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The Phrase I like Most...

The poorest thing in me is My Heart...working continuously without any break all these years ...with out any rest... I am sorry my heart... I could not meet your needs many times and I only took lot of work from you.. I made you to work for me  in the hardest times...But still you trusted me..soothened me whenever I am in the deepest trouble... Its My duty to take care of you... but dont know how much I can do... Sorry if I fail to do so... But I really Love You ...I know You are tired working for me and your speed has come down... but dont worry, will be with you till I am fit to Take care of You....Be with me always...

One of the The English song I Like

This is the story of El Lute
A man who was born to be hunted like a wild animal
Because he was poor
But he refused to accept his fate
And today his honor has been restored
He was only nineteen
When was sentenced to die
For something that somebody else did
And blamed on El Lute
Then they changed it to life
And so he could escape
From then only chased him
And searched for him day and night
All over Spain
But the search was in vain
For El Lute
He had only seen the dark side of life
The man they called El Lute
And he wanted a home
Just like you and like me
In a country where all would be free
Though he taught himself
To read and to write
It didn't help El Lute
He was one who had dared to escape overnight
They had to find
El Lute
Soon the fame of his tale
Spread like wild fire
All over the land
Were the prize on his head
People still gave him bread
And they gave him a hand
For they knew he was right
And his fight was their fight
No one gave you a chance
In the Spain of those days
On was every place
They had put up the face of El Lute
And he robbed where he could
Just like once Robin Hood
They finally caught him
And that seemed the end
But they caught him in vain
Cause a change came for Spain
And El Lute
He had only seen the dark side of life
And then freedom really came to his land
And also to El Lute
Now he walks in the line
Of a sunny new day
The man they call El Lute


Lochinvar- My Favorite Poem  during my School Days..which I like a lot

O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,
Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all:
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
"O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"—

"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied;—
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide—
And now am I come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."

The bride kiss'd the goblet; the knight took it up,
He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,—
"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whisper'd, " 'Twere better by far
To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting ’mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;
Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?


Short Summary of “Lochinvar” by Sir Walter Scott

The opening interjection “Oh!” in the poem is to introduce the dashing Lochinvar who is a promising knight of the highlands. His coming from the west is a metaphor which resembles for him of being like sun. He came unarmed riding on his horse through the wide border and throughout this special journey he carried no weapons and rode all by himself. He is faithful to his love and fearless at the same time. He is known for being gallant and dauntless in every war he fought for the country. He is so valiant that no obstacle or hardship could save him from reaching the desired goal. He swam across the Eske River even though the river had no shallow part where it was being crossed by some stream. It was a deep river that he crossed bravely and without any fear.

As he reached the Netherby gate and alighted himself on the horse, the bride Ellen had framed her personal opinion for him as a gallant who had arrived late and was straggler and fought cowardly and disgracefully in the war of love for the bride. He was to take the fair Ellen’s hand in marriage. He entered the Netherby Hall so boldly even at the presence of the bride’s men and kinsmen, her brothers and all her relatives.

The poor craven bridegroom never said a word. The bride’s father stood up, with his hand gripping his sword, spoke up and asked Lochinvar whether he came here in peace or with an intention of war, or to dance at their bridal.

 

“Life ... is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”