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प्रश्न
What is your friend’s hobby? How does it differ from yours? Discuss and write.
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उत्तर
My hobby is cooking. It is a life skill. My friend’s bobby is gardening.
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संबंधित प्रश्न
Listen carefully and write all the words correctly.
Do you know the tale of the mouse who had seven tails?
Please tell it to us.
____________ is the third highest mountain in the world.
Young birds perfect their songs by ______.
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What is the number of the flight?
Why was the speaker invited to speak on road safety?
The power supply in many areas is normal.
Listen to the baby chicks- cheep cheep cheep.
Go for a morning walk. Listen to the sounds you hear like the rustling of leaves, the wind blowing, the chirping of birds, the sounds of footsteps.
Listen to the poem and fill in the blanks with appropriate words and phrases. If required listen to the poem again.
The World Is Too Much with Us
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in ______that is ours; We have given ______away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom ______, ______that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like ______, For this, for everything, we are ______; It ______us not. Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising ______Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Some words have been left out in the poem below. First, read the poem. Then, fill in the missing words on listening to the reading or the recording of it in full. You may listen again, if required.
The Drum
John Scott (1731–83)
I hate that drum’s ______ sound,
Parading round, and round, and round:
To thoughtless ______ it pleasure yields,
And lures from cities and from fields, sell their ______ for charms
Of tawdry lace, and glittering arms;
And when______ voice commands,
To march, and fight, and fall, in______.
I hate that drum’s discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round; To me, it talks of______plains, And burning towns and ruin’d swains, And all that Misery’s hand bestows, To fill the______of human woes.
