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 M y days among the dead are past around me I behold , whenever these casual eyes are cast the mighty minds of old my never failing friends are they with them I take delight in weal. And seek relief in woe and while I understand and feel how much to them I owe my cheeks have often been bedew'd with tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead, with them     I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn,     Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind. My hopes are with the Dead, anon     My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on     Through all Futurity; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust Quest ions 1)what is the central idea of the  poem 2)who are mighty minds 3)who are the  poets  friends and how are they never failing 4)explain my cheeks have often been.............gratitude Question...

  The Lamb BY  WILLIAM BLAKE Little Lamb who made thee           Dost thou know who made thee  Gave thee life & bid thee feed.  By the stream & o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing wooly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice!           Little Lamb who made thee           Dost thou know who made thee           Little Lamb I'll tell thee,          Little Lamb I'll tell thee! He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb:  He is meek & he is mild,  He became a little child:  I a child & thou a lamb,  We are called by his name.          Little Lamb God bless thee.  Little Lamb God bl...

SRR Govt.Arts& Science College Karimnagar Darkness(Andhere) poem by MAKHDOOM MOHIUDDIN Satavahana /OU/KU/TU -Telangana State- M.A. English Sem.1 (Paper-V.Modern Indian Literatures in Translation) The poem “Darkness” (“Andhere”) by Makhdoom Mohiuddin, translated by Shiv K. Kumar, is a poignant reflection on violence, oppression, and suffering, using the metaphor of night and darkness to symbolize fear and tyranny.  Makhdoom Mohiuddin, a romantic and revolutionary poet, was born in Anthole, Medak district of erstwhile Hyderabad state. He was the founder of the Progressive Writers Union in Hyderabad State.  He fought against the tyranny of Nizam of Hyderabad as a communist party leader. This poem reflects the conditions that prevailed in the society of Hyderabad State during the peasant struggle . The state was in turmoil with the Telangana  peasant armed struggle during 1946-51. DARKNESS ( Andhere) The night has nothing but a begging bowl The twinkling stars an...

 Osmania University Hyderabad- Degree English sem-4 The Kitemaker by Ruskin Bond (born 19 May 1934,) The Kitemaker is a short story written by well-known children's writer and Indian author of British descent Ruskin. He was born on 19th May 1934 and lives in Missouri. His first novel 'The Room on the Roof ' was received well by the readers. Bond created a fictional character named Rusty. His literary output includes a wide range of genres, including autobiographical works, novels, short stories, non-fiction, and children's literature. His popular books are Flight of Pigeons , The Blue Umbrella, Our trees still grow in Dehra. He received the Sahitya Akademi Award in 1992 for the novel  ‘Our Trees Still Grow in Dehra’ .  Roads to Mussoorie and All Roads lead to Ganga  are his popular memoirs.      It is the story of Mehmood, an old man, expert in kite-making. Mehmood feels nostalgic about his past. The writer compares Mehmood's past happy kite maki...

  Poetry as a personal discourse:_ Poetry is one of the ancient modes of literature. It has been in vouge since Chaucer age . Poetry has given prominence in romantic period as a discourse. It has several forms for example, epic,satire,pastoral,elegiac, sonnet and lyrical forms. In Wordsworth view poetry is ' a spontaneous overflow of feelings'.  prose is realistic whereas poetry is an anti realistic in nature.  poetry may be subjective with expressions like" I' or objective. poetry is expression of depiction of  poets  creative and imaginative  ideas . poetry has not only personal on the other hand it also has social aim. It's social aim is to correct people's frivolities and follies of society. So it is didactic . If we consider poetry as  a  personal discourse, poets express their feelings towards love ,nature ,art and beauty. Their personal feelings find place in the poetry. for instance, For Keats, poetry is an escape from the realit...

  🙏  🙏 Om  namo bagavathe sri aurovindaya 🙏 SRI AUROBINDO. Tales of Prison Life-About the book Dr. Sisir Kumar Ghosh translated this book from its original Karakahini publication in 1909–10 into English. The book includes three essays,a poem 'Invitation'  in English written in Alipore jail and a 'Uttarpara' speech in English, along with the main text.   I read this book twice, as it was very engrossing. I gathered the courage  to write a few lines about the book. (I am not a high calibre person to write about Sri Aurobindo, a world renowned yogi and  an incarnation of Satchitananda.) .This book is an account of  his spiritual experiences in Alipore jail. On May 1, 1908, the British government  arrested him for conspiracy and released him after a year of solitary confinement. The cover photo depicts the Alipore prison room, where Sri Aurobindo found himself locked in seclusion. " God took me to a prison and turned it into a place of meditat...

SRR Govt.Arts& Science College Karimnagar Satavahana University Karimnagar- Degree I year English Semester-1. Unit.3..Academic yr.2020-21onwards englishlanguage-lit.blogspot.com I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if eac...