the poet has realistically drawn a parralism between the journey of the brook with the life of a man... the poet says as in the childhood the a child is very agile, energetic and lively , like that only the brook in the beginning stage of its life is very powerful, enhancing and it keeps on flowing with a great rush and enthusiasm through out its life .it falls from great heights and menders around the wavy path, and when it approaches on plain it becomes very slow and continues to flow eternally .like the brook a man toward the end of his life he becomes slow in his moves and ultimately meets the horns of death and the brook also emerges with its final destination but it never ends to flow.
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
It is about A brook in the modern city (duh). Over time, the brook is not needed anymore, so the people of the city transform it into a sewer under the streets. In the last 4 lines, Frost says that the people of the city didn't even know the brook was there. Even if they did, they wouldn't care. now the brook is just waiting in the dark until it can run free again. This poem shows the destruction of nature, and old ways by industrial revolutions. In the beginning, it tells how the person used to play with the brook by dipping his finger, and flowers in to try the current. Now the meadow nearby has been killed bu new pavement, and though the farmhouse is still there, it is now crossed with roads and city. Hope this helped.
the brook finally meets the brimming river in philip's farm
it is very bad thath he can travel the whole brook
it is very boring ok bye than catch u later
metaphor is a comparing word
It was a right time for him
the Poem is a narrative description of the brook. It is personified in a breathtaking scramble of words. It gives us a detailed revalation about the Brooks life and journey. It is an autobiography of the brook
'I' in the poem the brook refers to 'the brook' which is a body of water.
Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote the poem 'Brook'.
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The poem The Journey of the Magi was written by T. S. Eliot and published in 1927
the Poem is a narrative description of the brook. It is personified in a breathtaking scramble of words. It gives us a detailed revalation about the Brooks life and journey. It is an autobiography of the brook
Yes: All around - the journey of a riverIts very simple, and made parallel to the brook's idea.
'I' in the poem the brook refers to 'the brook' which is a body of water.
The poem "A Brook" serves as a metaphor for life and the flow of time. Just as a brook sustains life by providing water to plants and animals, the poem reflects the idea of continuous renewal and change in our journey through life. It symbolizes the interconnectedness of all living beings and the importance of embracing the natural rhythm of existence.
Yes: All around - the journey of a riverIts very simple, and made parallel to the brook's idea.
Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote the poem 'Brook'.
no the brook has no imagery
this poem shows the journey of the river brook. It started its journey from the place which is most visited by the birds like coot and hern. it suddenly flowed down the valley with a lot of noise.It flows quickly from the valley.it also crossed 30 small villages ,a little town and 50 bridges.it finally met the brimming river at Phillips farm
An autobiography of a brook is a story written from the perspective of the brook itself, detailing its journey from its source to its eventual merging with a larger body of water. It describes the obstacles it faces, the landscapes it traverses, and the impact it has on the surrounding environment. It often personifies the brook, giving it human-like qualities to convey its experiences and emotions.
no
they goes to england
The poem "The Brook" by Alfred Lord Tennyson reflects the persistent and eternal nature of the brook as it flows continuously through different landscapes. The conclusion drawn from the poem is that life is a continuous journey, ever-changing yet constant, echoing the flow of the brook.