John Milton poem । Lycidas postoral Elegy । TGT, PGT । 2024 - 25 । скачать в хорошем качестве

John Milton poem । Lycidas postoral Elegy । TGT, PGT । 2024 - 25 ।

John Milton poem । Lycidas postoral Elegy । TGT, PGT । 2024 - 25 । #english #tgtpgt #poetry #englishliterature #2024 #2025 Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more फिर से, हे लॉरेल के वृक्ष, और एक बार फिर। Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, हे भूरे रंग के मर्टल वृक्ष, और वह आइवी जो कभी मुरझाती नहीं। I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, मैं तुम्हारे कड़वे और अधपके फल तोड़ने आया हूँ। And with forc'd fingers rude और अपने जबरन और असभ्य हाथों से। Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. अपनी पत्तियों को बिखेर दो साल के मधुर समय से पहले। Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear कटु बाध्यता और दुखद अवसर प्रिय। Compels me to disturb your season due; मुझे मजबूर करती है तुम्हारे समय को बाधित करने के लिए। For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, …….. he knew वह जानता था। Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his wat'ry bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. For we were nurs'd upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill; Together both, ere the high lawns appear’d Under the opening eyelids of the morn, But O the heavy change now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return! Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? ….. Had ye bin there'—for what could that have done? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th'abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise," Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears; "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil