12. Short Stories / Poems ( Theme writting )
Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words).
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with me: O what sweet company! But to go to school in a summer morn, O it drives all joy away! Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay. Ah then at times I drooping sit, | And spend many an anxious hour; Nor in my book can I take delight, Nor sit in learning's bower, Worn through with the dreary shower. How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring! |
Theme: The poem points out how our faulty education system snatches away delight of our students, and suggests that education should be joyous and attractive. The poet expresses his unhappiness and monotony for spending anxious hours in the school. If a child remains under the umbrella of annoying fear and tension, he can never enjoy the natural instincts of joy and playfulness.
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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.
Summarize the following text.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly, Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then heigh-ho, the holly! | This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly... |