Read the passage and answer the questions that follow. Training the mind can get us to a place of flow more quickly. Meditation is one way to exercise our mental muscles. There are many types of meditation, but they all have the same objective: calming the mind, observing our thoughts and emotions, and centering our focus on a single object. The basic practice involves sitting with a straight back and focusing on your breath. Anyone carı do it, and you feel a difference after just one session. By fixing your attention on the air moving in and out of your nose, you can slow the torrent of thoughts and clear your mental horizons. If we want to get better at reaching a state of flow, meditation is an excellent antidote to our smartphones and their notifications constantly clamoring for our attention. One of the most common mistakes among people starting to meditate is worrying about doing it '\right,' achieving absolute mental silence, or reaching 'nirvana.' The most important thing is to focus on the journey. Since the mind is a constant swirl of thoughts, ideas, and emotions, slowing down the '$centrifuge^{\prime}-even for just a few seconds-can help us feel more rested and leave us with a sense of$ clarity. In fact, one of the things we learn in the practice of meditation is not to worry about anything that flits across our mental screen. The idea of killing our boss might flash into our mind, but we simply label it as a thought and let it pass like a cloud, without judging or rejecting it. It is only a thought one of the sixty thousand we have every day, according to some experts. Meditation generates $\alpha and \theta brain$ waves. For those experienced in meditation, these waves appear \right away, while it might take a half hour for a

1.Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words) [Unit- 8 ; Lesson- 4(H)] How do I Love Thee - Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the \end{s}of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as then strive for

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2.Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words). [Unit-11; Lesson-1(F)] I sit on one of the dives On fifty-Second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire. Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing of private lives: The unmentionable odour of death Offends the September night.

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3.Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words) [Unit-8; Lesson-4(H)] How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the \end{s}of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for

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4.Write down the theme of the following poem within 50 words. Because I have seen Bengal's face, I will seek no more, The world has not anything more beautiful to show me. Waking up in darkness, gazing at the fig-tree, I behold Dawn's swallows roosting under huge umbrella-like leaves. I look around me and discover a leafy dome, Jaam, Kanthal, Bat, Hijol and Aswatha trees all in a hush, Shadowing clumps of cactus and zedoary bushes. When long, long ago, Chand came in his honeycombed boat To a blue Hijal, Bat, Tamal shade near the Champa, he too sighted Bengal's incomparable beauty. One day, alas, in the Ganguri, On a raft, as the waning moon sank on the river's sandbanks, Behula too saw countless aswaths bats besides golden ricefields And heard the thrush's soft song, One day, arriving, in Amara, Where gods held court, when she danced like a desolate wagtail, Bengal's rivers, fields, flowers, wailed like strings of bells on her feet.

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5.Write down the theme of the following poem. (Around 50 words) [Unit-8; Lesson-4(H)] How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the \end{s}of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for

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6.Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words) I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with me: O what sweet company! But to go to school in a summer morn, O it drives all joy away! Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.

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7.Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words) [Unit-11; Lesson-4(F)] How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many $\times must the cannonballs fly Before$ they're forever banned?. The answer, my friend, is

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8.Write down the theme of the following poem. [Reading for Pleasure: Poem-Hope] "Hope" is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I've heard it in the chilliest land - And on the strangest Sea- Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

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9.Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words) [Unit-8; Lesson-2 (B)] Those Winter Sundays by- Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices?

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10.Write down the theme of the following poem. [Reading for Pleasure: Poem-Hope] "Hope" is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I've heard it in the chilliest land - And on the strangest Sea- Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

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11.Critically appreciate the following poem identifying theme and subject matter. Also include general interpretation. [Unit-8; Lesson-2(B)] Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices?

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12.Dreams By Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

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