THE SCHOOL BOY
THE SCHOOL BOY, Unite-5, Lesson -3,
William Blake
I love to rise in a summer,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me;
O what sweet company
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻā§āĻ°ā§āĻˇā§āĻŽā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻāĻžāĻ˛ā§ āĻāĻžāĻāĻ¤ā§ āĻāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻŋ,
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āĻĻā§āĻ°ā§āĻ° āĻļāĻŋāĻāĻžāĻ°ā§ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻŦāĻžāĻļāĻŋ āĻŦāĻžāĻāĻžā§,
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻ°āĻ¤ āĻĒāĻžāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻ¸āĻā§āĻā§ āĻāĻžāĻ¨ āĻāĻžā§:
āĻ āĻāĻŋ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻā§āĻ!
But to go to school in a summer morn,
O it drives all joy away!
Under the cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.
āĻāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§ āĻā§āĻ°ā§āĻˇā§āĻŽā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻāĻžāĻ˛ā§ āĻ¸ā§āĻā§āĻ˛ā§ āĻ¯āĻžā§āĻā§āĻž
āĻāĻš, āĻ¸āĻŦ āĻāĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻ¤āĻžā§āĻŋā§ā§ āĻĻā§ā§
āĻ¨āĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ ā§āĻ° āĻā§āĻā§āĻ° āĻļāĻžāĻ¸āĻ¨ āĻāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻ¤ āĻšā§ā§,
āĻā§āĻā§āĻ āĻŦāĻžāĻ˛āĻāĻāĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨ āĻāĻžāĻāĻžā§
āĻĻā§āĻāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸ āĻ āĻšāĻ¤āĻžāĻ¸āĻžā§āĨ¤āĻ°ā§
Ah then at times I dropping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I Take delight,
Nor sit in learningâs bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.
āĻāĻš āĻ¤āĻāĻ¨ āĻāĻāĻ¨ā§āĻž āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻ¤ āĻšāĻ¯ā§ āĻŦāĻ¸ā§ āĻĒā§āĻŋā§
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻ āĻāĻĻā§āĻŦāĻŋāĻā§āĻ¨ āĻāĻ¨ā§āĻāĻž āĻāĻžāĻāĻžāĻ,
āĻ¨āĻž āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻ° āĻŦāĻāĻ¤ā§ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻĒāĻžāĻ,
āĻ¨āĻž āĻĒā§āĻžāĻ° āĻāĻā§āĻˇā§ āĻŦāĻ¸ā§,
āĻŦāĻŋāĻˇāĻžāĻĻ āĻŦāĻˇāĻ¨ā§ āĻāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻ¤ āĻšā§ā§ āĻ¯āĻžāĻāĨ¤
How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annony,
But Drop his tender wings,
And forget youthful spring.
āĻāĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§āĻ° āĻāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻāĻ¨ā§āĻŽ āĻ¨ā§ā§āĻž āĻĒāĻžāĻāĻŋāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŋāĻāĻžāĻŦā§
āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§ āĻāĻžāĻāĻžāĻ° āĻāĻŋāĻ¤āĻ° āĻŦāĻ¸ā§ āĻĨāĻžāĻāĻ¤ā§ āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻžāĻ¨ āĻāĻžāĻāĻ¤ā§?
āĻāĻŋāĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻļāĻŋāĻļā§ āĻ¯āĻāĻ¨ āĻā§ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ°āĻā§āĻ¤ āĻāĻ°ā§,
āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻāĻāĻŋ āĻĄāĻžāĻ¨āĻž āĻā§āĻāĻŋā§ā§ āĻ°āĻžāĻāĻ¤ā§āĨ¤
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻā§āĻ˛ā§ āĻ¯ā§āĻ¤ā§ āĻ¤āĻžāĻ° āĻ¸āĻŦā§āĻāĻĻā§āĻĒā§āĻ¤ āĻŦāĻ¸āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĨ¤
O father and mother if buds are nipped
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and careâs dismay,
āĻāĻš, āĻĒāĻŋāĻ¤āĻž āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻŽāĻžāĻ¤āĻž āĻ¯āĻĻāĻŋ āĻā§ā§āĻŋāĻā§āĻ˛ā§ āĻ¨āĻˇā§āĻ āĻāĻ°āĻž āĻšā§
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĢā§āĻ˛ āĻ¸āĻŦ āĻā§āĻŋā§ā§ āĻ¨ā§ā§āĻž āĻšā§,
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻžāĻ°āĻžāĻā§āĻ˛ā§ āĻāĻĒā§ā§ āĻĢā§āĻ˛āĻž āĻšā§
āĻŦāĻ¸āĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨ā§ āĻ¤āĻžāĻĻā§āĻ° āĻāĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻŦā§āĻ˛āĻžā§,
āĻĻā§:āĻ āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻ¯āĻ¤ā§āĻ¨ā§āĻ° āĻ āĻŦāĻšā§āĻ˛āĻžā§,
How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
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āĻ āĻĨāĻŦāĻž āĻā§āĻ°ā§āĻˇā§āĻŽā§ āĻĢāĻ˛ āĻāĻ¸āĻŦā§?
āĻ āĻĨāĻŦāĻž āĻāĻŋāĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻāĻŽāĻ°āĻž āĻĒāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻ¯āĻž āĻĻā§:āĻ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¨āĻžāĻ¸ āĻāĻ°ā§,
āĻ āĻĨāĻŦāĻž āĻ¸āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āĻ§ āĻŦāĻāĻ°āĻā§ āĻāĻ°ā§āĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāĻĻāĻĒā§āĻˇā§āĻ āĻāĻ°ā§,
āĻ¯āĻāĻ¨ āĻļā§āĻ¤ā§āĻ° āĻāĻāĻžāĻ¤ āĻāĻ¸āĻŦā§?
Theme: The theme of the poem is the inborn feelings of oneness with nature. Another important theme of the poem is the negative sides of formal learning. The speaker of the poem is a young boy who’s at school in the summer. He can’t focus in class because he wants so badly to play outside and enjoy the weather; he feels like a songbird trapped in a cage. Towards the poem’s end, the boy wonders how children can grow and thrive if they are not allowed to enjoy the summer.
Or,
The poem thus, is critical of formal education that drives away the joy of children. They lose their freedom and creativity. The growth of a child in the company of nature without the fears of authoritative learning approaches is stressed through this poem. One wonders if the ideology of the poet holds practical in the modern context owing to the pressures of academic success. But, the concerns expressed by the poet are universal.