1:34 AM
Tauseef
William Wordsworth loved natural objects and enjoyed their beauty. Once he came across a large number of daffodils which were tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The scene of the daffodils filled his heart with great joy. The daffodils stretched in never-ending line like the stars that shone on the milky way. He kept gazing at them for a long time in amazement. That beautiful scene is still fresh in his memory. Whenever he lies on his couch in loneliness, the daffodils come to his mind and his heart starts dancing with them.
1:07 AM
Tauseef
9th Class, English, Stories
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King Robert Bruce, who once, ruled over Scotland was a brave and nice man. The King of England wanted to snatch his territory and attacked Scotland. King Robert Bruce was taken unawares and was defeated. He fled away to save his life and took refuge in a cave.
One day, as he was thinking of his plight and misfortune, he saw a spider trying to crawl up to its web which was high every time it reached near the web, it fell down. But it did not lose heart and continued its attempts to reach the web. At last it succeeded in reaching the web.
King Robert Bruce was inspired by the incident with renewed hopes. He gathered his forces, fought against his enemy and vanquished him. He regained his territory an ruled over it till his death.
One day, as he was thinking of his plight and misfortune, he saw a spider trying to crawl up to its web which was high every time it reached near the web, it fell down. But it did not lose heart and continued its attempts to reach the web. At last it succeeded in reaching the web.
King Robert Bruce was inspired by the incident with renewed hopes. He gathered his forces, fought against his enemy and vanquished him. He regained his territory an ruled over it till his death.
- 10:53 PM
- Tauseef
- Poem, The Father's Vineyard
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As round their dying father's bed
His sons attend, the peasant said:
"Children, deep hid from prying eyes,
A treasure in my vineyard lies;
When you have laid me in the grave,
Dig, search-and your reward you'll have."
"Father," cries one, "but where's the spot?"
He sighs! he sinks! he answers not.
The tedious burial service over,
Home go his sons, and straight explore
Each corner of the vineyard round,
Dig up, beat, break, and sift the ground;
Yet though to search so well inclined,
Nor gold, nor treasure could they find;
But when the autumn next drew near,
A double vintage crowned the year.
"Now," quoth the peasant's wisest son,
"Our father's legacy is known,
In yon rich purple grapes 'tis seen,
Which, but for digging, never had been.
Then let us all reflect with pleasure.
That labour is the source of treasure."
His sons attend, the peasant said:
"Children, deep hid from prying eyes,
A treasure in my vineyard lies;
When you have laid me in the grave,
Dig, search-and your reward you'll have."
"Father," cries one, "but where's the spot?"
He sighs! he sinks! he answers not.
The tedious burial service over,
Home go his sons, and straight explore
Each corner of the vineyard round,
Dig up, beat, break, and sift the ground;
Yet though to search so well inclined,
Nor gold, nor treasure could they find;
But when the autumn next drew near,
A double vintage crowned the year.
"Now," quoth the peasant's wisest son,
"Our father's legacy is known,
In yon rich purple grapes 'tis seen,
Which, but for digging, never had been.
Then let us all reflect with pleasure.
That labour is the source of treasure."
- 10:32 PM
- Tauseef
- Good Night and Good Morning, Poem
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A fair little girl sat under a tree,
Sewing as long as her eyes could see;
Then smoothed her work, and folded it right,
And said, "Dear work, good night! good night!"
Such a number of rooks came over her head,
Crying, "Caw! Caw!" on their way to bed;
She said, as she watched their curious flight,
"Little black things, good night! good night!"
The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed,
The sheep's "Bleat! bleat!" came over the road;
All seeming to say, with a quiet delight,
"Good little girl, good night! good night!"
She did not say to the sun, "Good night!"
Though she saw him there like a ball of light,
For she knew he had God's time to keep
All over the world, and never could sleep.
The tall pink foxglove bowed his head,
The violets curtsied and went to bed;
And good little Lucy tied up her hair,
And said on her knees her favorite prayer.
And while on her pillow she softly lay,
She knew nothing more till again it was day;
And all things said to the beautiful sun,
"Good morning! good morning! our work is begun!
Sewing as long as her eyes could see;
Then smoothed her work, and folded it right,
And said, "Dear work, good night! good night!"
Such a number of rooks came over her head,
Crying, "Caw! Caw!" on their way to bed;
She said, as she watched their curious flight,
"Little black things, good night! good night!"
The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed,
The sheep's "Bleat! bleat!" came over the road;
All seeming to say, with a quiet delight,
"Good little girl, good night! good night!"
She did not say to the sun, "Good night!"
Though she saw him there like a ball of light,
For she knew he had God's time to keep
All over the world, and never could sleep.
The tall pink foxglove bowed his head,
The violets curtsied and went to bed;
And good little Lucy tied up her hair,
And said on her knees her favorite prayer.
And while on her pillow she softly lay,
She knew nothing more till again it was day;
And all things said to the beautiful sun,
"Good morning! good morning! our work is begun!
- 10:18 PM
- Tauseef
- Poem, Two Little Kittens
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Two little kittens, one stormy night,
Began to quarrel, and then to fight;
One had a mouse, the other had none,
And that's the way the quarrel begun.
"I'll have that mouse," sad the biggest cat;
"You'll have that mouse? We'll see about that!"
"I will have that mouse," said the eldest son;
"You shan't have the mouse," said the little one.
I told you before 'twas a stormy night
When these two little kittens began to fight;
The old woman seized her sweeping broom,
And swept the two kittens right out of the room.
The ground was covered with frost and snow,
And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;
So they laid them down on the mat at the door,
While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.
Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,
All wet with the snow, and cold as ice,
For they found it was better, that stormy night,
To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.
Began to quarrel, and then to fight;
One had a mouse, the other had none,
And that's the way the quarrel begun.
"I'll have that mouse," sad the biggest cat;
"You'll have that mouse? We'll see about that!"
"I will have that mouse," said the eldest son;
"You shan't have the mouse," said the little one.
I told you before 'twas a stormy night
When these two little kittens began to fight;
The old woman seized her sweeping broom,
And swept the two kittens right out of the room.
The ground was covered with frost and snow,
And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;
So they laid them down on the mat at the door,
While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.
Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,
All wet with the snow, and cold as ice,
For they found it was better, that stormy night,
To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.
Helen Keller could see and hear everything up to the age of two. Then she became blind and deaf as a result of a serious illness. At seven Miss Sullivan started teaching her. She started going to a school for blind children at eight. She started speaking again at ten by feeling the movements of her teachers lips with her hands. She learnt to read by touching the raised points of special books for the blind with her fingers. She graduated from the Harvard University. She devoted her whole life to help the blind and the deaf. She also visited Pakistan for the same purpose at seventy-six. She was indeed a wonderful and courageous woman.
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