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A Thing of Beauty /John Keats / CBSE- ENGLISH Class -XII

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    A Thing of Beauty John Keats A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All

My mother at sixty-six / kamala Das / CBSE Class- XII / English

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  My mother at sixty-six (CBSE CLASS -XII) ( Kamala Das) "My Mother at Sixty-six" is a poignant poem by the renowned Indian poet Kamala Das (also known as Kamala Surayya). It captures the emotion and vulnerability of a daughter witnessing her aging mother's fragility during a journey. Here's the poem: Driving from my parent's home to Cochin last Friday morning, I saw my mother, beside me, doze, open mouthed, her face ashen like that of a corpse and realized with pain that she was as old as she looked but soon put that thought away, and looked out at young trees sprinting, the cattle on their way to graze, the fields all muddled up with young green crops, and felt that old childhood sinking and all my tall self dissolve in pity for that immense loneliness of her's, thinking of her had been the one comfort of my difficult years, and now, well, if anything happened to her? As at the time of my father