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प्रश्न
There are rich folk, there are poor folk, who imagine they are wise,
And they're very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
What do the rich and poor folk imagine themselves to be?
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उत्तर
The rich and the poor folks imagine themselves to be wise.
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He gives his harness bell a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
How does the horse communicate with the poet?
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
Explain miles to go before I sleep.
Complete the summary of the poem by filling in the blanks.
After a long travel the poet entered a___________. He wondered to whom the wood _______! He realized that the owner of the wood lived in a ________. He thought that the owner would not be able to ___________him stopping in his woods to watch _____________ fill the woods. The poet felt that the horse would think it very _________ to stop near the woods as he had never _____. He was actually standing between the woods and _______. The time was ________. The horse indicated that the poet has made a ________ by shaking its head. The poet felt that the woods are lovely, _______ and ______. He suddenly realized that he had worldly ______which would not allow him to _______ in the woods for a long time.
Pick out words from the poem that bring to mind peace and quiet.
Your friend persuades you to take help to prepare for the Maths board examination, from a close friend. That person does not turn up at all, as agreed. How angry does that make you feel?
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears;
How is ‘it’ watered?
Complete the table by identifying lines, against the poetic devices from the poem.
| Poetic lines | Poetic Devices/Figures of Speech |
| It takes much time to kill a tree. | |
| The bleeding bark will heal. | |
| Out of the anchoring earth |
"The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again:"
Why was the spider sure that the fly would come back again?
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
Where do they gather?
But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.
When do they share their fun?
