Second Year :The Birthmark by Nathaniel Hawthorne
The Birthmark by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Second Year : Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Assignment 2
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NOTE: For the following students: M.T Haseeba A.S.F Sharmila H. F Fazna Do not select the poems that you have already taken for your first assignment. Name Topics M.T Haseeba 1. 1. Influence of westernization in the play Lion the Jewel. 2. Appreciation of the poem Fisherman Mourned by His Wife K. Rawathy 1. Influence of westernization in the play Lion the Jewel. 2. Appreciation of the poem Background Casually. A.S.F Sharmila 1. Influence of westernization in the play Lion the Jewel. 2. Appreciation of the poem Night of the Scorpion. M.K.A Siddeeka 1. Appreciation of the poem Telephone Conversation. 2. Influence of westernization in the p...
Assignment 1 Topics: Do submit four poems before 29.01.2013
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Name Topics M.T Haseeba 1.My grandmother’s house 2.Night of scorpion 3 .The fisherman mourned by his wife. K. Rawathy 1.Night of the scorpion 2.Nani 3.An Introduction 4.My Grandmother s house. A.S.F Sharmila 1.Night of scorpion 2.The fisherman mourned by his wife. M.K.A Siddeeka 1.My grandmother’s house 2.Night of scorpion 3.Nani M.T Habsa 1.Nani 2.My grandmother’s house. H. F Fazna 1.Night of scorpion. Don't select the following poems for your next assignment.
Third Year Students’ Appreciation for the following poems
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Smell of Nature Blackened minds, Hardened hearts Thickened Sweetness, weakened affection All got healed At the moment breeze pressed Its lips on my chest … All got healed When the second dews swung On the eyelashes of my iced eyes All got healed When the time streams melodized Nearer to the ears of my wearied heart Whiteness of love, purity of mercy, Revolve the minute since I smelled the nature. - A.R. Rilmiyas The Isolated Heart My innocent conscience ever feels Putting the heart aside and Not to be disturbed by the sounds… Oh yeah the heart is hers…. The fated memories she ever gave Is the sweetest moment I ever have…. Seclusion is my companion that never hurts All around me surrounds with suffer Deluding her dead images to my deaf life…. She perished me and vanished my love Still my poor heart pours its blood to color her sprit…. All I want goes nothing but a ...