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Category Archive: Poem

Apr 07

Mahbub Murad

Critical Analysis of Dreams by David Herbert Lawrence

  Dreams by David Herbert Lawrence All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them come …

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Feb 14

A Rahman

Analysis of Daffodil by William Wordsworth

In the first stanza the speaker describes a time when he meandered over the valleys and hills, “lonely as a cloud.” Finally, he came across a crowd of daffodils stretching out over almost everything he could see, “fluttering and dancing in the breeze”:

Oct 30

Mahbub Murad

Critical Analysis of William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 2

SONNET 2 When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,  And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field, Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,  Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held:  Then being ask’d where all thy beauty lies,  Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,  To say, within thine own …

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Jun 20

A Rahman

Commentary on – Mahmud Darwish’s poem “I come from there”

I Come From There Mahmoud Darwish   I come from there and I have memories  Born as mortals are, I have a mother  And a house with many windows,  I have brothers, friends, 

Feb 08

What is an Epic? Discuss about the Features of an Epic.

What is an Epic? Discuss about the Features of an Epic. Definition of Epic: An epic is a long narrative poem on a great and serious subject related in an elevated style and centered on a heroic or quasi-divine figure on whose actions depends on the fate of tribe or nation or the human race. Features …

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Dec 08

Mowing by Robert Frost

               Mowing Robert Frost There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself; Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, Something, perhaps, about the lack …

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Dec 08

Critical analysis of Mowing by Robert Frost

Critical analysis of Mowing by Robert Frost Summary On a hot day, when the narrator is working in the field, at that time he notices that his scythe appears to be whispering as it works. But he is unable to understand about the voice of the scythe or he does not realize what the scythe …

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Dec 08

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY Robert Frost    Whose woods these are I think I know.    His house is in the village though;    He will not see me stopping here    To watch his woods fill up with snow.    My little horse must think it queer    To stop without a farmhouse near    Between …

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