Question

Write any of the poem in which nature is compared to anything and in that it should be personified .

write the Name of the poem alone then say what nature is compared to in that poem . and what i asked in pic

Answer 1

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POEM : THE REAL BEAUTY OF NATURE.

I love the sound of birds
so early in the morn,
I like the sound of puppies soon after they are born.

I love the smell of flowers
and the taste of honey from bees.
I love the sound the wind makes when it’s blowing through the trees.

I love the way the sky looks on a bright and sunny day,
and even when it’s rainy, I love the shades of gray.

I love the smell of the ocean, the sound of waves upon the sand,
I love the feel of seashells and how they look in my hand.

And when the sun is gone, I love the moon that shines so bright,
I love the sounds of crickets and other creatures of the night.

The nature is the peaceful night
Which makes the day bright


So when I lay me down to sleep, I thank the Lord above,
For all the things of nature and more, all the things I love.






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Q. WHAT ARE THE THINGS TO WHICH NATURE IS COMPARED?

A. In the above poem, Nature is compared to the peaceful night which makes the next day bright.
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Answer 2

Hey friend here is your answer.......

Answer :-

The Name of the poem is.

" Lines Written in Early Spring ".

I heard a thousand blended notes

While in a grove i sat reclined ,

In that sweet mode when pleasant thoughts

Bring sad thoughts to the mind .

To her fair works did Nature link

The human soul that through me run ;

And much it grieved my heart to think

What man has made of Man .

Through primrose tufts , in that sweet bower ,

The periwinkle trailed it's 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 breeze air ;

And I must think, do all I can ,

That there was pleasure there .

If this belief from heaven be sent,

If such be Nature's holy plan,

Have i not reason to lament

What man has made of Man ?
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The Poet personifies nature by giving it a human shape and a plan for life .


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