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Read the following text and answer the questions. I was born in Tuckahoe, near Hillsborough, and about twelve miles from Easton, in Talbot county, Maryland. I have no accurate knowledge of my age, never having seen any authentic record containing it. By far the larger part of the slaves know as little of their ages as horses know of theirs, and it is the wish of most masters within my knowledge to keep their slaves thus ignorant. I do not remember to have ever met a slave who could tell of his birthday. They seldom come nearer to it than planting-time, harvest-time, cherry-time, spring-time, or fall-time. A want of information concerning my own was à source of unhappiness to me even during childhood. The white children could tell their ages. I could not tell why I ought to be deprived of the same privilege. I was not allowed to make any inquiries of my master concerning it. He deemed all such inquiries on the part of a slave improper and impertinent, and evidence of a restless spirit. The nearest estimate I can give makes me now between twenty-seven and twenty-eight years of age. I come to this; from hearing my master say, sometime during 1835, I was about seventeen years old. My mother was named Harriet Bailey. She was the daughter of Isaac and Betsey Bailey, both colored, and quite dark. My mother was of a darker complexion than either my grandmother or grandfather. My father was a white man. He was admitted to be such by all I ever heard speak of my parentage. The opinion was also whispered that my master was my father; but of the correctness of this opinion, I know nothing; the means of knowing was withheld from me. My mother and I were separated when I was but an infant - before I knew her as my mother. It is a common custom, in the part of Maryland from which I ran away, to part children from their mothers at a very early age. Frequently, before the child has reached its twelfth month, its mother is taken from it, and hired out on some farm a considerable distance off, and the child is placed under the care of an old woman, too old for field labor. For what this separation is done, I do not know, unless it be to hinder the development of the child's affection toward its mother, and to blunt and destroy the natural affection of the mother for the child. বাংলা অনুবাদ: আমি মেরিল্যান্ডের টালবট কাউন্টির ইস্টন থেকে প্রায় বারো মাইল দূরে হিলসবারোর কাছে, টাকাহো নামক জায়গায় জন্মগ্রহণ করি। আমার বয়স সম্পর্কে আমার কোনো সঠিক ধারণা নেই, কারণ আমি কখনো এমন কোনো নির্ভরযোগ্য নথি দেখিনি যেখানে আমার বয়স উল্লেখ আছে। বেশিরভাগ দাসই তাদের বয়স সম্পর্কে ঘোড়ার বয়সের মতোই কম জানে, এবং আমার জানা মতে, অধিকাংশ মনিবই চায় যে তাদের দাসরা এ বিষয়ে অজ্ঞ থাকুক। আমি এমন কোনো দাসের কথা মনে করতে পারি না যে তার জন্মদিন বলতে পারত। তারা সাধারণত ফসল বোনার সময়, ফসল কাটার সময়, চেরি তোলার সময়, বসন্তকাল বা শরৎকালের মতো নির্দিষ্ট সময়ের কাছাকাছি একটি আনুমানিক বয়স বলতে পারত। নিজের বয়স সম্পর্কে এই তথ্যের অভাব শৈশবকালেও আমাকে দুঃখ দিত। শ্বেতাঙ্গ শিশুরা তাদের বয়স বলতে পারত। আমি কেন এই সুযোগ থেকে বঞ্চিত হচ্ছি, তা বুঝতে পারতাম না। এ বিষয়ে আমার মনিবকে কোনো কিছু জিজ্ঞেস করার অনুমতি আমার ছিল না। তিনি দাসদের পক্ষ থেকে এমন প্রশ্নকে অনুচিত এবং অবাঞ্ছিত মনে করতেন, এবং সেটিকে এক অস্থির মনের পরিচায়ক হিসেবে দেখতেন। আমি যে অনুমান করতে পারি, তাতে আমার বর্তমান বয়স সাতাশ থেকে আটাশ বছরের মধ্যে। আমি এই সিদ্ধান্তে পৌঁছাই কারণ আমি শুনেছি যে, ১৮৩৫ সালের কোনো এক সময়ে আমার মনিব বলেছিলেন যে আমার বয়স প্রায় সতেরো বছর। আমার মায়ের নাম ছিল হ্যারিয়েট বেইলি। তিনি ছিলেন আইজ্যাক এবং বেটসি বেইলির কন্যা, দুজনেই কৃষ্ণাঙ্গ এবং বেশ কালো। আমার মা আমার ঠাকুমা বা ঠাকুরদার চেয়েও কালো ছিলেন। আমার বাবা ছিলেন একজন শ্বেতাঙ্গ। আমি যাদেরকেই আমার পিতামাতার সম্পর্কে কথা বলতে শুনেছি, তাদের সবার কাছেই এই সত্যটি স্বীকৃত ছিল। এমনও গুঞ্জন ছিল যে আমার মনিবই আমার বাবা; কিন্তু এই মতের সত্যতা সম্পর্কে আমি কিছুই জানি না; জানার কোনো উপায় আমার কাছে ছিল না। আমি যখন একেবারেই শিশু ছিলাম, অর্থাৎ তাকে মা হিসেবে চেনার আগেই, আমাকে আমার মায়ের কাছ থেকে আলাদা করা হয়েছিল। আমি যেখান থেকে পালিয়ে এসেছি, মেরিল্যান্ডের সেই অঞ্চলে শিশুদের খুব অল্প বয়সেই তাদের মা থেকে আলাদা করে ফেলাটা একটি সাধারণ প্রথা। প্রায়শই, শিশুর এক বছর বয়স হওয়ার আগেই তার মাকে নিয়ে দূরে কোনো খামারে কাজে পাঠিয়ে দেওয়া হয়, আর শিশুটিকে এমন একজন বৃদ্ধা নারীর তত্ত্বাবধানে রাখা হয়, যিনি ক্ষেতের কাজ করার জন্য demasiado বৃদ্ধ। এই বিচ্ছেদ কেন করা হয়, তা আমি জানি না, তবে সম্ভবত এটি মায়ের প্রতি সন্তানের স্নেহ বিকাশকে বাধা দিতে এবং সন্তানের প্রতি মায়ের স্বাভাবিক স্নেহকে ভোঁতা ও নষ্ট করার জন্য করা হয়। B. Answer the following questions: a. Where was the narrator born? b. Why did the narrator not know his age? c. How did most slaves estimate their age? d. Why was the lack of knowledge about his age a source of unhappiness for the narrator? e. What was the master's attitude toward slaves asking about their age?

উত্তর: a. The narrator was born in Tuckahoe, near Hillsborough, in Talbot County, Maryland. b. The narrator never saw any authentic record of his birth, and it was common for slaves to be kept ignorant of their ages. So, the narrator did not know his age. c. Most slaves referred to seasons like planting-time, harvest-time, cherry-time, spring-time, or fall-time instead of actual birthdays to estimate their age. d. The lack of knowledge about his age was a source of unhappiness for the narrator because it made him feel inferior deprived of the privilege that white children had of knowing their ages. e. The master considered slaves [গণিত] asking about their age an improper custom. He thought it to be an evidence of impertinent and restless spirit.

HSC English 1st Paper CQ — Prosthuti প্রশ্নব্যাংক

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Read the following text and answer the questions. I was born in Tuckahoe, near Hillsborough, and about twelve miles from Easton, in Talbot county, Maryland. I have no accurate knowledge of my age, never having seen any authentic record containing it. By far the larger part of the slaves know as little of their ages as horses know of theirs, and it is the wish of most masters within my knowledge to keep their slaves thus ignorant. I do not remember to have ever met a slave who could tell of his birthday. They seldom come nearer to it than planting-time, harvest-time, cherry-time, spring-time, or fall-time. A want of information concerning my own was à source of unhappiness to me even during childhood. The white children could tell their ages. I could not tell why I ought to be deprived of the same privilege. I was not allowed to make any inquiries of my master concerning it. He deemed all such inquiries on the part of a slave improper and impertinent, and evidence of a restless spirit. The nearest estimate I can give makes me now between twenty-seven and twenty-eight years of age. I come to this; from hearing my master say, sometime during 1835, I was about seventeen years old. My mother was named Harriet Bailey. She was the daughter of Isaac and Betsey Bailey, both colored, and quite dark. My mother was of a darker complexion than either my grandmother or grandfather. My father was a white man. He was admitted to be such by all I ever heard speak of my parentage. The opinion was also whispered that my master was my father; but of the correctness of this opinion, I know nothing; the means of knowing was withheld from me. My mother and I were separated when I was but an infant - before I knew her as my mother. It is a common custom, in the part of Maryland from which I ran away, to part children from their mothers at a very early age. Frequently, before the child has reached its twelfth month, its mother is taken from it, and hired out on some farm a considerable distance off, and the child is placed under the care of an old woman, too old for field labor. For what this separation is done, I do not know, unless it be to hinder the development of the child's affection toward its mother, and to blunt and destroy the natural affection of the mother for the child. বাংলা অনুবাদ: আমি মেরিল্যান্ডের টালবট কাউন্টির ইস্টন থেকে প্রায় বারো মাইল দূরে হিলসবারোর কাছে, টাকাহো নামক জায়গায় জন্মগ্রহণ করি। আমার বয়স সম্পর্কে আমার কোনো সঠিক ধারণা নেই, কারণ আমি কখনো এমন কোনো নির্ভরযোগ্য নথি দেখিনি যেখানে আমার বয়স উল্লেখ আছে। বেশিরভাগ দাসই তাদের বয়স সম্পর্কে ঘোড়ার বয়সের মতোই কম জানে, এবং আমার জানা মতে, অধিকাংশ মনিবই চায় যে তাদের দাসরা এ বিষয়ে অজ্ঞ থাকুক। আমি এমন কোনো দাসের কথা মনে করতে পারি না যে তার জন্মদিন বলতে পারত। তারা সাধারণত ফসল বোনার সময়, ফসল কাটার সময়, চেরি তোলার সময়, বসন্তকাল বা শরৎকালের মতো নির্দিষ্ট সময়ের কাছাকাছি একটি আনুমানিক বয়স বলতে পারত। নিজের বয়স সম্পর্কে এই তথ্যের অভাব শৈশবকালেও আমাকে দুঃখ দিত। শ্বেতাঙ্গ শিশুরা তাদের বয়স বলতে পারত। আমি কেন এই সুযোগ থেকে বঞ্চিত হচ্ছি, তা বুঝতে পারতাম না। এ বিষয়ে আমার মনিবকে কোনো কিছু জিজ্ঞেস করার অনুমতি আমার ছিল না। তিনি দাসদের পক্ষ থেকে এমন প্রশ্নকে অনুচিত এবং অবাঞ্ছিত মনে করতেন, এবং সেটিকে এক অস্থির মনের পরিচায়ক হিসেবে দেখতেন। আমি যে অনুমান করতে পারি, তাতে আমার বর্তমান বয়স সাতাশ থেকে আটাশ বছরের মধ্যে। আমি এই সিদ্ধান্তে পৌঁছাই কারণ আমি শুনেছি যে, ১৮৩৫ সালের কোনো এক সময়ে আমার মনিব বলেছিলেন যে আমার বয়স প্রায় সতেরো বছর। আমার মায়ের নাম ছিল হ্যারিয়েট বেইলি। তিনি ছিলেন আইজ্যাক এবং বেটসি বেইলির কন্যা, দুজনেই কৃষ্ণাঙ্গ এবং বেশ কালো। আমার মা আমার ঠাকুমা বা ঠাকুরদার চেয়েও কালো ছিলেন। আমার বাবা ছিলেন একজন শ্বেতাঙ্গ। আমি যাদেরকেই আমার পিতামাতার সম্পর্কে কথা বলতে শুনেছি, তাদের সবার কাছেই এই সত্যটি স্বীকৃত ছিল। এমনও গুঞ্জন ছিল যে আমার মনিবই আমার বাবা; কিন্তু এই মতের সত্যতা সম্পর্কে আমি কিছুই জানি না; জানার কোনো উপায় আমার কাছে ছিল না। আমি যখন একেবারেই শিশু ছিলাম, অর্থাৎ তাকে মা হিসেবে চেনার আগেই, আমাকে আমার মায়ের কাছ থেকে আলাদা করা হয়েছিল। আমি যেখান থেকে পালিয়ে এসেছি, মেরিল্যান্ডের সেই অঞ্চলে শিশুদের খুব অল্প বয়সেই তাদের মা থেকে আলাদা করে ফেলাটা একটি সাধারণ প্রথা। প্রায়শই, শিশুর এক বছর বয়স হওয়ার আগেই তার মাকে নিয়ে দূরে কোনো খামারে কাজে পাঠিয়ে দেওয়া হয়, আর শিশুটিকে এমন একজন বৃদ্ধা নারীর তত্ত্বাবধানে রাখা হয়, যিনি ক্ষেতের কাজ করার জন্য demasiado বৃদ্ধ। এই বিচ্ছেদ কেন করা হয়, তা আমি জানি না, তবে সম্ভবত এটি মায়ের প্রতি সন্তানের স্নেহ বিকাশকে বাধা দিতে এবং সন্তানের প্রতি মায়ের স্বাভাবিক স্নেহকে ভোঁতা ও নষ্ট করার জন্য করা হয়। B. Answer the following questions: a. Where was the narrator born? b. Why did the narrator not know his age? c. How did most slaves estimate their age? d. Why was the lack of knowledge about his age a source of unhappiness for the narrator? e. What was the master's attitude toward slaves asking about their age?

উত্তর

a. The narrator was born in Tuckahoe, near Hillsborough, in Talbot County, Maryland. b. The narrator never saw any authentic record of his birth, and it was common for slaves to be kept ignorant of their ages. So, the narrator did not know his age. c. Most slaves referred to seasons like planting-time, harvest-time, cherry-time, spring-time, or fall-time instead of actual birthdays to estimate their age. d. The lack of knowledge about his age was a source of unhappiness for the narrator because it made him feel inferior deprived of the privilege that white children had of knowing their ages. e. The master considered slavesaskingabouttheirageanimproperslaves^{\prime} asking about their age an improper custom. He thought it to be an evidence of impertinent and restless spirit.
HSCEnglish 1st Paperসরকারি সুন্দরবন আদর্শ কলেজ, খুলনা 2019
12টি সম্পর্কিত প্রশ্ন — উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা লকড

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

\right; I love thee
purely, as they turn from praise., I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

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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
\right; I love thee
purely, as they turn from praise., I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

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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.

কুমিল্লা ভিক্টোরিয়া সরকারি কলেজ · 2026

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

\right. I love thee
purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

কারমাইকেল কলেজ, রংপুর · 2026

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
\right. I love thee
purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

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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.

রাজশাহী কলেজ · 2026

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

\right. I love thee
purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

আনন্দ মোহন কলেজ, ময়মনসিংহ · 2026

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
\right. I love thee
purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

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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.

মাইলস্টোন কলেজ, ঢাকা · 2026

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 ×mustthecannonballsflyBefore\times must the cannonballs fly Before they're forever banned?. The answer, my friend, is

blowininthewindTheanswerisblowininthewindblowin^{\prime} in the wind The answer is blowin^{\prime} in the wind
Yes, and how many years must a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, and how many ×canamanturnhisheadAndpretendthathejust\times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is
blowininthewindTheanswerisblowininthewindblowin^{\prime} in the wind The answer is blowin^{\prime} in the wind
Yes, and how many ×mustamanlookupBeforehecanseethe\times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? And how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is
blowininthewindTheanswerisblowininthewindblowin^{\prime} in the wind The answer is blowin^{\prime} in the wind

আদমজী ক্যান্টনমেন্ট কলেজ, ঢাকা · 2026

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 ×mustthecannonballsflyBefore\times must the cannonballs fly Before they're forever banned?. The answer, my friend, is
blowininthewindTheanswerisblowininthewindblowin^{\prime} in the wind The answer is blowin^{\prime} in the wind
Yes, and how many years must a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, and how many ×canamanturnhisheadAndpretendthathejust\times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is
blowininthewindTheanswerisblowininthewindblowin^{\prime} in the wind The answer is blowin^{\prime} in the wind
Yes, and how many ×mustamanlookupBeforehecanseethe\times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? And how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is
blowininthewindTheanswerisblowininthewindblowin^{\prime} in the wind The answer is blowin^{\prime} in the wind

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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.

ঢাকা কলেজ · 2026

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?

ফৌজদারহাট ক্যাডেট কলেজ, চট্টগ্রাম · 2026

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.

রংপুর ক্যাডেট কলেজ · 2026

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?

রাজশাহী ক্যাডেট কলেজ · 2026

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.

ময়মনসিংহ গার্লস ক্যাডেট কলেজ · 2026

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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