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Read the passage and answer the questions B. [Unit-8; Lesson-3(C)] At daylight I was half wakened by the sound of chopping. Again, it was so even in texture that I went back to sleep. When I left my bed in the cool morning, the boy had come and gone, and a stack of kindling was neat against the cabin wall. He came after school in the afternoon and worked until time to return to the orphanage. His name was Jerry... he had been at the orphanage since he was four. I could picture him at four, with the same grave gray-blue eyes and the same independence? No, the word that comes to me is "integrity" [গণিত] It is bedded on courage, but it is more than brave. It is honest, but it is more than honesty. The ax handle broke one day. Jerry said the woodshop at the orphanage would repair it. I brought money to pay for the job and he refused it. "I'll pay for it," he said. "I broke it. I brought the ax down careless." "But no one hits accurately every time," I told him. "The fault was in the wood of the handle. I'll see the man from whom I bought it." It was only then that he would take the money. He was standing back of his own carelessness. He was a free-will agent and he chose to do careful work, and if he failed, he took the responsibility without subterfuge. And he did for me the unnecessary thing, the gracious thing, that we find done only by the great of heart. Things no training can teach, for they are done on the instant, with no predicated experience. He found a cubbyhole beside the fireplace that I had not noticed. There, of his own accord, he put kindling and "medium" wood, so that I might always have dry fire material ready in case of sudden wet weather. A stone was loose in the rough walk to the cabin. He dug a deeper hole and steadied it, aithough he came, himself, by a shortcut over the bank. I found that when I tried to return his thoughtfulness with such things as candy and apples, he was wordless. "Thank you" was, perhaps, an expression for which he had had no use, for his courtesy was instinctive. He only looked at the gift and at me, and a curtain lifted, so that I saw deep into the clear well of his eyes, and gratitude was there, and affection, soft over the firm granite of his character... B. Answer the following questions. (a) Who was Jerry? (b) Why did Jerry do unnecessary jobs for the writer? (c) What is integrity? Explain. (d) "He only looked at the gift and at me". Why? (e) Write about the bonding between the writer and Jerry.

উত্তর: (a) (b) (c) Integrity means the quality of being honest and having a strong moral character. Jerry's Integrity, as defined by the writer, is bedded on courage, but it is more than bravery; it is honest, but it is more than honesty. (d) Jerry was an orphan boy living in an orphanage. He was deprived of motherly care and fatherly affection. He did not think that someone could give him any gift. So, when the writer offered him candy or apples in exchange for his voluntary services, he was speechless and looked at the gift and the writer. (e) Jerry was an orphan who lived in an orphanage. As a wood chopper, he came in contact with the writer. But Jerry had many extraordinary qualities which enabled him to win the heart of the writer. He being a motherless boy, loved the writer like his mother, while the mother in the writer got roused by his helplessness and extraordinary qualities. Thus, they developed a mother-son-like relationship between them.

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Read the passage and answer the questions B. [Unit-8; Lesson-3(C)] At daylight I was half wakened by the sound of chopping. Again, it was so even in texture that I went back to sleep. When I left my bed in the cool morning, the boy had come and gone, and a stack of kindling was neat against the cabin wall. He came after school in the afternoon and worked until time to return to the orphanage. His name was Jerry... he had been at the orphanage since he was four. I could picture him at four, with the same grave gray-blue eyes and the same independence? No, the word that comes to me is "integrity"Itisbeddedon\ldots It is bedded on courage, but it is more than brave. It is honest, but it is more than honesty. The ax handle broke one day. Jerry said the woodshop at the orphanage would repair it. I brought money to pay for the job and he refused it. "I'll pay for it," he said. "I broke it. I brought the ax down careless." "But no one hits accurately every time," I told him. "The fault was in the wood of the handle. I'll see the man from whom I bought it." It was only then that he would take the money. He was standing back of his own carelessness. He was a free-will agent and he chose to do careful work, and if he failed, he took the responsibility without subterfuge. And he did for me the unnecessary thing, the gracious thing, that we find done only by the great of heart. Things no training can teach, for they are done on the instant, with no predicated experience. He found a cubbyhole beside the fireplace that I had not noticed. There, of his own accord, he put kindling and "medium" wood, so that I might always have dry fire material ready in case of sudden wet weather. A stone was loose in the rough walk to the cabin. He dug a deeper hole and steadied it, aithough he came, himself, by a shortcut over the bank. I found that when I tried to return his thoughtfulness with such things as candy and apples, he was wordless. "Thank you" was, perhaps, an expression for which he had had no use, for his courtesy was instinctive. He only looked at the gift and at me, and a curtain lifted, so that I saw deep into the clear well of his eyes, and gratitude was there, and affection, soft over the firm granite of his character... B. Answer the following questions. (a) Who was Jerry? (b) Why did Jerry do unnecessary jobs for the writer? (c) What is integrity? Explain. (d) "He only looked at the gift and at me". Why? (e) Write about the bonding between the writer and Jerry.

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(a) (b) (c) Integrity means the quality of being honest and having a strong moral character. Jerry's Integrity, as defined by the writer, is bedded on courage, but it is more than bravery; it is honest, but it is more than honesty. (d) Jerry was an orphan boy living in an orphanage. He was deprived of motherly care and fatherly affection. He did not think that someone could give him any gift. So, when the writer offered him candy or apples in exchange for his voluntary services, he was speechless and looked at the gift and the writer. (e) Jerry was an orphan who lived in an orphanage. As a wood chopper, he came in contact with the writer. But Jerry had many extraordinary qualities which enabled him to win the heart of the writer. He being a motherless boy, loved the writer like his mother, while the mother in the writer got roused by his helplessness and extraordinary qualities. Thus, they developed a mother-son-like relationship between them.
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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

thedepthandbreadthandheightMysoulcan\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 thelevelofevery\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
useInmyold\to use In my old
griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed
loseWithmylost\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
thedepthandbreadthandheightMysoulcan\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 thelevelofevery\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
useInmyold\to use In my old
griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed
loseWithmylost\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.

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

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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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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.

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

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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

thedepthandbreadthandheightMysoulcan\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 thelevelofevery\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
useInmyold\to use In my old
griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed
loseWithmylost\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
thedepthandbreadthandheightMysoulcan\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 thelevelofevery\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
useInmyold\to use In my old
griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed
loseWithmylost\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.

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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.

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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

thedepthandbreadthandheightMysoulcan\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 thelevelofevery\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
useInmyold\to use In my old
griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed
loseWithmylost\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
thedepthandbreadthandheightMysoulcan\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 thelevelofevery\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
useInmyold\to use In my old
griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed
loseWithmylost\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.

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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.

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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 the\to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed be\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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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 the\to the sea? Yes, and how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed be\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

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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.

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

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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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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?

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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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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.

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

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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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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?

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

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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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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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