9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Zigzag Boy The Zigzag Boy : I know a little zigzag boy, Who goes this way and that. He never knows just where he puts, His coat or shoes or hat. If you are not a zigzag child, You’ll have no cause to say That you forgot, […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The World is too Much With Us 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 Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Wonderful Words The Wonderful Words : Imagine there is no language in the world. What would happen? How would we communicate? Most human beings speak at least one language. The words we speak bring out our thoughts. Can you speak without thinking? Try to do so. Read […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Wonderful Words The Wonderful Words : Imagine a world without language. All humans speak at least one language. The words we speak bring out our thoughts. Read the following poem on words. Never let a thought shrivel and die For want of a way to say it […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Wise Old Owl The Wise Old Owl : A wise old owl lived in an oak; The more he saw, the less he spoke; The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can’t we all be like that wise old owl? UNKNOWN AUTHOR The word POETRY […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Wild Swans at Coole The Wild Swans at Coole : The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autumn has come […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Way of The World The Way of The World : – Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poem – English Poems Laugh, and the world laughs with you, Weep, and you weep alone, For the brave old earth must borrow its mirth– It has trouble enough of its own. Sing, […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Voice of The Rain The Voice of The Rain : And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated: I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain, Eternal I rise impalpable […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Village Child The Village Child : My home is a house Near a wood I’d live in a street If I could! I do wish someone Lived near. There’s no one to play with At all. The trees are so high And so tall: And I should […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

The Village Blacksmith The Village Blacksmith : Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he ; With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and […]

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