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come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley,
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorp, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
Given above are three stanzas from a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson. The poem
speaks about the journey of a river from its point of origin to its final destination
where it merges into a big river. Imagine yourself to be c river and write the story
of your life starting from a spring in a mountain to foothills, then plains and finally
into a big river​

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Answered by Sungirl
4

Answer:

I flows by them quietly and smoothly. Human beings are a source of support and help for others. They preserve life.I too supports life. It has 'trouts' and 'grayling in its water. The river is full of images that come alive through skillful use of words. One image is that the river(I) is flowing rapidly through hills and valleys, under the bridges and by the villages. The second image is that of zig-zag movement of the river. I moves on carrying the blossoms or foam on its waves. We can see 'trouts' and "graylings' gliding in its water. Just like the journey of the river(I) the human beings have to face many ups and downs before they are finally successful. The message of the river is that one should not give up, one should overcome difficulties and keep on moving, happily till the target is achieved. Man is mortal while the I goes on for ever.

Answered by AdityaMengar
1

Answer:

e from haunts of coot and hern,

I make a sudden sally,

And sparkle out among the fern,

To bicker down a valley,

By thirty hills I hurry down,

Or slip between the ridges,

By twenty thorp, a little town,

And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on forever.

Given above are three stanzas from a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson. The poem

speaks about the journey of a river from its point of origin to its final destination

where it merges into a big river. Imagine yourself to be c river and write the story

of your life starting from a spring in a mountain to foothills, then plains and finally

into a big river

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