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A Living God by Lafcadio Hearn

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A Living God by Lafcadio Hearn Short Summary of the Lesson in Three Parts Part I – Summary (≈150 words) The first part of the lesson describes the structure and spiritual significance of Shintō shrines in Japan. These shrines are simple buildings made of unpainted wood with steep roofs and lattice doors. Because they are left unpainted, the wood gradually turns gray under the influence of sun and rain, blending naturally with the surrounding landscape. According to Shintō belief, these shrines are the dwelling places of divine spirits called Kami. Many of these spirits are believed to be the souls of great warriors, rulers, or ancestors who lived long ago. The author explains that the mysterious emptiness of these shrines often creates a strange and supernatural feeling in visitors. Standing alone before such a shrine may give one the impression of being watched by invisible beings. The author even imagines what it might feel like to be a god living in a shrine and receiving prayers fr...
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The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth

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The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;— Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn. "The World Is Too Much With Us" — by William Wordsworth Paraphrased Line by Line 1. The world is too much with us; late and soon, People are overly concerned with material things, it happens later or sooner. 2. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;— We waste our human abilities and potential in the constant cyc...
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The Daffodils by William Wordsworth

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The Daffodils  By William Wordsworth   I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.   Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.   The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:   For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. About William Wordsworth William Wordsworth, one of the major figures and founders of English Romanticism, was born in Co...
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Uncle Podger Hangs a Picture by Jerome K. Jerome

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  Uncle Podger Hangs a Picture You never saw such a commotion up and down a house, in all your life, as when my Uncle Podger undertook to do a job. A picture would have come home from the frame-maker's, and be standing in the dining-room, waiting to be put up; and Aunt Podger would ask what was to be done with it, and Uncle Podger would say: "Oh, you leave that to me. Don't you, any of you, worry yourselves about that. I'll do all that." And then he would take off his coat, and begin. He would send the girl out for six penny worth of nails, and then one of the boys after her to tell her what size to get; and, from that, he would gradually work down, and start the whole house. "Now you go and get me my hammer, Will," he would shout; "and you bring me the rule, Tom; and I shall want the step-ladder, and I had better have a kitchen-chair, too; and, Jim! You run round to Mr. Goggles, and tell him, 'Pa's kind regards, and hopes his leg's be...
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My Financial Career by Stephen Leacock

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My Financial Career  by Stephen Leacock When  I go into a bank I get rattled. The clerks rattle me; the wickets rattle me; the sight of the money rattles me; everything rattles me.  The moment I cross the  threshold of a bank and attempt to transact business there, I become an irresponsible idiot.  I knew this beforehand, but my salary had been raised to fifty dollars a month and I felt that the bank was the only place for it.  So I shambled in and looked timidly round at the clerks. I had an idea that a person about to open an account must consult the manager. I went up to a wicket marked 'Accountant'. The accountant was a tall, cool  devil.  The very sight of him rattled me. My voice was sepulchral.  'Can I see the manager?' I said, and added solemnly, 'alone'. I don't know why I said 'alone',  'Certainly,' said the accountant and fetched him.  The manager was a grave, calm man. I held my fifty-six dollars clutched in a crumpled b...
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The Express by Stephen Spender

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The Express by Stephen Spender A fter the first powerful plain manifesto  ............................................................... ............................................................. Breaking with honey buds, shall ever equal Due to copyright reasons the poem is not published. Please read the poem in your text book. Keep a copy of the poem when you read the poem source -  English Language and Communication Skills BA III year printed by Hindi Granth Academy Madhya Pradesh Line by line Paraphrase of The Express by Stephen Spender Line 1. After making its first strong and clear announcement of movement, Line 2. The engine’s pistons make their powerful mechanical sound; Line 3. Then, smoothly and without effort, the train quietly leaves the station. Line 4. Without any gesture or politeness, and with calm confidence, Line 5. The train moves past the small houses that stand modestly by the tracks, Line 6. Past the gasworks, and then past the cemetery, Line 7. Where...
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