Question
Which line suggests that the servant was totally out of control?

Answer

The line 'And tumbled into a fit' suggests that the servant was totally out of control.

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Explain :
(a) the contrast between the poet and his servant.
(b) the poet's reaction when he read the lines.
Explain: what a thing of beauty keeps in store for us.
What should the words we speak reflect?
the meaning of 'Where words come out from the depth of truth'?Explain in your own words
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead: All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast.
That, whether there be shine, or gloom o'ercast They always must be with us, or we die.

List the things which express sorrow from the extract:

Who are the mighty dead? Why are they attributed with grandeur?
Find the appropriate meanings of the following lines:
(a) to go out and fight for it.
(b) makes you quite mad enough (This line is not part of the poem given in the textbook.)
(c) lose all the terror of God or man for it
(This line in the poem in the textbook has the word 'opposition' and not 'God or man'.)
what 'tireless striving' should be for?
The poet wants us to possess all the strengths and keep away from all the weaknesses. Make a list of all words and phrases from the extract showing Strengths in table A and Weaknesses in table B:Image
My mother twisted through and through, groaning on a mat
My father, sceptic rationalist,
trying every curse and blessing. powder, mixture, herb and hybrid,
He even poured a little paraffin upon the bitten toe and put a match to it.
I watched the flame feeding on my mother.
I watched the holy man perform his rites to tame
the poison with an incantation.
After twenty hours
it lost its sting.
My mother only said Thank God the scorpion picked on me
And spared my children.

Complete the following table:

Background/setting of the poem
TypeEvidence (Quote lines from the extract)
Rural