if we had sat down to wish for it. And my father's room will be an excellent green-room. It seems to join the billiard-room on purpose."
"You are not serious, Tom, in meaning to act?" said Edmund, in a low voice, as his brother approached the fire.
"Not serious! never more so, I assure you. What is there to surprise you in it?"
"I think it would be very wrong. In a general light, private theatricals are open to some objections, but aswe are circumstanced, I must think it would be highly injudicious, and more than injudicious, to attempt any thing of the kind. It would show great want of feeling on my father's account, absent as he is, and in some degree of constant danger; and it would be imprudent, I think, with regard to Maria, whose situation is a very delicate one, considering every thing, extremely delicate."
"You take up a thing so seriously! as if we were going to act three times a week till my father's return, and invite all the country. But it is not to be a display of that sort. We mean nothing but a little amusement among ourselves, just to vary the scene, and exercise our powers in something new. We want no audience, no publicity. We may be trusted, I think, in choosing some play most perfectly unexceptionable, and I can conceive no greater harm or danger to any of us in conversing in the elegant written language of some respectable author than in chattering in words of our own. I have no fears, and no scruples. And as to my father's being absent, it is so far from an objection, that I consider it rather as a motive; for the expectation of his return must be a very anxious period to my mother, and if we can be the means of amusing that anxiety, and keeping up her spirits for the next few weeks, I shall think our time very well spent, and so I am sure, will he. - It is a very anxious period for her."
As he said this, each looked towards their mother. Lady Bertram, sunk back in one corner of the sofa, the picture of health, wealth, ease, and tranquillity, was just falling into a gentle doze, while Fanny was getting through the few difficulties of her work for her.
Edmund smiled and shook his head.
"By Jove! this won't do," cried Tom, throwing himself into a chair with a hearty laugh. "To be sure, my dear mother, your anxiety - I was unlucky there."
"What is the matter?" asked her ladyship, in the heavy tone of one half roused, - "I was not asleep."
"Oh! dear, no ma'am - nobody suspected you - Well, Edmund," he continued, returning to the former subject, posture, and voice, as soon as Lady Bertram began to nod again - "but this I will maintain - that we shall be doing no harm."
"I cannot agree with you - I am convinced that my father would totally disapprove it."
"And I am convinced to the contrary. - Nobody is fonder of the exercise of talent in young people, or promotes it more, than my father, and for any thing of the acting, spouting, reciting kind, I think he has always a decided taste. I am sure he encouraged it in us as boys. How many a time have we mourned over the dead body of Julius Caesar, and to be'd and not to be'd, in this very room, for his amusement! And I am sure, my name was Norval, every evening of my life through one Christmas holidays."
"It was a very different thing. - You must see the difference yourself. My father wished us, as school-boys, to speak well, but he would never wish his grown up daughters to be acting plays. His sense of decorum is strict."
"I know all that," said Tom, displeased. "I know my father as well as you do; and I'll take care that his daughters do nothing to distress him. Manage your own concerns, Edmund, and I'll take care of the rest of the family."
"If you are resolved on acting," replied the persevering Edmund, "I must hope it will be in a very small and quiet way; and I think a theatre ought not to be attempted. - It would be taking liberties with my father's house in his absence which could not be justified."
"For every thing of that nature I will be answerable," - said Tom, in a decided tone. - "His house shall not be hurt. I have quite as great an interest in being careful of his house as you can have; and as to such alterations as I was suggesting just now, such as moving a bookcase, or unlocking a door, or even as using the billiard-room for the space of a week without playing at billiards in it, you might just as well suppose he would object to our sitting more in this room, and less in the breakfast-room, than we did before he went away, or to my sister's piano forte being moved from one side of the room to the other. - Absolute nonsense!"
"The innovation, if not wrong as an innovation, will be wrong as an expense."
"Yes, the expense of such an undertaking would be prodigious! Perhaps it might cost a whole twenty pounds. - Something of a Theatre we must have undoubtedly, but it will be on the simplest plan; - a green curtain and a little carpenter's work - and that's all; and as the carpenter's work may be all done at home by Christopher Jackson himself, it will be too absurd to talk of expense; - and as long as Jackson is employed, every thing will be right with Sir Thomas. - Don't imagine that nobody in this house can see or judge but yourself. - Don't act yourself, if you do not like it, but don't expect to govern every body else."
"No, as to acting myself," said Edmund, "that I absolutely protest against."
Tom walked out of the room as he said it, and Edmund was left to sit down and stir the fire in thoughtful vexation.
Fanny, who had heard it all, and borne Edmund company in every feeling throughout the whole, now ventured to say, in her anxiety to suggest some comfort, "Perhaps they may not be able to find any play to suit them. Your brother's taste and your sisters', seem very different."
"I have no hope there, Fanny. If they persist in the scheme they will find something. - I shall speak to my sisters and try to dissuade them, and that is all I can do."
"I should think my aunt Norris would be on your side."
"I dare say she would, but she has no influence with either Tom or my sisters that could be of any use; and if I cannot convince them myself, I shall let things take their course, without attempting it through her. Family squabbling is the greatest evil of all, and we had better do any thing than be altogether by the ears."
His sisters, to whom he had an opportunity of speaking the next morning, were quite as impatient of his advice, quite as unyielding to his representation, quite as determined in the cause of pleasure, as Tom. - Their mother had no objection to the plan, and they were not in the least afraid of their father's disapprobation. - There could be no harm in what had been done in so many respectable families, and by so many women of the first consideration; and it must be scrupulousness run mad, that could see any thing to censure in a plan like their's, comprehending only brothers and sisters, and intimate friends, and which would never be heard of beyond themselves. Julia didseem inclined to admit that Maria's situation might require particular caution and delicacy - but that could not extend to her - she was at liberty; and Maria evidently considered her engagement as only raising her so much more above restraint, and leaving her less occasion than Julia, to consult either father or mother. Edmund had little to hope, but he was still urging the subject, when Henry Crawford entered the room, fresh from the Parsonage, calling out, "No want of hands in our Theatre, Miss Bertram. No want of under strappers. My sister desires her love, and hopes to be admitted into the company, and will be happy to take the part of any old Duenna or tame Confidante, that you may not like to do yourselves."
Maria gave Edmund a glance, which meant, "What say you now? Can we be wrong if Mary Crawford feels the same?" And Edmund silenced, was obliged to acknowledge that the charm of acting might well carry fascination to the mind of genius; and with the ingenuity of love, to dwell more on the obliging, accommodating purport of the message than on any thing else.
The scheme advanced. Opposition was vain; and as to Mrs. Norris, he was mistaken in supposing she would wish to make any. She started no difficulties that were not talked down in five minutes by her eldest nephew and niece, who were all-powerful with her; and, as the whole arrangement was to bring very little expense to any body, and none at all to herself, as she foresaw in it all the comforts of hurry, bustle and importance, and derived the immediate advantage of fancying herself obliged to leave her own house, where she had been living a month at her own cost, and take up her abode in their's, that every hour might be spent in their service; she was, in fact, exceedingly delighted with the project.
