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‘Meter’ in poetry is a pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables in lines of a poem. It gives rhythm to the poem. Read the poem below aloud and with any coloured pen/ pencil put stress-marks - English

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‘Meter’ in poetry is a pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables in lines of a poem. It gives rhythm to the poem.

Read the poem below aloud and with any coloured pen/ pencil put stress-marks ( ) on those syllables that are stressed in the words of the poetic lines

THE steadfast coursing of the stars,

The waves that ripple to the shore,

The vigorous trees which year by year Spread upwards more and more ;

The jewel forming in the mine, The snow that falls so soft and light,

The rising and the setting sun,

The growing glooms of night,

All-natural things both live and move In natural peace that is their own ;

Only in our disordered life Almost is she unknown.

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THE ste'adfast coursing of the stars,
The w'aves that ripple to the shore,
The vigorous trees which year by year
Spread up'wards more and more ;
The je'wel forming in the mine,
The snow that falls so s'oft and light, The rising and the setting sun,
The growing glooms of night,
All nat'ural things both live and move
In natural peace that is their o'wn ;
Only in our disordered life
Almost is she unknown.

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A Thing of Beauty is a Joy for Ever
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Read the following poem and write an appreciation of it with the help of the given points in paragraph format.

A Thing of Beauty is a Joy For Ever
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever :
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves a way the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in ; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season ; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms :
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read :
An endless fountain of immortal drink
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
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For one short hour ; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple’s self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,
That, whether there be shine, or gloom o’ercast
They always must be with us, or we die.
- John Keats

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• Title
• Poet
• Theme/Central Idea (At least 2 to 3 lines)
• Rhyme Scheme
• Figures of speech
• Special Features
(Type of the poem, imagery, implied meaning if any etc.)
(At least 3 to 4 lines)
• Favourite line/lines
• Why I like/don’t like the poem


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B____________ 

E ____________

A____________

U ____________

T____________

Y____________


Recollect a picnic or a trip to a spot of natural beauty (a hill station/ a beach/forest area etc.) when you were younger.
Write four beautiful unforgettable scenes that left a deep impact on you.

1.__________________

2.__________________

3.__________________

4.__________________


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For example: pitter-patter/chuckle-fickle/sick-duck/ Betty bought some bitter butter

Assonance: Repetition of vowel sounds within a word/ phrase/sentence.
For example: Jack had a bag. Men sell metal- kettle. Let the engineer steer without fear.

From the above poem pick out examples of consonance and of assonance within words/phrases.


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Answer in your own word.

How does the memory of a beautiful visual scene become a joy forever?


Pick out and rewrite 5 lines that contain Imagery.

(a)

(b) 

(c)

(d)

(e)


Read the poem and write -

Give four examples. Pick the line from the poem.

Consonance :
(1)
(2)
(3)
(4)


Read the poem and write -

Give four examples. Pick the lines from the poem.

Assonance:

(1)
(2)
(3)
(4)


Read the following extract and do the given activities.

A1. Match the following words from Cloud 'A' with Cloud 'B':

Cloud 'A' Cloud 'B'
(a) A thing of beauty (i) of immortal drink
(b) Endless fountain (ii) rich with rose blooms
(c) Hot season (iii) is a joy forever
(d) Sleep full of (iv) sweet dreams

 

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves a way the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms :
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read :
An endless fountain of immortal drink
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,
That, whether there be shine, or gloom o'ercast
They always must be with us, or we die.

- John Keats

A2. List any two things of beauty in the poem.

A3. List any two things that cause suffering and pain.


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