Prepare a review of the poem the toys
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Coventry Patmore was a British poet and articles writer who had a deep concern for religion. Through his poems, he reacted to the spiritual degeneration of his times. His poem Toys gives a graphic picture of the sorrows of childhood and the fatherly relationship of God to man.
The poet's motherless child spoke and behaved like grown-up people, which the poet disliked. For disobeying him for the seventh time, the poet beat him and sent him to bed without the usual kisses. He ought to have been more tolerant towards the motherless child. Fearing grief should hinder the child's sleep, he visited his bed to find him in deep slumber. His darkened eyelids and wet eye lashes were proof that he had been sobbing for a long time. The poet felt remorse for his act of unkindness. He kissed away his son's tears while he himself wept, for he could see what gave comfort to the child in his grief, in his place. They were his toys arranged neatly on a table beside his bed. They were simple but enough to comfort him- a box of counters, a red-veined stone, a piece of glass abraded by the beach, six or seven shells, a bottle with blue bells and two French copper coins. True, it is everyone's childhood. One will wonder why the modern so-called poets can't create poetry of such pure emotions.
Just as the poet punishes the child for some puny misdoings, God can certainly punish the poet for his multitude of wrongs but He does not do it. He forgives instead. That is the fatherly goodness of God to man. Once he has wept as a child, God's tenderness and kindness is dawns on his mind. The poet repents that he had never been as good a father to his child as God has been to him. Man has been moulded by God from the clay, even then he has not understood the goodness of God. When man at last lies with tranced breath in his death bed not troubling God anymore, He still does not wish to punish him. Such good is God. So when that night the poet wept and prayed, he prayed God to leave aside His anger and forgive him for his childishness.
The poet's motherless child spoke and behaved like grown-up people, which the poet disliked. For disobeying him for the seventh time, the poet beat him and sent him to bed without the usual kisses. He ought to have been more tolerant towards the motherless child. Fearing grief should hinder the child's sleep, he visited his bed to find him in deep slumber. His darkened eyelids and wet eye lashes were proof that he had been sobbing for a long time. The poet felt remorse for his act of unkindness. He kissed away his son's tears while he himself wept, for he could see what gave comfort to the child in his grief, in his place. They were his toys arranged neatly on a table beside his bed. They were simple but enough to comfort him- a box of counters, a red-veined stone, a piece of glass abraded by the beach, six or seven shells, a bottle with blue bells and two French copper coins. True, it is everyone's childhood. One will wonder why the modern so-called poets can't create poetry of such pure emotions.
Just as the poet punishes the child for some puny misdoings, God can certainly punish the poet for his multitude of wrongs but He does not do it. He forgives instead. That is the fatherly goodness of God to man. Once he has wept as a child, God's tenderness and kindness is dawns on his mind. The poet repents that he had never been as good a father to his child as God has been to him. Man has been moulded by God from the clay, even then he has not understood the goodness of God. When man at last lies with tranced breath in his death bed not troubling God anymore, He still does not wish to punish him. Such good is God. So when that night the poet wept and prayed, he prayed God to leave aside His anger and forgive him for his childishness.
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hey i dont no wht u mean but here's a poem ..
the plastic army men are always green.
they're caught in an awkward poses,
one arm outstretched as if into fire,
legs parted and forever stuck on swiggle
of support,as rigid and green as the boots
i no this sounds stupid..
but i gave u some examples hope u like them...
the plastic army men are always green.
they're caught in an awkward poses,
one arm outstretched as if into fire,
legs parted and forever stuck on swiggle
of support,as rigid and green as the boots
i no this sounds stupid..
but i gave u some examples hope u like them...
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