Imagine, you are Nabil/Nabila of 90 Mymensingh Road, Uttara, Dhaka.…

Imagine, you are Nabil/Nabila of 90 Mymensingh Road, Uttara, Dhaka. One of your friends who lives in Khulna has won the President's Award in essay writing. Now, send an email to your friend Shahid/Shahida congratulating him/her on his/her achievement.

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From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Congratulations on Winning the President's Award! Dear Shahida, I hope this email finds you in good health and high spirits. I was absolutely thrilled to hear the wonderful news from Khulna that you have won the prestigious President's Award in essay writing! Congratulations on this remarkable achievement! I know how much effort and dedication you put into your writing, and it is truly inspiring to see your hard work pay off on such a grand scale. This award is a testament to your talent and creativity. We are all incredibly proud of you here in Dhaka. I cannot wait to hear more about the experience when we next meet. Best wishes, Nabil 90/Mymensingh Road, Uttara, Dhaka

HSCEnglish 1st Paperময়মনসিংহ গার্লস ক্যাডেট কলেজ 2026

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.

সরকারি হাজী মুহাম্মদ মহসিন কলেজ, চট্টগ্রাম · 2026

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.

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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.

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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.

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

\right. I love thee

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.

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. $\times must the cannonballs fly Before$

blowin^{\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

\times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just

doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is

blowin^{\prime} in the wind The answer is blowin^{\prime} in the wind

Yes, and how many

\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

blowin^{\prime} in the wind The answer is blowin^{\prime} in the wind

আদমজী ক্যান্টনমেন্ট কলেজ, ঢাকা · 2026

\times must the cannonballs fly Before

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

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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?

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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

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.

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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?

উত্তর ও ব্যাখ্যা দেখতে ফ্রি রেজিস্ট্রেশন করো

ফ্রি শুরু করো

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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