My Dream World

Note: Attempt any two of the following questions: 7.5x2= 15 Paper III (Indian Writings in English) 1. Discuss R.N. Tagore as a poet. 2. Give a summary of Wings of Fire by Kalam. 3. Discuss Badal Sircar as a playwright. 4. Discuss Anita Desai as a novelist. 5. Give a character sketch of Savitri. 6. Sketch the character of Maya of Cry, the Peacock. *********

  Note: Attempt any two of the following questions: 7.5x2= 15 Paper II (Drama) 1. Sketch the character of Shakuntala. 2. Discuss Hamlet’s madness. 3. Discuss Twelfth Night as a romantic comedy. 4. Sketch the character of Viola. 5. 'Dr. Faustus reflects the spirit of renaissance’. Discuss. ********

  Then let not winter's ragged hand deface (Sonnet VI) is an artistic sonnet by William Shakespeare. It is as follows: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed. That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan; That's for thy self to breed another thee, Or ten times happier, be it ten for one; Ten times thy self were happier than thou art, If ten of thine ten times refigured thee: Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart, Leaving thee living in posterity? Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

 ' Those hours, that with gentle work did frame' is a fantastic sonnet by William Shakespeare. It is sonnet no. 5. It is as follows: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair which fairly doth excel; For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter, and confounds him there; Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where: Then were not summer's distillation left, A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was: But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet, Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

 'Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend' is a beautiful sonnet by William Shakespeare. It is sonnet no. IV. The complete sonnet is as follows: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free: Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse The bounteous largess given thee to give? Profitless usurer, why dost thou use So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? For having traffic with thy self alone, Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive: Then how when nature calls thee to be gone, What acceptable audit canst thou leave? Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee, Which, used, lives th' executor to be.

'Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest' is the 3rd sonnet by William Shakespeare. The complete sonnet is as follows: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time. But if thou live, remembered not to be, Die single and thine image dies with thee.