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ROMANCE I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night I will make a palace fit for you and me, Of green days in forest and blue days at sea. I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room, Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom, And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night. And this shall be for music when no one else is near, The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear! That only I remember, that only you admire, Of the board road that stretches and the roadside fire. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Summary: 'Romance' by Robert Louis Stevenson is a charming and romantic poem that expresses the speaker's devotion to their beloved. The speaker promises to create beautiful and meaningful things for their loved one, embodying their love through tangible and intangible gestures. The poem begins with the speaker's commitment to crafting special gifts, ...

 LADY CLARE It was the time when lilies blow, And clouds are highest up in air, Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe To give his cousin, Lady Clare. I trow they did not part in scorn: Lovers long-betroth'd were they: They two will wed the morrow morn; God's blessing on the day! 'He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,' said Lady Clare. There came old Alice the nurse, Said, 'Who was this that went from thee?' 'It was my cousin, 'said Lady Clare; 'To-morrow he weds with me.' 'O God be thank'd!' said Alice the nurse, 'That all comes round so just and fair: Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands, And you are not the Lady Clare.' 'Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse,' Said Lady Clare, 'that ye speak so wild?' 'As God's above,' said Alice the nurse, 'I speak the truth: you are my child. 'The old Earl's da...

HOME-THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, For whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs, and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England-now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on, the clover, Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge- That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture! And though the fields look rough with hoary dew, All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower, -Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower! ROBERT BROWNING Summary: 'Home-Thoughts from Abroad' by Robert Browning is a poem that expresses the yearning and nostalgia of being in England while ...

KING AHMAK SHAH An Arab merchant came to the court Of Ahmak Shah one day. 'Whence art thou, friend,' the king inquired; 'And what is thy business, pray?' The Arab merchant bowed him down Till his forehead touched the floor; And thus he addressed King Ahmak Shah: 'Protector of the poor! 'For a lakh of rupees-one paltry lakh- Thy slave will bring to thee The finest horse that ever roamed The deserts of Araby.' 'Give him the money!' cried Ahmak Shah. 'If there is one thing that I need More than anything else in all the world, 'Tis a pure-bred Arab steed.' That night the king was in merry mood; And having nothing to do, He bade his Minister write him a list Of the greatest fools he knew. The Minister write; and handing the names To the king, 'I have placed them,' he said, 'In order of merit, so to speak, Your Majesty's name at the head.' 'By the beard of the Prophet!' said Ahmak Shah, 'Thou art a bold Vizier! M...

 THE WIND The wind has a language, I would I could learn; Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis stern; Sometimes it comes like a low, sweet song, And all things grow calm, as the sound floats along; And the forest is lulled by the dreamy strain; And slumber sinks down on the wandering main, And it's crystal arms are folded in rest, And the tall ship sleeps on its heaving breast. L. E. LANDON Summary: 'The Wind' by L.E. Landon is a poem that explores the various moods and qualities of the wind. The poem suggests that the wind has its own language, and the speaker expresses a desire to understand and learn it. The wind is described as having both soothing and stern qualities. At times, it is compared to a low, sweet song that brings calm and lulls the forest and the sea to sleep. The poem evokes a sense of tranquility as it describes the wind's influence on the natural world, from calming the forest to soothing the restless sea. It beautifully portrays the ...