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పద్య రచన
Reproduction Of A Story – Poem
పద్య రచనలోనున్న కథను మీ స్వంత మాటలలో చెప్పాలి. ముందు పద్యాన్ని క్షుణ్నంగా చదవండి. అప్పుడు మీ story ఏమిటో అర్థమౌతుంది. చక్కగా కథ అవగాహన అయిన తరువాత మీకు అర్థమయిన భావాన్ని మీ మాటలలో చెప్పాలి.
సూచనలు (Hints)
1.మొత్తం పద్యాన్ని పూర్తిగా, నిదానంగా, జాగ్రత్తగా చదవండి. అవసరమయితే రెండవ సారి కూడా చదవాలి. రెండు మూడుసార్లు చదివితే చాలా మంచిది.
2. ముఖ్యమైన భావములను ఒక చోట క్లుప్తంగా రాయండి. ఇలా రాసినవి మీకు final గా summary వ్రాయునపుడు ఉపయోగపడును. ముఖ్యమైన points ను వదలరాదు.
3. ఇప్పుడు story ని సరళమైన భాషలో సూటిగా English లో రాయండి. సంఘటనలను వ్రాసి సహజ వరుస క్రమములో వ్రాయండి.
4. Poem లో ఉన్న భాషను copy కొట్టకండి. కథా గమనంలో మీ స్వంత పదాలను సాధ్యమైనంత వరకు వాడండి. కష్టతరమైన భాషను ప్రయోగించవద్దు. సాధ్యమైనంత వరకు plain words వాడండి.
5. ఈ మొత్తం exercise ను పూర్తి చేసిన తరువాత ఏదైనా ముఖ్యమైన విషయాన్ని వదిలి వేశారేమో చూడండి. తప్పులను, ఒప్పులను బేరీజు వేసుకోండి.
6. Spellings grammar mistakes, punctuation చూసుకోండి. Sentences సరియైన పంధాలో ఉన్నవా లేవా అని సరిచూసుకోండి. చదువుతూంటే ఆహ్లాదకరంగా ఉన్నదా అని సరిచూసుకోండి.
Specimens – నమూనాలు
1. ఈ క్రింది పద్యరచనను వచన రూపంలో తీర్చిదిద్దండి :
Read and Learn more Written Composition
The Glove And The Lions
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport;
And one day, as his lions strove, sat looking on the court;
The nobles filled the benches round, the ladies by their side,
And ‘mongst them Count de Lorge, with one he hoped to make his bride.
And truly ’twas a gallant thing, to see the crowning show.
Valour and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below.
Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws;
They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, and went with their paws;
With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled one on another,
Till all the pit, with sand and mane was in a thunderous smother ;
The bloody foam above the bars came whizzing through the air;
Said Francis then, “Good gentlemen, we’re better here than there !”
De Lorge’s love o’erheard the king, a beauteous lively dame,
With smiling lips, and sharp bright eyes, which always seemed the same:
She thought, “The Count, my lover, is as brave as brave can be
“He surely would do desperate things to show his love of me!
“King, ladies, lovers all look on the chance is wondrous fine;
“I’ll drop my glove to prove his iove; great glory will be mine!”
She dropped her glove to prove his love; then looked on him and smiled;
He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild place.
The leap was quick; return was quick; he soon regained his place-
Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady’s face !!
“Well done!” cried Francis, “bravely done !” and he rose from where he sat:
“No love,” quoth he, “but vanity, sets love a task like that!”
Reproduction
The Glove And The Lions
King Francis was a great lover of all kinds of sport; and one day he and his courtiers, noblemen and ladies, sat watching wild savage lions fighting each other in the enclosure below. Amongst the courtiers sat Count de Lorge beside a beautiful and lively lady of noble birth whom he loved and hoped to marry. The lions roared, and bit and tore each other with savage fury, until the king said to his courtiers, “Gentlemen, we are better up here than down there !”
The lady, hearing him, thought she would show the king and his court how devoted her lover was to her: so she dropped her glove down among the fighting lions, and then looked at Count de Lorge and smiled at him. He bowed to her, and leaped down among the savage lions without hesitation, recovered the glove, and climbed back to his place in a few moments. Then he threw the glove right in the lady’s face.
King Francis cried out, “Well and bravely done ! But it was not love that made your lady set you such
a dangerous thing to do, but her vanity!”
2. Tell the story of Leigh Hunt’s “Plate of Gold” in five short paragraphs:
The Plate Of Gold
One day there fell in great Benares’ temple-court
A wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ:
‘To him who loveth best, a gift from Heaven.”
Thereat
The priests made proclamation: “At the midday hour,
Each day, let those assemble who for virtue deem
Their right to heaven’s gift the best; and we will hear
The deeds of mercy done, and so adjudge.”
The news
Ran swift as light, and soon from every quarter came
Nobles and munshis, hermits, scholars, holy men,
And all renowned for gracious or for splendid deeds,
Meanwhile the priests in solemn council sat and heard
What each had done to merit best the gift of Heaven.
So for a year the claimants came and went.
At last,
After a patient weighing of the worth of all,
The priests bestowed the plate of gold on one who seemed
The largest lover of the race-whose whole estate,
Within the year, had been parted among the poor.
This man, all trembling with his joy, advanced to take
The golden plate-when lo! at his first finger touch
It changed to basest lead! All stood aghast; but when
The hapless claimant dropped it clanging on the floor,
Heaven’s guerdon was again transformed to shining gold.
So for another twelve months sat the priests and judged,
Thrice they awarded-thrice did Heaven refuse the gift.
Meanwhile, a host of poor, maimed beggars in the street
Lay all about the temple gate, in hope to move
That love whereby each claimant hoped to win the gift.
And well for them it was (if gold be charity),
For every pilgrim to the temple gate praised God.
That love might thus approve itself before the test.
And so the coins rained freely in the outstretched hands;
But none of those who gave, so much as turned to look
Into the poor sad eyes of them that begged.
And now
The second year had almost passed, but still the plate
Of gold, by whomsoever touched, was turned to lead.
At length there came a simple peasant–not aware
Of that strange contest for the gift of God-to pay
A vow within the temple. As he passed along
The line of shrivelled beggars, all his soul was moved
Within him to sweet pity, and the tears welled up
And trembled in his eyes.
Now by the temple gate
There lay a poor, sore creature, blind, and shunned by all;
But when the peasant came, and saw the sightless face
And trembling, maimed hands, he could not pass, but knelt,
And took both palms in his, and softly said: “O thou,
My brother! bear the trouble bravely. God is good.”
Then he arose and walked straightway across the court,
And entered where they wrangled of their deeds of love
Before the priests.
A while he listened sadly; then
Had turned away; but something moved the priest who held
The plate of gold to beckon to the peasant. So
He came, not understanding, and obeyed, and stretched
His hand and took the sacred vessel. Lo ! it shone
With thrice its former lustre, and amazed them all!
“Son”, cried the priest, “rejoice. The gift of God is thine.
Thou lovest best!” And all made answer, “It is well.”
And, one by one, departed. But the peasant knelt
And prayed, bowing his head above the golden plate;
While o’er his soul like morning streamed the love of God.
Reproduction
The Plate Of Gold
One day a wonderful plate made of gold fell from Heaven into the court of a temple at Benares; and on the plate these words were inscribed: “A gift from Heaven to him who loves best.”The priests at once made a proclamation that every day at twelve o’clock, alt who would like to claim the plate should assemble at the temple, to have their kind deeds judged.
Everyday for a whole year all kinds of holy men, hermits, scholars and nobles came, and related to the priests their deeds of charity, and the priests in solemn council heard their claims. At last they decided that the one who seemed to be the greatest lover of mankind was a rich man who had that very year given all his wealth to the poor. So they gave him the plate of gold, but when he took it in his hand, it turned to worthless, lead; though, when he dropped it in his amazement on to the floor, it became gold again.
For another year claimants came; and the priests awarded the prize three times. But the same thing happened, showing that Heaven did not consider these men worthy of the gift.
Meanwhile a large number of beggars came and lay about the temple gate, hoping that the claimants who came would give them alms to prove they were worthy of the golden plate. It was a good time for the beggars, because the pilgrims gave them plenty of money; but they gave them no sympathy, nor even a look of pity.
At last a simple peasant, who had heard nothing about the plate of gold, came; and he was so touched by the sight of the miserable beggars, that he wept; and when, he saw a poor blind and maimed wretch at the temple gate, he knelt at his side and took his maimed hands in his and comforted him with kind words. When this peasant came to the temple, he was shocked to find it full of men boasting of their kind deeds and quarrelling with the priest. One priest, who held the golden plate in his hand, seeing the peasant standing there, beckoned to him; and the peasant came, and knowing nothing about the plate, took it in his hands. At once it shone out with three times its former splendour, and the priests said: “Son, the gift is yours: for you love best.”
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1. Tell in your own words the story of Leigh Hunt’s “Abou Ben Adhem,” What is the moral of the legend? [Wren’s “Lotus Book of English Verse”, No. 128. Wren’s “Story Poems”, No. 20.].
2 Imagine yourself to be King Bruce, and tell the story of “King Bruce and the Spider” [“Lotus”, No. 5. “Story Poems”, No. 10]
3. Tell the story of “Bishop Hatto” in a letter to a friend [“Lotus”, No. 59. “Story Poems”, No. 37]
4. Tell at length the story told in Campbell’s “Adelgitha,” supplying details left out by the poet. [“Story Poems” No 62]
5. Tell in your own words the story of “The Blind Men and the Elephant” as told by J.G. Saxe. [“Lotus”, No. 16. “Story Poems”, No. 1.]
6. Teil the story of Southey’s “Inchcape Rock” in your own words. [“Lotus”, No. 60. “Story Poems”, No. 9]
7 . Read both these poems and then tell in simple language the one story which both relate. [“Story Poems’, Nos. 94 and 95.)
8. Tell the story of “Androcles and the Lion”, as related by Androcles. [“Story Poems”, No. 14.]
9. Tell the story of Browning’s “Incident of the French Camp” in your own words. [“Lotus”, No. 108. “Story Poems”, No. 21.]
10. Relate in a few plain sentences the bare facts narrated in W. R. Spencer’s “Beth Gelert”. (“Lotus”, No. 51. “Story Poems”, No. 36.]
11. Rewrite the story of “The Fisherman and the Porter”, as told by the fisherman. [“Story Poems”, No. 39.]
12. Tell the story of Leigh Hunt’s “Mahmoud”, using the dialogue form for the conversational parts. [“Lotus”, No. 61. “Story Poems”, No. 41 ]
13. Put yourself in the place of Ibrahim, and tell the story told in Lowell’s “Yussouf” from his point of view. [“Lotus”, No. 62, “Story Poems”, No. 42]
14. Tell the story narrated in Trench’s “Harmosan,” as told by a member of the Caliph’s retinue. [“Lotus”, No. 63. “Story Poems”, No. 43.]
15. Read the poem “John Maynard”, and then describe in your own words the heroism of John Maynard. [“Story Poems”, No. 55]
16. Imagine yourself to be the country mouse; then tell the story of “The own and the Country Mouse”. [“Story Poems,” No. 57]
17. The two poems, Campbell’s “Earl March” and Scott’s “Maid of Neidpath”, are two versions of the same incident.
18. Tell in your own words the story of Thackeray’s “Canute and the Tide”. [“Lotus”, No. 18. “Story Poems”, No. 64.]
19. Tell in your own words the beautiful legend related in W. Bruce’s poem ‘The Stranger” [“Story Poems”, No. 81.]
20. Relate in your own words, the Talmudic legend about Solomon and the Bees as narrated in verse by J.G. Saxe. [“Lotus”, No. 64. “Story Poems”, No. 89.]
21. Relate in simple language and in the form of a dialogue the incident told in J. Merrick’s “Chameleon” [“Lotus”, No. 17. “Story Poems”. No. 77.]
22. Tell the story of Hay’s “Enchanted Shirt” in your own words. [“Lotus”, No. 8. “Story Poems”, No. 65.] Tell in your own words the story of the jester who, condemned to death, saved his life by his wits. [“Story Poems”. No. 72.]
23. Read Lowell’s “Dara”: then relate in four paragraphs (a) the early life and rise of Dara; (b) the jealousy which his rise excited; (c) the incident of the chest and (d) the clearing of the suspicion about his integrity. [“Lotus”, No. 66. “Story Poems”. No. 66.]