ERC - Previously Asked - Repeated - Standard 12(XII) - Poem - Full Portion - Samacheer Kalvi

Previously Asked ERC Lines 

S.No.	Quote / Line from Poem
1	Mayst thou be numbered when my days are done With deathless trees - like those in Borrowdale
2	Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation.
3	How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
4	Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
5	Our only enemy was gold
6	The wizened warder let them through.
7	Dear is the Casuarina to my soul;
8	Thy form, O Tree, as in my happy prime I saw thee, in my own loved native clime.
9	We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven;
10	What is that dirge-like murmur that I hear
11	To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart’s desire, Perched him!’
12	I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees:
13	How can this shameful tale be told?
14	O sweet companions, loved with love intense, For your sakes, shall the tree be ever dear.
15	For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
16	May Love defend thee from oblivion’s curse.
17	I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart
18	‘I’m killed, Sire!’ And, his Chief beside, Smiling, the boy fell dead.
19	To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
20	They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts,
21	Yet learning something out of every folly hoping to repeat none of the cheap follies
22	He works his work, I mine.
23	....you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
24	Unto thy honor, Tree, beloved of those Who now in blessed sleep for aye repose,
25	It is the tree’s lament, an eerie speech,…
26	The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.
27	I will maintain until my death
28	It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
29	LIKE a huge Python, winding round and round The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars,
30	This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle, -
31	And guide him among sudden betrayals And tighten him for slack moments.
32	Brutes have been gentled where lashes failed.
33	To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield
34	He will be lonely enough to have time for the work
35	They seemed no threat to us at all.
36	Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect
37	gray baboon sits statue-like alone Watching the sunrise; while on lower boughs
38	Yet learning something out of every folly Hoping to repeat none of the cheap follies
39	It is the tree’s lament, an eerie speech,
40	And one man in his time plays many parts,
41	Without rich wanting nothing arrives.
42	Life is hard; be steel; be a rock
43	When first my casement is wide open thrown At dawn, my eyes delighted on it rest;
44	On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day;
45	The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
46	Our captain was brave and we were true
47	With our arms and provender, load on load,
48	With one sweet song that seems to have no close,
49	I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race,