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We remember this character don't we? Day is ended, dim my eyes, but journey long before me lies.  Farewell, friends! I hear the call. The ship’s beside the stony wall.  Foam is white and waves are grey; beyond the sunset leads my way.  Foam is salt, the wind is free; I hear the rising of the Sea. Farewell, friends! The sails are set, the wind is east, the moorings fret. Shadows long before me lie, beneath the ever-bending sky,  but islands lie behind the Sun  that I shall raise ere all is done;  lands there are to west of West,  where night is quiet and sleep is rest. Guided by the Lonely Star.  beyond the utmost harbour-bar, I’ll find the havens fair and free. and beaches of the Starlit Sea.  Ship, my ship! I seek the West,  and fields and mountains ever blest. Farewell to Middle-earth at last,  I see the Star above your mast!

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. William Henry Davies

For the love of the language Hindi, a tribute to a great proponent  BHAGWATI CHARAN VERMA Introduction to the poet Bhagwati Charan Verma  (30 August 1903 – 5 October 1981), was one of the leading writers in  Hindi . He wrote many novels, his best work was  Chitralekha  (1934), which was made into two successful Hindi films, 1941 and 1964.  He was awarded  Sahitya Akademi Award  for his epic five-part novel,  Bhoole Bisre Chitra  in 1961   and  Padma Bhushan  in 1971.  He was also nominated to  Rajya Sabha, the upper house of Indian Parliament  in 1978. Now the poem: हम दीवानों की क्या हस्ती, आज यहाँ कल वहाँ चले मस्ती का आलम साथ चला, हम धूल उड़ाते जहाँ चले आए बनकर उल्लास कभी, आँसू बनकर बह चले अभी सब कहते ही रह गए, अरे तुम कैसे आए, कहाँ चले किस ओर चले? मत ये पूछो, बस चलना है इसलिए चले जग से उसका कुछ लिए चले, जग को अपना कुछ दिए चले दो बात कहीं, दो बात सुनी, कुछ ...

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;                          But O heart! heart! heart!                             O the bleeding drops of red,                                Where on the deck my Captain lies,                             ...

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,  Old Time is still a-flying;  And this same flower that smiles today  Tomorrow will be dying.  The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,  The higher he’s a-getting,  The sooner will his race be run,  And nearer he’s to setting.  That age is best which is the first,  When youth and blood are warmer;  But being spent, the worse, and worst  Times still succeed the former.  Then be not coy, but use your time,  And while ye may, go marry;  For having lost but once your prime,  You may forever tarry. About the Poet Robert Herrick (24 August 1591 – buried 15 October 1674) was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is best known for  Hesperides , a book of poems.