Choose the poem that uses onomatopoeia.All the seasons run their raceIn this quiet resting-place;Peach and apricot and figHere will ripen and grow big.When you live alone, how you hear each sound!Should a mouse but scuttle along the groundAnd a loose board creak—There! was it a mouse?Or a ghost's step through the house!

Choose the poem that uses onomatopoeia.Now sweet and clear, and faint and low,The airy tinklings come and go,Like chimings from some far-off tower,Or patterings of an April shower.Leave the lovely words unsaid;For another thought is fledFrom my dream-entangled mind.Bird of passion, unenshrined.

Choose the poem that uses onomatopoeia.The dirty yellow tramsDragged noisily alongWith a clatter of wheels and bellsAnd a humming of wires overhead.The princess sat lone in her maiden bower,The lad blew his horn at the foot of the tower."Why playest thou alway? Be silent, I pray,It fetters my thoughts that would flee far away.

Choose the poem that uses onomatopoeia.Up from the river cameThe low and sullen roarOf lions, with eyes of flame,That haunted its reedy shore,And the neigh of the hippopotamus.Every man has got a hobby,Every poet has some fault,Every sweet contains its bitter,Every fresh thing has its salt.Every mountain has a valley.

Choose the poem that uses onomatopoeia.Chariots rumbling; horses neighing;Soldiers shouting martial cries;Drums are sounding; trumpets braying;Seas of glittering spears arise.To the valley and the river small,The cattle, the grass, the bare ash trees,The chickens from the farmsteads, allElm-hidden, and the tributaries

highlight onomatopeia in this paragraph. As I lay in the forest I could hear thumping of my heart. I was keenly aware of my surroundings: the wind whispering through the trees; the rustling of the undergrowth; the gentle buzz and hum of the forest at night.