Class - 7 (2077-02-13)

English

A Poem   ‘ The Brook ‘

I come from haunts of coot and hern

I make a sudden sally

And sparkle out among the fern,

To, bicker down a valley.

 

By thirty hills I hurry down,

Or slip between the ridges,

By twenty throes, a little town,

And half a hundred bridges.

 

Till last of Philip’s  form I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

 

I chatter over stony ways,

In little sharps and trebles,

I bubble into eddying bays,

I babble on the pebbles.

 

With many a curve my banks I fret

By many a field and fallow,

And many a fairy foreland set

With wiliow-weed and mallow.

 

I chatter, chatter, as I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.


Assignments:

    1. Please learn (by-heart) the poem.
    2. Write the poem in your copy.
    3. Read and learn-word meanings.
      • Haunts: Places frequently visited by spirits.
      • Coot: A type of water bird with a white spot on the free head.

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