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Monday, May 6, 2013

500 Poems



500 Poems

 

Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou (born Marguerite Ann Johnson on April 4, 1928) an American author and poet who has been called "America's most visible black female autobiographer" by scholar Joanne M. Braxton. She is best known for her series of six autobiographical volumes, which focus on her childhood and early adult experiences. The first and most highly acclaimed, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), tells of her first seventeen years. It brought her international recognition, and was nominated for a National Book Award. She has been awarded over 30 honorary degrees and was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize for her 1971 volume of poetry, Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water 'Fore I Diiie.


Angelou was a member of the Harlem Writers Guild in the late 1950s, was active in the Civil Rights movement, and served as Northern Coordinator of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s Southern Christian Leadership Conference. Since 1991, she has taught at Wake Forest University in Winston-Salem, North Carolina where she holds the first lifetime Reynolds Professorship of American Studies. Since the 1990s she has made around eighty appearances a year on the lecture circuit. In 1993, Angelou recited her poem "On the Pulse of Morning" at President Bill Clinton's inauguration, the first poet to make an inaugural recitation since Robert Frost at John F. Kennedy's inauguration in 1961. In 1995, she was recognized for having the longest-running record (two years) on The New York Times Paperback Nonfiction Bestseller List.


With the publication of I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Angelou was heralded as a new kind of memoirist, one of the first African American women who was able to publicly discuss her personal life. She is highly respected as a spokesperson for Black people and women. Angelou's work is often characterized as autobiographical fiction. She has, however, made a deliberate attempt to challenge the common structure of the autobiography by critiquing, changing, and expanding the genre. Her books, centered on themes such as identity, family, and racism, are often used as set texts in schools and universities internationally. Some of her more controversial work has been challenged or banned in US schools and libraries.

 


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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
Maya Angelou poetby Maya Angelou
on 1/1/2000
2.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
Robert Frost poetby Robert Frost
on 1/1/2000
3.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
Maya Angelou poetby Maya Angelou
on 1/1/2000
4.
I want you to know
one thing.
Pablo Neruda poetby Pablo Neruda
on 1/1/2000
5.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Langston Hughes poetby Langston Hughes
on 1/1/2000
6.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
Edgar Allan Poe poetby Edgar Allan Poe
on 1/1/2000
7.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Edgar Allan Poe poetby Edgar Allan Poe
on 1/1/2000
8.
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
Rudyard Kipling poetby Rudyard Kipling
on 1/1/2000
9.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
Robert Frost poetby Robert Frost
on 1/1/2000
10.
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
Maya Angelou poetby Maya Angelou
on 1/1/2000
11.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
Robert Frost poetby Robert Frost
on 1/1/2000
12.
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
Pablo Neruda poetby Pablo Neruda
on 1/1/2000
13.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
William Ernest Henley poetby William Ernest Henley
on 1/1/2000
14.
The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Roald Dahl poetby Roald Dahl
on 1/1/2000
15.
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
Langston Hughes poetby Langston Hughes
on 1/1/2000
16.
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
Edgar Allan Poe poetby Edgar Allan Poe
on 1/1/2000
17.
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
Pablo Neruda poetby Pablo Neruda
on 1/1/2000
18.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
William Wordsworth poetby William Wordsworth
on 1/1/2000
19.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Dylan Thomas poetby Dylan Thomas
on 1/1/2000
20.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
Mary Elizabeth Frye poetby Mary Elizabeth Frye
on 1/1/2000
21.
PART ONE
I
Alfred Noyes poetby Alfred Noyes
on 1/1/2000
22.
254
"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
Emily Dickinson poetby Emily Dickinson
on 1/1/2000
23.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
Jenny Joseph poetby Jenny Joseph
on 1/1/2000
24.
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
William Blake poetby William Blake
on 1/1/2000
25.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien poetby John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
on 1/1/2000

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Poems of John Keats



Poems of John Keats


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3/22/2010
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1/13/2003
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3/22/2010
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1/3/2003
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3/22/2010
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1/13/2003
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3/22/2010
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1/13/2003
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3/22/2010
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3/22/2010
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1/4/2003
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3/22/2010
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12/31/2002
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3/23/2010
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3/23/2010
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3/23/2010
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3/23/2010

William Wordsworth



William Wordsworth (1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

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12/31/2002
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1/3/2003
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4/5/2010
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4/5/2010
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4/5/2010
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4/5/2010
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4/5/2010
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12/31/2002
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1/3/2003
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12/31/2002
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4/5/2010
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1/1/2004
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12/31/2002
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4/5/2010
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4/5/2010
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1/3/2003
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12/31/2002
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5/17/2001
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4/5/2010

William Shakespeare






William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

 

All the World's a Stage



 All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
                                  -William Shakespeare 
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1/3/2003
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5/18/2001
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3/29/2010
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1/20/2003
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1/4/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/4/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/4/2003
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1/4/2003
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1/4/2003
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1/4/2003
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1/4/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/4/2003
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1/20/2003
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1/20/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/3/2003

Robert Frost



 

Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

 

A Prayer in Spring



 Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.

                                                  -------Robert Frost 
 
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1/13/2003
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1/13/2003
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1/13/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/13/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/13/2003
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1/13/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/3/2003
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1/3/2003

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William Blake



William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)


A Cradle Song

Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.

Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o'er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,

Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.

-----------William Blake


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1/13/2003
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5/9/2001
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5/9/2001
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5/9/2001
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5/9/2001
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1/3/2003
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5/9/2001
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5/9/2001
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1/3/2003
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1/13/2003
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5/9/2001
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1/1/2004
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1/1/2004
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1/3/2003
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1/3/2003
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5/9/2001
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5/9/2001
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1/1/2004

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BCS English

BCS English

English Paper-1
(For both General and Technical/ Professional Cadre)
Marks-100
1.     Translation from English into Bangla and from Bangla into English.
(20+20)= 40marks
2.     Application of Ideas:                                                                                    
 =  20 marks
3.     Substance/Precis writing:                                                               = 15marks
4.     Grammar ( use of verb, preposition, voice, narration, correction of errors in composition, use of words having similar pronunciation but conveying different meaning, use idioms and phrases).                              25marks

                                                                                              Total : 100marks 

English Paper­-2
(For both General and Technical/Professional Cadre)
Marks-100

1.     Essay (free composition i.e. without hints)                                        30 marks
2.     Essay (guided writing i.e. with hints)                                                 30 marks
3.     Letter witting (Official/ Semi-Official/Memorandum, Business type)          20 marks
4.     Objective reporting.                                                                           20marks
                                                                                             Total = 100marks