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    The Schoolboy William Blake

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    This poem tells the story of a young boy whose mother died when he was very young and whose father then sold him to work as a chimney sweep. The boy is forced to sleep covered in soot from his work cleaning chimneys. The poem references other young boys who work as chimney sweeps, including one named Tom who cries when his hair is shaved off for his work. That night, Tom has a vision of thousands of chimney sweeps being freed from their coffins by an angel. The boys then run and play freely in a green field in the sun.

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    The Schoolboy William Blake

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    This poem tells the story of a young boy whose mother died when he was very young and whose father then sold him to work as a chimney sweep. The boy is forced to sleep covered in soot from his work cleaning chimneys. The poem references other young boys who work as chimney sweeps, including one named Tom who cries when his hair is shaved off for his work. That night, Tom has a vision of thousands of chimney sweeps being freed from their coffins by an angel. The boys then run and play freely in a green field in the sun.

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    This poem tells the story of a young boy whose mother died when he was very young and whose father then sold him to work as a chimney sweep. The boy is forced to sleep covered in soot from his work cleaning chimneys. The poem references other young boys who work as chimney sweeps, including one named Tom who cries when his hair is shaved off for his work. That night, Tom has a vision of thousands of chimney sweeps being freed from their coffins by an angel. The boys then run and play freely in a green field in the sun.

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    The Schoolboy William Blake

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    Sunny Ferdaush
    This poem tells the story of a young boy whose mother died when he was very young and whose father then sold him to work as a chimney sweep. The boy is forced to sleep covered in soot from his work cleaning chimneys. The poem references other young boys who work as chimney sweeps, including one named Tom who cries when his hair is shaved off for his work. That night, Tom has a vision of thousands of chimney sweeps being freed from their coffins by an angel. The boys then run and play freely in a green field in the sun.

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    The Schoolboy

    William Blake
    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 the 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!
    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?
    Summary: This poem is written by William Shakespeare the great poet of east. In this poem he is talking about a kid
    who is waking up early in the morning, when there is fresh air and sparkling blossom and it looks as if birds were
    singing in every tree. But the thing he doesn\'t like about morning is going to school that takes away all of his joys
    and makes him tired. Then he is expressing himself as a bird and saying that in a school he is like a bird in a cage
    singing and he is saying how the summer shall arise in joy.In the end of this poem he is finally happy because
    summers are over and winter has just began.

    Time and Eternity


    Emily Dickinson

    I DIED for beauty, but was scarce


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    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.
    Summary: This is a 6 stanza poem with full rhyme and slant rhyme, and in typical Emily Dickinson fashion is full of
    dashes between and at the end of lines. Her subject choice, death, is dealt with in an odd, imaginative way. The poet
    takes the reader on a mysterious journey through time and on into a world beyond time.So the obvious theme of the
    poem is death, specifically, a personal encounter with the character, Death, who is male and drives a carriage. This is
    special transportation from one world to the next, with a steady four to three beat rhythm, a supernatural
    experience.

    Ode on a Grecian Urn (Ode to a Nightingale)


    John Keats

    THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness,


    Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
    Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
    A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
    What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
    Of deities or mortals, or of both,
    In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
    What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
    What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
    What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
    Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
    Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
    Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
    Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
    Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
    Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
    Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
    Though winning near the goalyet, do not grieve;
    She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
    For ever wilt thou love and she be fair!
    Summary: As I have mentioned before, through my entire life, to my great frustration, I have not understood what
    Keats means when he says, in the last stanza of Ode on a Grecian Urn, that Beauty is truth, truth beauty. Ive
    seen various explanations, but they seemed abstract to me and none of them satisfactorily answered my question.
    Then, about 20 years ago, the answer came to me in an intuitive flash. Unfortunately I didnt write my idea down
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    and I subsequently forgot it. So Im more frustrated than ever. And Im even more frustrated by my failure to
    understand the poems climactic line, because Ode to a Grecian Urn is to me one of the two most beautiful poems
    in the English language, the other being Keatss Ode to a Nightingale.

    O Mary, go and call the cattle home


    Charles Kingsley

    "O Mary, go and call the cattle home,


    And call the cattle home,
    And call the cattle home,
    Across the sands o' Dee;"
    The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam,
    And all alone went she.
    The creeping tide came up along the sand,
    And o'er and o'er the sand,
    And round and round the sand,
    As far as eye could see;
    The blinding mist came down and hid the land-And never home came she.
    "Oh, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair-A tress o' golden hair,
    O' drowned maiden's hair,
    Above the nets at sea?
    Was never salmon yet that shone so fair,
    Among the stakes on Dee."
    Summary: Mary was a little girl who was asked to bring the cattle home, which had gone away for grazing. she went
    out of the house alone calling out to them. Dusk was falling by then and the day was stormy and dark, tides were
    rising. As soon as she landed on the shores of Dee to reach the land on the other side, mist covered her eyes. She
    couldn\'t even see where the land lay and ultimately the sea pulled her in. Her body was discovered later by the
    fishermen who went to catch salmon in the sea. They found her by her shining golden tresses and brought her to the
    shore where her grave lasts till this day. but even now, when the fishermen walk along those shores in search of fish,
    they can hear Mary\'s frantic call to call the cattle home.

    I wandered lonely as a cloud


    William wordsworth
    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,
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    Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.


    Continuous as the stars that shine
    And twinkle on the milky way,
    They stretched in never-ending line
    Along the margin of a bay:
    Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
    Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
    The waves beside them danced; but they
    Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
    A poet could not but be gay,
    In such a jocund company:
    I gazedand gazedbut little thought
    What wealth the show to me had brought:
    For oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude;
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the daffodils.
    Summary: The speaker was walking around through the hills and valleys, but he felt all lonely and mope. Suddenly,
    as he passed a lake, he noticed a big group of yellow daffodils waving in the breeze. This wasn't just some scattered
    patch of daffodils. Were talking thousands and thousands around this particular bay. And all these flowers were
    dancing.
    Yes, the daffodils danced, and so did the waves of the lake. But the daffodils danced better. The speakers loneliness
    was replaced by joy, but he didn't even realize what a gift he has received until later. Now, whenever hes feeling
    kind of blah, he just thinks of the daffodils, and his heart is happily dancing.

    To Daffodils
    ROBERT HERRICK
    Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
    You haste away so soon;
    As yet the early-rising sun
    Has not attain'd his noon.
    Stay, stay,
    Until the hasting day
    Has run
    But to the even-song;
    And, having pray'd together, we
    Will go with you along.
    We have short time to stay, as you,
    We have as short a spring;
    As quick a growth to meet decay,
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    As you, or anything.
    We die
    As your hours do, and dry
    Away,
    Like to the summer's rain;
    Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
    Ne'er to be found again.
    Summary: This poem firstly says that like the daffodils , we human beings also have a short span of time on earth.
    Here the youth period of human life is compared to that of the spring season which is the best season and the most
    pleasant and beautiful season but it only remains for a short span of time. The daffodils are flowers of the spring
    season and that is why like the daffodils which withers away after the spring season. Man also after its youth crawls
    towards its death. The main theme is that beauty is transient and all the beautiful things slip into the shadow and
    silence of grave.

    The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young

    WILLIAM BLAKE
    When my mother died I was very young,
    And my father sold me while yet my tongue
    Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"
    So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.
    There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
    That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said,
    "Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,
    You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."
    And so he was quiet, & that very night,
    As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!
    That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack,
    Were all of them locked up in coffins of black;
    And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
    And he opened the coffins & set them all free;
    Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run,
    And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.
    Summary: In 'The Chimney Sweeper' of Innocence, Blake can be interpreted to criticise the view of the Church that
    through work and hardship, reward in the next life would be attained; this results in an acceptance of exploitation
    observed in the closing lines 'if all do their duty they need not fear harm.' Interestingly, Blake uses this poem to
    highlight the dangers of an innocent, naive view, demonstrating how this allows the societal abuse of child labour.
    'The Chimney Sweeper' further explores this flawed perception of child labour in a corrupt society. The poem shows
    how the Church's teachings of suffering and hardship in this life in order to attain heaven are damaging, and 'make
    up a heaven' of the child's suffering, justifying it as holy. Interestingly, the original questioner of the child offers no
    help or solution to the child, demonstrating the impact these corrupt teachings have had on society as a whole.
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