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Poems collected by other famous poets.
Poems collected by me.

About William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth was a great english romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798). Here are some of his other best poems along with The Prelude to be read and shared.
Browse all poems and texts published on William WordsworthWordsworth's famous poem is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semiautobiographical poem of his early years that he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published, before which it was generally known as "the poem to Coleridge".
 
William Wordsworth Poems
" As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest"
"Advance - Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground"
"And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales"
"Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind"
"Behold Vale! I Said, When I Shall Con"
"Brave Schill! By Death Delivered"
"Brook! Whose Society The Poet Seeks"
"By Moscow Self-Devoted To A Blaze"
"Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate"
"When I Have Borne In Memory"
"Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved"
"Young England--What Is Then Become Of Old"
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
A Character
A Complaint
A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore
A Farewell
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral
A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine
A Morning Exercise
A Narrow Girdle Of Rough Stones And Crags,
A Night Thought
A Night-Piece
A Parsonage In Oxfordshire
A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School
A Poet's Epitaph
A Prophecy. February 1807
A Sketch
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal

Paragraph on Patriotism: Love towards one’s motherland is called patriotism and it is about being courageous and proud and then taking that pride and putting it into action. A patriotic person sees themselves as a proud and responsible citizen of a country and also thinks about the choices they make which might reflect on the country.

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Patriotism is an act of courage and valour towards your country. It means keeping the interests of the country before your own personal needs. It makes the nation stronger. We refer to our nation as the ‘motherland’ and love towards it is a must. We must respect our ‘motherland’ and work to make this country a better place for us to live in. There are 3 patriotic days that we celebrate in our ‘motherland’ India – January 26: when the constitution of India was made, August 15: when India was declared a free country and October 2: the birthday of Gandhi Ji.

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Patriotism helps in building a country with a better future so that people live in harmony with each other. It does not always mean fighting and being violent, it means showing passion and sacrifice towards the nation. Showcasing the love for the country only on occasions such as Republic Day, Independence Day and Gandhi Jayanti is not true patriotism. True patriotism is respecting the country & taking pride while showing love and respect to the country. It also leads to the elimination of selfishness and corruption which will help the country grow and develop faster. The nation does not belong to one person, rather it belongs to all of us so all of us must come together to make our nation the best. Our soldiers stand at the border(s) each and every day to keep this country or us safe.

After William Caxton introduced the printing press in England in 1476, vernacular literature flourished.[29] The Reformation inspired the production of vernacular liturgy which led to the Book of Common Prayer (1549), a lasting influence on literary language. The English Renaissance was a cultural and artistic movement in England dating from the late 15th to the 17th century. It is associated with the pan-European Renaissance that is usually regarded as beginning in Italy in the late 14th century. Like most of northern Europe, England saw little of these developments until more than a century later. Renaissance style and ideas were slow in penetrating England, and the Elizabethan era in the second half of the 16th century is usually regarded as the height of the English Renaissance.[38]

This Italian influence can also be found in the poetry of Thomas Wyatt (1503–42), one of the earliest English Renaissance poets. He was responsible for many innovations in English poetry, and alongside Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1516/1517–47) introduced the sonnet from Italy into England in the early 16th century.[39][40][41]

Elizabethan period (1558–1603)


Poetry

Edmund Spenser (c. 1552–99) was one of the most important poets of the Elizabethan period, author of The Faerie Queene (1590 and 1596), an epic poem and fantastical allegory celebrating the Tudor dynasty and Elizabeth I. Another major figure, Sir Philip Sidney (1554–86), was an English poet, whose works include Astrophel and Stella, The Defence of Poetry, and The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia. Poems intended to be set to music as songs, such as those by Thomas Campion (1567–1620), became popular as printed literature was disseminated more widely in households.

Drama

Among the earliest Elizabethan plays are Gorboduc (1561) by Sackville and Norton, and Thomas Kyd's (1558–94) The Spanish Tragedy (1592). Gorboducis notable especially as the first verse drama in English to employ blank verse, and for the way it developed elements, from the earlier morality plays and Senecan tragedy, in the direction which would be followed by later playwrights.[42] The Spanish Tragedy[43]is an Elizabethan tragedy written by Thomas Kyd between 1582 and 1592, which was popular and influential in its time, and established a new genre in English literature theatre, the revenge play.[44]


William Shakespeare (1564–1616) stands out in this period as a poet and playwright as yet unsurpassed. Shakespeare wrote plays in a variety of genres, including histories (such as Richard III and Henry IV), tragedies (such as Hamlet, Othello, and Macbeth, comedies (such as Midsummer Night's Dream, As You Like It, and Twelfth Night) and the late romances, or tragicomedies. Shakespeare's career continues in the Jacobean period.

Other important figures in Elizabethan theatre include Christopher Marlowe, and Ben Jonson, Thomas Dekker, John Fletcher and Francis Beaumont.

Jacobean period (1603–1625)

In the early 17th century Shakespeare wrote the so-called "problem plays", as well as a number of his best known tragedies, including Macbeth and King Lear.[45] In his final period, Shakespeare turned to romance or tragicomedy and completed three more major plays, including The Tempest. Less bleak than the tragedies, these four plays are graver in tone than the comedies of the 1590s, but they end with reconciliation and the forgiveness of potentially tragic errors.[46]

After Shakespeare's death, the poet and dramatist Ben Jonson (1572–1637) was the leading literary figure of the Jacobean era. Jonson's aesthetics hark back to the Middle Ages and his characters embody the theory of humours, which was based on contemporary medical theory.[47]Jonson's comedies include Volpone(1605 or 1606)) and Bartholomew Fair(1614). Others who followed Jonson's style include Beaumont and Fletcher, who wrote the popular comedy, The Knight of the Burning Pestle (probably 1607–08), a satire of the rising middle class.[48]

Another popular style of theatre during Jacobean times was the revenge play, which was popularized in the Elizabethan era by Thomas Kyd (1558–94), and then further developed later by John Webster (?1578-?1632), The White Devil (1612) and The Duchess of Malfi(1613). Other revenge tragedies include The Changeling written by Thomas Middleton and William Rowley.[49]

Poetry

George Chapman (c. 1559- c. 1634) is remembered chiefly for his famous translation in 1616 of Homer's Iliad and Odyssey into English verse.[50] This was the first ever complete translations of either poem into the English language. The translation had a profound influence on English literature and inspired John Keats's famous sonnet "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer" (1816).

Shakespeare popularized the English sonnet, which made significant changes to Petrarch's model. A collection of 154 by sonnets, dealing with themes such as the passage of time, love, beauty and mortality, were first published in a 1609 quarto.

Besides Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, the major poets of the early 17th century included the Metaphysical poets: John Donne (1572–1631), George Herbert(1593–1633), Henry Vaughan, Andrew Marvell, and Richard Crashaw.[51] Their style was characterized by wit and metaphysical conceits, that is far-fetched or unusual similes or metaphors.[52]

Prose

The most important prose work of the early 17th century was the King James Bible. This, one of the most massive translation projects in the history of English up to this time, was started in 1604 and completed in 1611. This represents the culmination of a tradition of Bible translation into English that began with the work of William Tyndale, and it became the standard Bible of the Church of England.

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"I wouldn't ... we have no people there." Kit said.
"There's millions of people in Dublin." Emmet said.
"Thousands." Kit corrected him absently.
"Well then?" Emmet said.

"Right." Kit let it go. "What did you read with Sister Madeleine?"
"It's all William Blake now. Somebody gave her a book of his poems and she loves them."
"I don't know anything he wrote except 'Tyger, Tyger'."

"Oh, he wrote lots. That's the only one in the schoolbook, but he wrote thousands and thousands."
"Maybe dozens and dozens." Kit corrected. "Maybe. Say me one."
"I don't remember them."
"Oh go on. You say them over and over."

"I know the one about the piper.. " Emmet went to the window and stood, as he had stood in Sister Madeleine's cottage, looking out the window.

" ' Pipe a song about a Lamb!'
So I piped with merry cheer.
'Piper, pipe that song again.'
So I piped: he wept to hear."

He looked so proud of himself. It was a difficult word to say, piper, at the best of times, and coming so often in the one sentence. Sister Madeleine must be a genius to have cured his stutter like that. Kit didn't notice that her father had come in as Emmer was speaking, but the boy hadn't faltered; his confidence was extraordinary.

And as they at there in the September evening, she felt a shiver over her. It was as if Mother didn't belong to this family at all, as if all there was was Emmet, and Dad, and Rita and herself.
And that mother wouldn't come back.

Mother came back, cold and tired. The heating had broken down on the train; the train itself had broken down twice.

Kit McMahon lives in the small Irish town of Lough Glass, where everyone kows everyone; children who walk to school together grow up and become sweethearts and marry, people gossip and grumble and dream their lives away, for it is a place where changes come slowly.

Until one day, beautiful, mysterious Helen McMahon disappears, presumed drowned in the lake, and then the gossip runs wild. The consequences for Helens's husband, her son, but above all for her daughter Kit, are unimagineable and will leave not one of their lives unchanged.

Naomi was sitting anxiously in an armchair inside Kiera's dressing room. She had booked a suite for herself in the hotel where The Charity Night Gala was held, so that she did not have to travel for the event. Kiera's personal stylists have worked their magic on Naomi, who was full of worries. Despite wearing such a beautiful dress, adorned with an elegant hairdo and make up, she felt out of place. Kiera exuded the aura of a supermodel, while she was an ordinary girl with a clown make up - or so she thought. Kiera tried to calm her nerves but Naomi was fidgeting in her seat.

More guests have entered the ballroom, the press were confined in the photo wall and red carpet area, nobody was allowed into the ballroom. Many famous celebrities walked the red carpet and stopped for a short photo session and a brief interview before joining the rest of the guests inside.The clock struck 7 in the evening and a white limousine pulled up at the end of the red carpet. When the door opened, Elena elegantly stepped out of the car, with her husband Frank lending his hand. She was wearing a glamorous navy dress, decorated with sparkling glitters, her golden brown hair was swept to one side and she was holding onto a black purse. Frank was dressed in matching colours as Elena, with a black fedora and a white rose tucked in her jacket pocket. They opened the the cue for the rest of the family to enter the hall. Shortly after Elena's arrival, William Carson arrived with his personal assistant and a familiar looking woman in black dress, she was Jenny Lindt, the director of Merinda Hospice. Both of them stopped at the photo wall and smiled for the cameras, before the press shifted their attention to the end of the red carpet. Jacky walked onto the red carpet by himself, looking indifferent. He put his hands in his pockets as he walked hastily down the walkway, skipping the photo wall and disappeared into the ballroom without giving much chance for the press to take his photo.

Kiera had to make an appearance at the photo wall as well, so she urged Naomi to come with her outside, where the paparazzi awaits. She was hesitant, but after a few more coaxing, she followed Kiera through the busy parking lot. Soon, Kiera blended into other incoming guests and Naomi was left alone, confused and worried. Her heart raced and her face flushed as she looked around, helplessly trying to find a familiar face. She stopped on her tracks when she saw a tall figure exiting a black stinger, with Mike as the driver. Blake has arrived.

Mike spotted Naomi in the parking lot and whispered to Blake, that's when Blake walked straight to where she was. He was wearing a grey tuxedo, looking very professional and Naomi could not look away. His clear blue eyes were clearly looking at her in adoration.
"You're beautiful." he whispered as he offered his arm to her, to which Naomi linked her arm.
"You scrub up well too."
"Heh.. I can't lose to you, princess."
Blake showed a gentle smile as he tried to hide the loud beating of his heart from Naomi. He was nervous around her for the first time.
"Don't worry. Just walk normally, smile and keep close."
"I-I'll try."
Naomi matched her steps with Blake, who slowed down to ensure Naomi did not trip on her dress. 
"Show time."
His lips curved into a smile as they stepped into the spotlight.
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Every camera shutters clicked as they stepped foot on to the red carpet. Acting natural as if he was born to walk the runway, Blake dazzled every pair of eyes that lay sight on them. He was truly handsome and dominating, for a second, people forgot that he was the youngest sibling of the Carson family. Next to him was a beautiful young Asian lady, who wore a limited edition gown from FS summer collection and walked gracefully, like a supermodel. Nobody knew her identity, the press was busy trying to take a clear picture of her and wonder who she was. A reporter had the audacity to step onto the carpet with his recorder in hand, trying to interview Blake and his special date.
"Blake, is this true that you're engaged? Could this woman be your secret bride?"
Instead of answering, Blake replied him with a mysterious smile. The reporter did not back down, he moved along with Blake closer to the ballroom.
"Are you going to announce your engagement at this party? Where is the ring?"
"Clear the way, please!"
Mike tried to interfere and save Blake from further questions. However, more reporters were encourage to fight for the exclusive scope and breached the barricades. Blake pulled Naomi behind him, shielding her as he stretched out his arm, pushing reporters away from them. Naomi tried to hide behind Blake but they kept getting pushed to the photo wall.
"Coming through!"
A cheerful high pitch voice tore through the commotion and Kiera came running to their rescue. She successfully grabbed the attention of the reporters and allowed enough time for Blake and Naomi to escaped with Mike into the ballroom. Once they were inside, the colours have left Naomi's face, her heart was palpitating like crazy and cold sweat covered her back. Blake pulled her to a corner.
"Are you alright?"
She nodded without a sound. It was the first time she ever felt so scared of the press. They were very rough and persistent.
"It's okay Naomi... They were in the wrong for doing that to us. We're saved now."
Once Blake finished his sentence, the double door entrance to the ballroom swung open and Kiera rushed into the room. Her face showed that she was annoyed.
"Those hyenas are starving for a scandal."
Kiera rushed over to Naomi and embraced her shaken body.
"I'm so sorry babygirl, it was not a pleasant walk, i know. Believe me, I have never seen the press so aggressive like that before too." she told Naomi. "You'll be okay, we'll be here."
Blake nodded at Kiera to thank her for helping them out of such a sticky situation. Mike pulled out a little velvet box from his inner jacket pocket and whispered to Blake.
"I think they're right, sir. You need a ring."
"Thanks Mike."
Blake took the box from Mike's hand and walked over to Naomi who appeared to have calmed down.
"The reporter was right in a way..." he mumbled as he took Naomi's bare hand and slipped the ring in dispute - the same ring that was in the photograph - on her left ring finger.
"Now, you are my fiancee. Do a good job."
Blake took her hand and lead her away from the entrance, towards the balcony where his family gathered, sipping on white wine.
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William was talking to Jacky when he noticed that Jacky's gaze shifted towards the stairs. There he found Blake and Naomi, stood together, talking to Kiera before she left to greet other guests. Elena tried to hide her surprised gasp at the sight of them, while Frank was beaming with joy.
"Mademoiselle..." Frank took Naomi's hand and kissed her knuckles gentlemanly. "I have never thought someone else than Kiera could fit into this dress and make it look so... alive."
Naomi smiled sheepishly, "Thank you for your kind compliment. It is my honour to be wearing one of your limited edition designs."
"Oh not at all, the pleasure is mine. A beautiful lady like you deserve to wear the best." Frank winked at Naomi and she caught Elena's surprised look. Naomi looked away, did not know what to do.
"Sis." Blake greeted Elena and kissed her cheeks. "What do you think?"
"Fabulous." she hissed into his ear. "So good to see you with a date, brother."
"I think an introduction is in order." William made his way through the crowd and stopped in front of them.
"Dad, this is Naomi Lee. My..." Blake hesistated. "Date."
"Pleasure to meet you, Naomi." William smiled and Naomi returned his smile.
"Please enjoy the party, if my boy tries to do something funny, just scream and let us know."
William shot a cheeky smile at Blake who was stunned at his dad's reaction and Naomi who was puzzled at the whole interaction. As he walked away from them to greet other guests, Blake turned to look at his sister.
"Did he know?"
Elena shrugged, "He's William Carson and Altheda's covert resources is still the best."
"I guess."
Naomi tugged on his jacket, "Does it mean my job here is done?"
"Not quite yet."

William took the centre podium to address the guests and tonight's celebration. They have managed to raise a significantly huge amount of money for the charities that Altheda supported, and so as the president of Altheda, he expressed his deepest gratitude. As he closed his speech, he paused and looked at Blake.
"Lastly, before we continue to enjoy the delicious food and drinks, I have an announcement to make." He gestured for Blake to step up.
"As you may have known, my wife and I founded Altheda together and I have temporarily placed my youngest son, Blake to be its CEO while I grieve." Blake's face stiffened.
"With a great pleasure, I'd like to announce that Blake will be appointed as the main director of Altheda in the near future...." the guests erupted in applause."... only IF he successfully carry out his mother's dying wish." silence swept the hall in a second. "His appointment will fall on the 9th of August, Altheda's anniversary as well as one day after his 30th birthday."
Kiera's eyes met Naomi from the pool of people, she looked worried.
"Blake Jonathan Carson has to be engaged to be married by his 30th birthday in order to be successfully appointed as CEO or else, Altheda's shares will be divided among the stakeholders and someone else will be appointed as CEO.Please continue to support my son and Altheda's good work, in pursuant of this will."
Blake's mouth was zipped shut. He was in panic after his father's sudden announcement regarding his task.
"Won't that be easy!"

Everybody turned to look at the source of the voice. Standing in front of the ballroom entrance was Melissa Winston, draped in a pale lime green dress, not many could pull off a good look in such coloured dress but she did. The Carsons stood stock still on the podium, along with Naomi who was breaking in sweat at her interference.
"Blake already has a fiancee."
She let out a devilish grin as she made her way through the buzzing crowd. She headed straight for Blake, who swiftly dodged her advances.
"YOU dumped me, Mel. YOU cheated on me." He cut her off curtly.
"Oh please, you can't believe I'm gonna walk away from you like that... we've got really good passion going on between us...." Melissa touched Blake's face seducingly, making people around them looking away uncomfortably.
"Don't touch him!"

Before she even realised what she was doing, Naomi spoke up and stopped Melissa in her tracks. Mel looked furious as someone ruined her moment with Blake. Naomi took a big stride and stood next to Blake, grabbing his hand and intertwined her fingers with Blake's.
"What are you doing?!" Blake hissed softly in her ear but it fell onto deaf ears as Naomi confronted Melissa heads on.
"I said, don't touch my fiance."
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The guests gasped in surprised at Naomi's words. Melissa turned bright red in embarrassment.
"How dare you steal my fiance..."
"Well you did not want him enough by riding someone else's dick even after receiving his love."
oooohhhhh..... people started whispering as they remembered the scandal that Melissa was involved in. Some of them pulled out their smartphones and looked up the news about Melissa's scandal with an American tycoon. Kiera struggled to hold back her laughter as she finally burst out laughing. Melissa made herself looking like a fool in a public function, especially one where high profile guests attended.
"You!" she raised her arm with the intention of slapping Naomi's face but it landed on Blake's face instead. He stepped in front of Naomi in the last second to spare her from the humiliation. Naomi covered her mouth in shock as Blake shook his head slightly, massaging his jaw.
"Blake... I..."
"Shut it, Mel. You ruined this night for everyone. Please leave, we're done." Blake gestured her towards the exit door.
"It is NOT over Blake!! Don't trust this impostor, I AM THE GIRL IN THE PHOTOGRAPH!" Mel shouted as she was hauled away by security guards, instructed by Mike. "I'll prove it to you that I am Blake's lover not some random low class bitc-"
Mike closed the door and drowned her incessant yell. What a spectacle.

Naomi was worried about Blake and checked on his face.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Are you hurt?"
"No..." Naomi shook her head. She placed her cold hand on Blake's cheek, it was slightly swollen. 
"That bitch definitely knew how to throw a good punch." He joked.
"You know I can easily snap her into two..." Naomi muttered so softly that only Blake could hear. He laughed as he pulled Naomi into an embrace, in front of everyone.
"You saved me, thanks." 
"It's my job..."
Blake was overwhelmed with emotion because no other women had ever stood up for him in such a sticky situation before. He slowly released her and gently picked up her left hand, the one with a ring that glistened under the lights. He did not need words to reiterate the point, he knew everyone could see what he was doing.

And so he did.
He grabbed Naomi by the waist and pulled her closer, placing his lips over hers.
With that, he hoped everyone would be convinced that Melissa was only spouting nonsense. Everyone applauded as the couple separated, Naomi was frozen in shock at his sudden kiss while Blake was blushing pink - not because of the slap but from the adrenaline after kissing Naomi's lustful lips. Their fingers intertwined as they stepped down from the podium, walking away from the crowd. The party continued - the music started and the booze began to flow again. The moment had passed for them but not for the couple. For the first time, they felt a different spark that they have never felt before. Was it just an act? Or was it real?

As the newly appointed King of the entertainment industry, 29 y.o Blake Carson is tasked to find his one true love and get engaged on his 30th birthday or else his shares as CEO of Altheda will be divided equally to all stakeholders. Of course he doesn't want to lose his inheritance, although his mother made such a ridiculous request. Will Blake be able to fulfil his mother's dying wish?

The jet touched down and Pearl and the guys stood up and hit their things. "This private jet shit is nice." Blake said. 
"Things are going to be different now. Expect things to be different. Life is going to change. Expect it to be like the night at the hotel after your first gig in New York City. Our small city in Michigan is so much better than the big cities when it comes to paparazzi. Here at the airport, we have a separate area that we go through. Less lines. Less security. It's better for avoiding media." Rhys explained. 
They exited the plane and cars were waiting for them to take them to their hotel. When they arrived, Rhys' warning rang true. Someone had tipped them off to where they were staying. A large crowd of paparazzi formed at the entrance to the hotel. They pulled up and made their way in, pushing through the crowd. They had reserved the entire 27th floor of the Langham hotel for their three night stay. Rhys and Pearl were staying in the Presidential suite with Blake and Iris and there were 4 other king suites connected to their room for the rest of the band and Jim. They ordered dinner in and settled for the night. They had GMA early the next day and rest was important. 

"What?" Pearl asked. She had heard John the first time but she needed him to repeat it. "Yes. They only want to interview you after the performance. They said the rest of the band is not required." 
"I'm no doing that. It's all of us or none of us." Pearl said. John let out a sigh. They were 45 minutes from sound check and he didn't have time for this. 
"I will see what I can do." He said and hurried off. 
Pearl was backstage in hair and makeup and her nerves were through the roof. It was their first television appearance and with her shy nature, she was already near a panic attack and the idea of only her being interviewed was too much. And it wasn't right. 
"Ok. I talked to them. They are ok with the band being on set with you as long as you are willing to do the interview with them." 
It was the best he could do and she knew it. This was about Rhys and it was sad that the media had no shame. 
Their performance of their single sounded great. The sound techs on the show knew their shit. They even dubbed in the other instruments and keyboard Jax had mixed post production. After their set, Pearl and the guys had only a few minutes to touch themselves up before the interview. "You'll do great. I love you." Rhys said backstage as she walked out and sat down. 
"Wow! What a performance!" The anchor began. "Number one downloaded single in the US right now, Poems for Wolves are the new hot band in the rock genre. That must feel pretty great?"
The anchor looked at Pearl. John had given her some pre-determined questions and this was one of them. "It feels amazing. We are just some small town garage jamming kids that got lucky. It's amazing to share our lyrics and style and have people like it and relate to it. It's surreal." 
"When will the album hit?" The anchor asked. Another question she was prepared for. "We are hoping by March. April at the latest. And if all goes well, a tour beginning in July or August." Pearl smiled at the camera after she spoke. 
"That sounds like a great plan! And everyone has been buzzing about another exciting thing. Your marriage to actor Holden Tomlinson. How did you meet?" The anchor was now not asking questions she was prepared for. Pearly paused. 
"By pure luck, honestly. I didn't know he was an actor and he didn't know I was a musician. We met completely randomly and as ourselves. It was quite fortuitous." The anchor smiled and said, "That is definitely a rare thing and hard to believe, many see something like this and think negatively of the person that isn't famous." Pearl knew what she was insinuating. The anchor continued. "Especially with the article that just came out today discussing a recent company being willed to you. A David Powers saying that you purposely used him and took advantage of his situation to manipulate his father and take ownership of his company. It's an interesting read. I was hoping you could comment on that?" The anchor wasn't smiling now. And. Neither was Pearl. She was completely taken by surprise and knew nothing about the article or David bashing her. She looked behind the cameras to see John and Rhys, both shocked and Rhys's anger brewing. 
Pearl starred to speak. 
"That's a complete lie. And our attorney will be looking into this for a defamation suit. Pearl is the most caring and upstanding person I know. She was thrown into the entire company thing because she was being used as a pawn between a highly dysfunctional father and son. It's sad really. And I find it interesting and highly unprofessional that you surprised us with this on live television."Dylan interrupted.
The entire studio fell silent. 
"Thank you for coming on today and good luck with the album."
And they cut. 
The anchor stood up and walked away without saying anything to them.

When real life divorce and loneliness becomes a fairy tale after a chance encounter with a movie star, Pearl’s life turns into a love triangle she wasn’t prepared for. Rock  stardom  and romance and getting a second chance at life and love means everything.

Adrian slowly entered the hall where a middle aged man who looked like he was in his late 30's and a woman in here late 20's who looked very beautiful and elegant are seated and were sipping coffee.

The middle aged man and woman looked at Adrian immediately seeing him entring the hall.
"Greetings to the patriarch " said Adrian bowing his head.
Yes the middle aged man is the current head of the blake clan and the father of Adrian,William Blake
"Hm....you don't need to follow the clan etiquette when there are only 3 of us"said William blake nodding his head.
"This is private discussion little lin your father won't mind it " said the woman with her gentle eyes and unconcealed love.
This woman is none other then the mother of Adrian,Vennesa Blake.

"Yes mother".replied leone.
Actually Adrian used to be very awkward whenever he used to speak towards his current life parents.
Adrian was an orphan in his previous life,so he was always used to taking care of himself.
When Adrian came to this world he directly possesed the body of 11 years old Adrian.
They both shared the same name yet had many uncommon things between them.
But the biggest difference was the old owner of 11 year old Adrian was a great slacker,careless not even the least bit interested in anything rather than a food lunatic.
He wasted money with buying all sorts of food and was an idiot.

The biggest reason the old adrian was that beacuse his mother loved him a bit too much,so he ended up this way.
He actually died because he was drowned in the swimming pool.So Adrian took over the body at that time.
Seriously how could someone drown and die in a world where people can even fly in air and manipulate elements.

When Adrian possessed the body he literally had tears in his eyes as he was confused if he had possesed a human or a young Elephant.
His despair not even the least when discovering the original talent of the people from blake clan.
It took him 4 years to get rid of all that fat.
After all the work outs and system tasks he finally lost all the weight and now had this healthy and fit body.

"Little lin your coming of age ceremony is in 1 week,have you finally decided what kind of partner you want to have as your first contract?"
William asked 
"Uh....No father".
Adrian replied in an awkward manner
"Little lin you have turned down the first elder again didn't you? He was tearing his beard and complained to me once again that you turned down all the beasts he showed you".
Said Adrian's mom with a forceful smile.

"Mom we already discussed this, there is no way I'm going to have a contract with those  beasts they are too weak!"
said Adrian in a firm voice.
"I know that you youngsters want a strong beast as a partner but how can you turn down more than 200 types of beasts.The First elder said that if not for you being the most sensible among the younger generation and my son at that he would have beaten you down" said william blake with a laugh.
Vennesa Blake gave a fierce look towards William blake. The latter coughed and avoided her scary eyes.

"No means No! Absolutely ain't choosing those weaklings".
Said Adrian in an unwavering tone again.
'Even though I have a system that doesn't mean I'll choose absolute useless shit like those, I'll only choose the best ones with suitable attributes,which I can later evolve into an absolute invincible monsters!'
said Adrian in his heart.

"Uh....fine I'll let you go and choose any kind of beast you want from the beast market.
I will ask your uncle wyatt to go with you,only he could tolerate your stubbornness I'm too lazy to care about it".Said william blake holding his forehead.

"Uncle wyatt is coming? 
I thought he went onto search for opportunities to breakthrough for his Gale Vulture".
Adrian said in a surprised tone.

Wyatt was one of the 2 General grade friends william had,Wyatt Absolutely doted on Adrian as he was very mature and diligent.
"Yeah....it seems he wasn't successful so he will be coming tomorrow aand stay till the end of your ceremony, go and buy whatever you want,but make sure to have a beast partner before the coming of age ceremony"
said william with a regretful tone.
"Alright then,I will take my leave father"
saying Adrian left leaving only William and Vennesa in the room.

"Hey vennesa have you ever thought that he wasn't our son?"
William asked vennesa
"You old man! what are you talking about! look at that handsome face and charming looks how can he not be my son?!" Venessa shouted loudly
"Uh....that's not what I mean 4 years ago from that drowning incident he has changed too much loosing weight,reading historical books at Library all the time learning all the rules of a businessman following the clan rules strictly".
"I still feel this change was a bit too much".
William explained with a helpless expression.

"I also feel it sometimes after the incident he used to be very uncomfortable with us we both used to worry all the time but he still returned to normal and the change of his behavior is pretty nice actually, isn't it good that my son matured earlier than all the others?"
Venessa said with a smile
"But he nevers acts like a kid at his age always looks at the air in his front and mumbles strangely some of the servants said he might be speaking to a Ghoul type beast or have gone mad".William said with a strange face

"Hmph! those are all stupid rumors those guys made up to make my son look bad,don't tell me you believe them do you? Vennesa asked harshly
"Of course not!"William retorted immediately.
"You are just jealous as my son is better than you in looks or his maturity".Vennesa said with a mocking expression.
"Mother love is indeed blind"William shook his head
"Hmph! So what should we do about his partner beast?" Vennesa asked at that
"We can't force him to choose one randomly it's something that will decide his future even though we are a business clan we can't be careless when choosing a partner right?" William said 
"Yeah let's leave it to little lin and brother wyatt "
Said vennesa.
"Yes let's do that he is more suitable".
said william

           *End of the chapter*








Adrian Linen Blake's life came to an abrupt end when he was stuck by lightning.
He wakes up to find that he was Transmigarated into a new body with the same name into a world where fierce beasts run amok rampantly.
Humans have become cultivators by having contracts with these very beasts to protect themselves from facing extinction.
He despaired when he knew that he had absolute low level talent.
When his mind was about to break as his future looked bleak.
He awakened the Unrivalled beast Taming system which revived his hopes once again.
Since then,he was anything but ordinary.
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System:-There aren't any trash level beasts only incapable Beast tamers.

Adrian:-
You can evolve a snake into a Godly Dragon?
 An ant into a ferocious God eater?
 An ordinary fire bird can turn into a Blazing Phoenix?

System you are a bit too OP! aren't you?!


I changed the Title slightly because there is another novel with a very similar title which might lead to unnecessary confusion
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All the characters in this novel are purely fictional.
This novel is also pure fantasy based on my imagination.

''Let's start with the basics,'' I say as they both look at me with confusion and curiosity/. We're currently in the dining area and they are seated across from me, notepads, textbooks, reading materials and pens are sprawled on the table along with their bookbags. ''Mrs Gomez said out test would be based on poetry right?''They nod in affirmation. ''Good. So far, we've discussed three poems: Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats, Crossing the Bar by Lord Tennyson and The Schoolboy by William Blake. What exactly do you need help in?
They both pause for a minute before Jason responds. ''Definitely, the Ode thing you just said.''
''Ode to a Nightingale.''
''Yea that.''
''And if you can briefly explain the others, it'll be highly appreciated.'' Ryan adds hesitantly in a bid to not test my patience. I smile a bit and he visibly relaxes. Jason avoids my gaze, looking at everything, from the tables, to the pictures on the wall to the fruit basket.
Is there something on my face?
''First thing's first,'' I start. ''In order to know about the poem we need to know about the poet himself. John Keats was a Romantic poet born in the 16th century and…''
''What's a Romantic poet?'' Ryan interjects. ''Do they like write poems about love and stuff?''
''Not quite. Romantic poets are those who wrote during the Romantic era. I don't want to go full on nerd on you, but the Romantic era was a cultural and intellectual movement that originated in Europe towards the end of the 18th century. That era was characterized by individualism and poetry of that era started to take on a more human form, not that poetry of the 18th century wasn't like that, but with the Romantic era, it was different. Emotions such as awe, horror and admiration were highlighted. Some poets focused their writing on eulogizing nature as seen in the works of William Wordsworth and P.B Shelley while others focused on the supernatural like Edgar Allen Poe and Nathaniel Hawthorne.''
They both give me blank stares like I'm speaking in a foreign language and I sigh. ''And you don't know who they are.'' They nod wordlessly and I silently shake my head.
Worsworth, Hawthorne, Poe and Shelley may not be in our curriculum this year but Mrs Gomez did mention them when she was giving an introductory class on Romantic poetry. It peaked my interest so I ended up Googling poems written by these individuals and found them fascinating to say the least. To think that such words of wisdom came from humans just like me is really inspirational.
I can only aspire to be like these wonderful poets.
Mum comes around from the kitchen carrying a tray with mugs of hot chocolates. She settles it down in the middle of the table and we say a quick thank you to her and continue.
''They're not important,'' I say calmly. ''All you need to know is that they are Romantic poets and John Keats happens to be one of them.'' I check the time on my phone briefly. ''Okay, so do you have a printed copy of the poem?''
''Yea,'' Ryan says and stretches his right hand to get a rumpled piece of paper from the side of the bag. Jason brings out a folded paper from his manila file and settles it on the table. 
''Great. FYI, I started reading the analysis of the poem yesterday case it's been a while so I'm a little rusty.''
Jason gives me a sideway smile, his aqua blues firmly planted on mine. I give a sideway simile of my own, my hands gripping the paper in front of me. You know, it should be a crime for someone's son to actually look this good. Jason always gives off this I-just-rolled-out-of-bed-but-I-have-money-vibe which on anyone would have looked repulsive, but on him, it's making my stomach turn in a good way.
And again, that is very very bad.
Ryan coughs loudly and we both look away. I clear my throat loudly and he grabs a fountain pen. Ryan has a knowing look on his face and I know he had seen what had transpired between us but said nothing.
''Right,'' I say after a beat. ''Ode to a Nightingale is a regular ode with eight stanzas and a regular rhyme scheme. Basically, the poem explains how Keats is in a state of discomfort and he envies the imagined happiness of the nightingale. Keats longs for wine to numb his senses and take him out of his misery per se. He wants to be in the world of the nightingale because in his delusion, he thinks the nightingale is without troubles and worries which, when you think about it, makes sense because he says that his life is full of pain.'' 
They nod their heads and I continue. ''Add this to your fun facts about John Keats: He died of tuberculosis at the age of 25.''
''That's horrible,'' Ryan sympathizes, his face downcast. ''He never got to experience life fully.''
''Indeed. So you kinda see where he's coming from when he says he wants to be in the world of the nightingale. Thinking about it thoroughly, don't we all want to be in the world of the nightingale? I'd trade a world full of happiness and love for this dump of a world we're living in right now.''
And I put that on everything.
.........
I spent the better part of 2 hours explaining to Ryan and Jason the importance of the poem and why John Keats actually wrote the poem. We also discussed the various themes and the significance of the Nightingale in the poem. After the 'class' they seemed satisfied enough and even took notes down which caught me by surprise. I guess being on the basketball team is a huge deal to them.
Of course it's important to them, they're captain and co-captain.
Also, let's be real, their popularity cred would totally diminish and they'd be shamed all through school if they fail. While I do not want that to happen, it'd be funny to see the roles being reversed for once.
''You did good, sweetie,'' Mum says as she joins me on the dining table. Jason and Ryan had left a while before dinner with an external amount of gratitude to my mum. I didn't think Jason could be polite, but he was kissing my mum's ass a few hours ago. Of course, mum being who she is, invited them to come over at any time.
''I'm proud of you.''
''I'm proud of me too.'' I did a good deed today so that should score me some extra points in heaven, right?
''You put pettiness aside and helped out your school friends,'' I give her a pointed look and she corrects herself. ''I mean acquaintances.''
Better.
''I raised you well, Mel,'' she says with a satisfied smile and a look as if reminiscing about the past.
She really did raise Sophie and I well. I would never trade my mum for anything in the world. When my dad left and decided that being a parent is too much work, mum picked up the slack and made sure that we were taken care of didn't want for anything. Even if Sophie and I wanted something and she couldn't afford it at the moment, she'd make sure that she'll still get it, albeit at a later date. We may not be rich or have the luxuries of the world, but fuck those, I have my sister and my mum and that's enough for me to die a happy teenager.
I do not want to die at all, at least not now, but you get my point.
''That boy, the one with the chestnut hair?''
''Jason?''
''Yea, him. He looks very familiar. I can't put my finger on it but I feel like I have met him before,'' Mum says with a frown on her face. ''Maybe I've seen him at the mall or something but I know him from somewhere.''
''Maybe you remember him at the yearly parents-teachers conference?'' I suggest. She shrugs. ''Maybe.''
''When you're done, turn off all the electrical appliances and check if the doors are locked. I don't want another burglary incident,���' she mentions with a chill in her voice. Last year, our apartment was burglarized. They stole valuable family heirlooms, including all the jewellery that Grandma Maggie passed down to mum, money and a few trinkets that Grandpa Harry gave her on her wedding day. Long story short, it was a devastating day, we filed a police report and the culprits have not been caught.
Fuck the justice system.
''Sure.''
''Goodnight, Mel. Don't stay up late or you'd have a brain fart.''
I snort and she squeezes my shoulder. Making a left, I hear her footsteps trudging up the stairs until they were no longer audible.
A message pops up on my notifications. Unlocking my phone, I open it and see that it's from an unknown number.
Thanks for today. J.B.
I beam a little and close the phone, taking in the days ' events in one breath.
What a day!


Adelaide Montessori Prep, school for the children of the rich and upper-class members of the social ladder.

So what is Melody Jones doing in a school like that? One word: Scholarship.
.........................

Meet Melody:

Melody is not a damsel in distress. She's witty, sassy, and badass, but one person just seems to irk her every time: Jason Blunt.

Meet Jason:

Son of a famous model and hot shot lawyer, Jason is living the high life: luxury vacations, private jets and designer everything. He seems to have it all but he just can't seem to stand one person: Melody Jones.

But they both have secrets, and once they get woven into each other's web, it will change their perceptions about each other forever.

Like they always say: There's always a fine line between love and hate.


NOTE:
Unless stated otherwise, this book would be told from the female lead's (Melody) perspective.

The next day Williamson woke up  as usual and after having a cold shower ,he headed to the dining room . where Amelia was already there sitting alone quietly and waiting for his dad. 



" Good morning Amelia! what are you waiting for?!have ur breakfast now." William spoke out with a bright smile on his face .



"Good morning dad! okay you too ! " Amelia spoke out with a soft smirk on her face. After completing their sandwich uncle Jack headed in and placed some juice which is freshly extracted. Amelia gulped the drink and soon after having the meal completed Amelia stood up , hugged his dad and made her way to the company.


Amelia was raised very stronger and she is like little lady boss.she has her own fashion designing company which is a very big reputed company throughout the whole Australia. she has partnership of her best friend Annie as well. They both were best friends from the childhood. They are sisters by heart.They both grew up together.   

Amelia trusts her very much.Annie is the one whom she can believe very much in the entire world. Annie loves Amelia to the moon and back .For her Amelia is everything and more than like a sister.

They both used to run that company .when Amelia got to get here (Williamson's tech),only Annie will be running that company most of the time and Amelia will have frequent visits to her company. 
.....................................,....................



Williamson headed out way as it was already late for the office. He went to his cabin and he busied himself with some files and contracts which he has to sign . out of nowhere Ava headed in with a red file in her hand .

"Boss, this is the file for today's meeting.meeting will be in 10 minutes. I almost checked all the papers and I brought here as I want you to have a glance at that file."Ava spoke out poking at the file.

William nodded his head in response . " thank you" Ava spoke out while she was going out from his cabin.

Meeting started. williamson sat in the chair which is located at the centre. Blake was at his right and Ava at his left . 

It was a very pleasant day and meeting was done pretty well .. moreover good news was The other company agreed their contract and with their collaboration Williamson company would be at its best heights of success.

After the meeting Blake headed in to the boss cabin to greet him for the success of the meeting and to have a conversation about some stuff of that other company , details and whatabouts of the collaboration and the contract.

They get into the topic deeply and after having that conversation concluded , They sat on the couch with full of the silence. After a minute or so Williamson broke the silence.looking at Blake he spoke out " I want to talk to you about something Blake .not company issues but my personal thing."

"What is it boss!" Blake spoke out with furrowed brows

"you don't call me boss as it sounds me different .I feel different when you keeps calling me boss. It hits me something different and bad. you can call me uncle as I truly believe you and as you are my god son."

Blake was dumbfounded and he has teary eyes on listening to his boss words. He can't just explain this feeling running inside to the man infront of him. He was alone all the time with no emotions but Williamson was the person who was very close to his heart . He feels like he was his god father.

 He used to be a boss with the company but not with the Blake . Blake actually look like Williamson's best friend . Williamson always wanted to ask that how his bestfriend and Blake were related but never asked as they didn't move that much close as they have no time literally to get deep with each other. May be that's the reason why he likes Blake the most .


Blake who last in his own world contemplating was caught with his teary eyes to Williamson. 

Williamson interrupted him., "Blake ! what happen?! Are all the things okay with you ?" to which Blake responded with a chuckle "yes b..boss..! sorry.yes uncle".
Iam very honoured and pleasured that you too feel me as your own son . you are always my god father and I just couldn't expose that to you these many days and on hearing these words from you today really made me emotional ."

"oh come on my boy! I know you are so strong and moving on to the main topic I just wanted to tell you something , actually I wanted to have a conversation with you ?!" William spoke out.

This novel is about a guy who is from middle

class background, who faced many difficulties.

He fell in love with Amelia who is the 

daughter of Williamson, CEO of the company.

He faced many obstacles ,many ups and downs 

for his love, to achieve his girl. 


novel has the touch of all edges of emotions 
 
love, laughter, sorrow, etc. it is lively., full 

of twists though.

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