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GROUP 2 Premium Test Series - Attend Online & Download PDF:  English  |  Tamil . Farmer – Thakazhi Sivasankaran Pillai That fifty-para paddy field is owned by someone in Vaikom. Kesavan Nair has been cultivating it for the last forty years. Before that, Kesavan Nair’s uncle was its cultivator.  Some ten years ago, when paddy prices were as high as five to seven rupees a bushel, rich people from Changanassery and Thiruvalla, had come there for paddy cultivation. They got on lease, groups of paddy fields. They used tractor for deep-ploughing and new fertilisers, to produce bumper crops. And they made huge profits. Kesavan Nair’s fifty para was in the centre of such groups of fields. Big – time farmer, Outhakkutty, met Kesavan Nair one day, on the mud-bund of the field. The crop in the “fifty” was poor when compared to those around it. Outhakkutty broke in, by way of exchanging civilities: “Why is the paddy not lush and robu...

Is there ought you need that my hands withhold, Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold? Lo ! I have flung to the East and the West Priceless treasures torn from my breast, And yielded the sons of my stricken womb To the drum-beats of the duty, the sabers of doom. Gathered like pearls in their alien graves Silent they sleep by the Persian waves, Scattered like shells on Egyptian sands, They lie with pale brows and brave, broken hands, they are strewn like blossoms mown down by chance On the blood-brown meadows of Flanders and France. Can ye measure the grief of the tears I weep Or compass the woe of the watch I keep? Or the pride that thrills thro' my heart's despair And the hope that comforts the anguish of prayer? And the far sad glorious vision I see Of the torn red banners of victory? when the terror and the tumult of hate shall cease And life be refashioned on anvils of peace, And your love shall offer memorial thanks To the comrades who fought on th...

Better than Heaven or Arcadia I love thee, O my India! And thy love I shall give To every brother nation that lives. God made the Earth; Man made confining countries And their fancy-frozen boundaries. But with unfound boundless love I behold the borderland of my India Expanding into the World. Hail, mother of religions, lotus, scenic beauty,and sages! Thy wide doors are open, Welcoming God's true sons through all ages. Where Ganges, woods, Himalayan caves, and men dream God - I am hallowed; my body touched that sod. - Swami Yogananda Paramhansa

A noiseless patient spider,  I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,  Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,  It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,  Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.  And you O my soul where you stand,  Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,  Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,  Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,  Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

You Can't Be That by Brian Patten I told them When I grow up I'm not going to be a scientist Or someone who reads the news on TV No, a million birds will fly through me. I AM GOING TO BE A TREE! They said, You can't be that. No, you can't be that. I told them When I grow up I'm not going to be an airline pilot, A dancer, a lawyer or an MC. No, huge whales will swim in me. I AM GOING TO BE AN OCEAN! They said, You can't be that. No, you can't be that. I told them: I am not going to be a DJ, A computer programmer, a musician or a beautician . No, streams will flow through me, I'll be the home of the eagles; I'll be full of nooks, crannies, valleys and fountains. I AM GOING TO BE A RANGE OF MOUNTAINS! They said, You can't be that. No, you can't be that. I asked them: Just what do you think I am? Just a child,  they said, And children always become At least one of the things We want them to be. They do not understand me. I'll be a sta...

You cannot rob us of the rights we cherish, Nor turn our thoughts away From the bright picture of a "Woman's Mission" Our hearts portray. We claim to dwell, in quiet and seclusion, Beneath the household roof,-- From the great world's harsh strife, and jarring voices, To stand aloof;-- Not in a dreamy and inane abstraction To sleep our life away, But, gathering up the brightness of home sunshine, To deck our way. As humble plants by country hedgerows growing, That treasure up the rain, And yield in odours, ere the day's declining, The gift again; So let us, unobtrusive and unnoticed, But happy none the less, Be privileged to fill the air around us With happiness; To live, unknown beyond the cherished circle, Which we can bless and aid; To die, and not a heart that does not love us Know where we're laid.  Annie Louisa Walker

Using Anaphora Anaphora  is a technique where several phrases (or verses in a poem) begin with the same word or words. Examples are: I came, I saw, I conquered - Julius Caesar Mad world! Mad kings! Mad composition! -  King John II,  William Shakespeare It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness -  A Tale of Two Cities , Charles Dickens With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness in the right - Abraham Lincoln We shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end... we shall never surrender - Winston Churchill Using Alliteration Alliteration  is the repetition of the beginning sounds of neighboring words. Examples are: She sells seashells. Walter wondered where Winnie was. Blue baby bonnets Nick needed new notebooks. Fred fried frogs. Using Simile Simile  is a comparison between two unlike things using the word...