Spring: William Wordsworth

I heard a thousand blended notes,

While in a grove I sat reclined,

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts 

Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,

The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;

And 'tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,

Their thoughts I cannot measure :-

But the least motion which they made,

It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,

To catch the breezy air;

And I must think, do all I can,

That there was pleasure there.

Summary: The poem 'Spring' is an exciting creation of the greatest English poet William Wordsworth in which he describes the beauties of spring. He says that spring is such a season which has always represented a period of rebirth in nature. He says that spring is a season of beauty. It is also called the queen of the season. In spring, all the flowers are blooming and the birds are singing. Everything is enjoying the beauty and peace of spring except the poet. He is so sad. He is feeling sorry by seeing the charming nature around him. He knows the spring is a matter of few days. After few days, the spring will go away and he will not be able to stop it. But the poet is still satisfied by seeing the nature, by seeing the birds hopping and playing. He could hear the chattering of the birds but couldn't understand what they were saying. He was happy by seeing the buds catching the breezy air of spring. With them, the poet wants to forget his sadness. He enjoys the spring which has bought peace and happiness.

Leisure: William Davies

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

Summary: In this poem, ‘Leisure’, the poet William Davies is telling us about our hectic life. We have no time to admire the nature around us. Even we cannot spare a few moments to stand under the branches of green trees and enjoy the beautiful and restful shades of the trees. The common animals like sheep and cows are better than us in enjoying life. We cannot look at them grazing in the pastures. When we pass through some forests, we do not have time to stop for some moments to look at the trees-tall and short, and enjoy their natural beauty. The dark green trees provide a soothing effect but we are always sick-hurried and cannot enjoy at least the simple beauty. Also we cannot look at the small animals like squirrels concealing their food-grain in the grass for the winter. During day time, when the rays of the sun fall upon the clear water of the rivers, the water reflects and shines like stars in the sky during night. But busy people do not have time to see this. The natural beauty scattered all around us. Natural beauty is personified as a young beautiful dancing girl having a smiling face. But we have no time to stand at a place and look carefully at nature that can refresh us. As human beings, we should spare some moments and look at nature and natural beauty spread around us and enjoy life.

The Worm: Thomas Gisborne

Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside,

Nor crush that helpless worm;

The frame thy wayward looks deride

Required a God to form.

The common lord of all that move,

From whom thy being flow'd,

A portion of that boundless love

On that poor worm bestowed.

The sun, the moon, the stars, He made

For all his creatures free;

And spread o'er earth the grassy blade,

For worms as well as thee.

Let them enjoy their little day,

Their humble bliss receive;

O! do not lightly take away

The life thou can not give.

Summary: ‘The Worm,’ written by a famous poet named Thomas Gisborne. In this poem, the worms played very important role. The poet of this poem said us that we usually don't care about the insects. Sometimes, knowingly or unknowingly we kill those tiny creatures. Especially when we are in hurry, we don't care on what we are stepping. Mistakenly, we might kill some insects. For this, the poet urged us not to stamp those small, neglected and helpless creatures like worms through our uncontrolled movements. The poet also said that, the Lord Who created us has also created the tiny creatures. The way our Lord loves us, in the same way He loves His other creatures. If we kill those tiny creatures, Allah will surely get hurt. To show Allah's affection and boundless love towards His creatures, He created the sun, the moon and the stars for their comforts. When we kill those creatures, we don't have any right to take their life as we cannot give them back their life. These creatures only get few days to live. So, we should let then enjoy their lives and should give them freedom so that they can enjoy their lives like the way we are enjoying.