12. Short Stories / Poems ( Theme writting )
Write down the theme of the following poem (in 50 words):—
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky;
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die! The child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety
Theme: The poem deals with the love of nature and the happiness one feels being close to nature. The poet expresses that life isn't worth living if one doesn't have an intimate relationship with nature. He also reveals that man is the product of his habits and behaviour developed during childhood.
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প্র্যাকটিস এর মাধ্যমে নিজেকে তৈরি করে ফেলো
উত্তর দিবে তোমার বই থেকে ও তোমার মত করে।
সারা দেশের শিক্ষার্থীদের মধ্যে নিজের অবস্থান যাচাই
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? |
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. |
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.