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      <title>The Ballad of Dead Friend  by Anil Bhusal</title>
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         <title>What makes true friend? </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Sharing happiness and sorrows each other make true friends.</p>]]></description>
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         <title>The Ballad of a Dead Friend</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>As we the withered (dried-up, dead) ferns<br>By the roadway lying,<br>Time, the jester (clown-like trickster), spurns (rejects mockingly)<br>All our prayers and prying— (snooping, intrusive questioning)<br>All our tears and sighing,<br>Sorrow, change, and woe— (deep sadness)<br>All our where-and-why-ing (endless questioning)<br>For friends that come and go.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-04 11:24:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>Life awakes and burns,<br>Age and death defying (resisting),<br>Till at last it learns<br>All but Love is dying;<br>Love’s the trade were plying (persistently practicing),<br>God has willed it so;<br>Shrouds (burial cloths) are what we’re buying<br>For friends that come and go.</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-04 11:25:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>Man forever yearns (longs)<br>For the thing that’s flying.<br>Everywhere he turns,<br>Men to dust are drying, —<br>Dust that wanders, eying (staring)<br>(With eyes that hardly glow)<br>New faces, dimly spying (secretly watching)<br>For friends that come and go.</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-04 11:25:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Key Themes Simplified</title>
         <author>anilbhusal</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Time as a "jester": Time is portrayed as a cruel trickster who ignores human grief.</p><p><br/></p><p>Shrouds: Symbols of death, showing how even friendships end.</p><p><br/></p><p>"All but Love is dying": Only love survives time’s destruction.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Men to dust are drying": People fade away like dust, but love remains.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-04 11:26:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-04 11:45:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Theme in a paragraph </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>The poem talks about how <strong>time</strong> and <strong>loss</strong> affect our lives. It says that time is like a playful trickster who ignores our sadness and questions when friends leave or change. Even though life feels strong and lively at first, everything—like people, joy, and friendships—fades away over time, just like dried-up plants or dust. But the poem also gives hope: <strong>love</strong> is the one thing that never dies. While friends "come and go" and people turn to "dust," love stays strong, defying death and sadness. It reminds us that while goodbyes and endings are part of life, love is eternal.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-04 11:49:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>The poem is about how <strong>life changes</strong> and how people and friendships don’t last forever. Time acts like a mean joker who doesn’t care when we cry or ask why friends leave us. Even though life feels bright and powerful at first, everything—people, happiness, memories—slowly fades away, just like old flowers turning to dust. But there’s good news: <strong>love</strong> is stronger than time or death. While people disappear and friends drift apart, love stays alive forever. The poem teaches us that even in a world full of goodbyes, love is the one thing we can always hold onto.</p><p><br></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-04 11:51:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-04 11:56:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>1.Other true friendship can be based on mutal respectempathy and understanding</title>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-06 03:34:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ballade of the death friend </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p> The theme of this poem is that even though the friend leaves us in any situation but his memories his gesture behavior joyfulness and his attitude remain in us that define about the infinite love and the soul remains in us .</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-06 03:56:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The ballad of a bead friend </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Edwin Arlington Robinson in this balled tell the readers that friends are important to life even though death takes friends 'away.having fun with friends, and sharing and caring with them. Even  though we fear losing a best friend or a relative  due to death. People have a make the most of everyday with those they love. The poem say that we all are like a dried plant lying near the road and death does not listemto our prayers. </p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-06 04:05:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The ballad of dead friend </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>This poem shows emational pain that pwople expperience in <a rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="http://life.It">life.It</a> says losing a best friend id one of the most painful experiences a person can experience.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-06 04:07:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title> The Ballad of a Dead Friend </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>This poem written by Edwin Arlington Robinsin(1869-1935). The speaker mourns the death of a beloved friend.They shared past filled with joy, laughter and companionship. People have a make the most of every day with those they love. Love is never subject to dead .it is only in the form of memory that remain with us when all our beloved are gone from this <a rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="http://earth.it">earth . It is god who permits dead to turn us into dust .</a></p><p>The poem on one hand shows the emotional pain people experience in life when they lose their loved ones, and other hand dead happens when there is life. </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-06 04:14:16 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Ballade of the Dead Friend </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>            The poem shows that the love is never died. Human life is like a dry leaves.While we make friendship with  others people, there is love. Love is forever maybe with our parents, society, friend and maybe nation also. Love means sharing, caring between friend to friends, children with his parents, just like that could be love. When our love is gone, feel sad, alone but  love is alive always.</p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-06 04:17:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Balled of a Dead Friend </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Edwing Arlington Robinson in this Ballad tells the readers that Friends are important to life even though death takes friends away.while death happens, life would not be the same if people Didi not make the most of life.</p><p><br/></p><p>Even though we fear losing a best friend or a relative due to death people have to make the most of every day with those they love.according to the poetno matter what attitude one takes toward death.Time is a jester which,in spite of our prayers and defiance, changes and kills everything except love.the laughter of the time at the death of our friends,and at our woes and sorrows blind us to accept death as natural phenomena .we will live on to fulfill our wishes and desire but death robs us before we accomplish our goals it is only love that surpasses <a rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="http://time.It">time.It</a> is only in the form of memory that remains with us when all our beloveds are gone form this earth death is the only <a rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="http://reality.it">reality.it</a> is the natures law that who is born must die.</p><p><br/></p><p>The poem on one hand shows the emotional poin people experience in life when they lose their loved ones ,and other hand , death happens when there is life.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-06 12:53:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Ballad of a dead friend </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Summary of "The Ballad of a Dead Friend":</p><p><br/></p><p>The poem reflects on the fleeting nature of life and the inevitability of death. It begins with the imagery of withered ferns and expresses sorrow, sighing, and emotional pain caused by the death of a friend. The poet emphasizes that time keeps moving forward and life continues despite our grief. Love and joy are temporary, and even though we form bonds and friendships, they eventually fade as people come and go.</p><p><br/></p><p>The poet highlights how people are constantly being born and dying, and how we keep replacing old faces with new ones. Despite all our efforts and emotions, everything eventually returns to dust. The poem carries a melancholic tone, focusing on the cycle of life and the pain of losing friends.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>---</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-04-06 16:21:05 UTC</pubDate>
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