12. Short Stories / Poems ( Theme writting )
Write down the theme of the following poem (Not more than 50 words) :
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When One who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty", I replied. | "And I for truth-the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a-night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names. |
Theme: The poem deals with the theme of beauty and truth. Here the poet means to say that truth and beauty are identical. They are portrayed as parallel in various ways. The poet also implies that even such great principles as beauty and truth are subjects to the ravages of time.
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উত্তর দিবে তোমার বই থেকে ও তোমার মত করে।
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Write down the theme of the following poem (Not more than fifty words):
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way
Along the margin of a bay.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Write down the theme of the following poem (not more than 50 words):———
O father and mother, if buds are nipped, And blossoms blown away; And if the tender plants are stripped Of their joy in the springing day, By sorrow and care's dismay,- | How shall the summer arise in joy, Or the summer fruits appear? Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy, Or bless the mellowing year, When the blasts of winter appear? |
Summarize the following poem:
Because I have seen Bengal’s face I will seek no more;
The world has not anything more beautiful to show me.
Waking up in darkness, gazing at the fig-tree, I behold
Dawn’s swallows roosting under huge umbrella–like leaves. I look around me
And discover a leafy dome-Jam, Kanthal,
Bat, Hijol and Aswatha trees–
All in a hush, shadowing clumps of cactus and zedoary bushes.
When long, long ago, Chand came in his honeycombed boat
To a blue Hijol, Bat and Tamal shade near the Champa, he too sighted
Bengal’s incomparable beauty. One day, alas. In the Ganguri,
on a raft, as the waning moon sank on the river’s sandbanks.
Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words):
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat―
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i' the sun
Seeking the food he eats
And pleased with what he gets -
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
