Question

Q. 4 Read the following poem and write an appreciation of it with the help of the glven
pointa in a paragraph format
(Marics:5)
If I were Lord of Tartary,
If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself and me alone,
I'd wear a robe of beads,
My bed should be of ivory,
White, and gold, and green they'd be-
Of beaten gold my throne,
And clustered thick as seeds,
And in my court should peacocks
flaunt,
And ere should wane the moming star
rd don my robe and scimitar,
And in my forests tigers haunt
And in my poois great fishes slant
And zebras seven should draw my car
Through Tartary's dark glades
Their fins athwart the sun
Lord of the fruits of Tartary,
If I were Lord of Tartary,
Her rivers silver pale!
Trumpeters every day
To every meal would summon me,
Lord of the hills of Tartary.
Glen, thicket, wood, and dale!
And in my courtyard bray.
And in the evening lamps would shine,
Yellow as honey, red as wine,
Her flashing stars, her scented breeze,
Her trembling lake like foamless seas,
Her bird-delighting citron-trees
While harp, and flute, and mandoline,
Made music sweet and gay
In every purple vale!
1) The title of the poem and name of the poet
2) Theme and tone
3) Rhyme
Rhythm
4) Figure of speech
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Answer 1

Explanation:

If I were Lord of Tartary,

Myself, and me alone,

My bed should be of ivory,

Of beaten gold my throne;

And in my court should peacocks flaunt,

And in my forests tigers haunt,

And in my pools great fishes slant

Their fins athwart the sun.

If I were Lord of Tartary,

Trumpeters every day

To all my meals should summon me,

And in my courtyards bray;

And in the evening lamps should shine,

Yellow as honey, red as wine,

While harp, and flute, and mandoline

Made music sweet and gay.

If I were Lord of Tartary,

I’d wear a robe of beads,

White, and gold, and green they’d be —

And small and thick as seeds;

And ere should wane the morning star,

I’d don my robe and scimitar.

And zebras seven should draw my car

Through Tartary’s dark glades.

Lord of the fruits of Tartary.

Her rivers silver-pale!

Lord of the hills of Tartary.

Glen, thicket, wood, and dale!

Her flashing stars, her scented breeze,

Her trembling lakes, like foamless seas,

Her bird-delighting citron-trees,

In every purple vale!

Meanings:

lord: a man of high office; a nobleman

ivory: a hard yellowish white part that forms the tusk of animals like the elephant and rhino.

flaunt: to show off

haunt: to scare away someone

athwart: to move from one side to another

trumpeters: people playing the trumpets

summon: call