Tag: WEST BENGAL BOARD IX ENGLISH

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,  In the forests of the night;  What immortal hand or eye,  Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies.  Burnt the fire of

It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race,

    IT was roses, roses, all the way,   With myrtle mixed in my path like mad: The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,   The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,

    1. SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves

Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a

Say not the struggle nought availeth,      The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth,      And as things have been they remain. If hopes

  I vow to thee, my country,  all earthly things above,  Entire and whole and perfect,  the service of my love;  The love that asks no question,  the love that

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

I hear a sudden cry of pain! There is a rabbit in a snare: Now I hear the cry again, But I cannot tell from where. But I cannot tell

OFT, in the stilly night,          Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light          Of other days around me:          The smiles, the tears          Of boyhood’s years,          The words of love then spoken;          The eyes that