What is the end rhyme pattern of the following poem excerpt by Robert Frost?Whose woods these are I think I know.   His house is in the village though;   He will not see me stopping here   To watch his woods fill up with snow.   My little horse must think it queer   To stop without a farmhouse near   Between the woods and frozen lake   The darkest evening of the year.   Select one:a.ABCAb.ABABc.ABBAd.AABA

What figures of speech do you find in Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening?Whose woods these are I think I know.   His house is in the village though;   He will not see me stopping here   To watch his woods fill up with snow.   My little horse must think it queer   To stop without a farmhouse near   Between the woods and frozen lake   The darkest evening of the year.   He gives his harness bells a shake   To ask if there is some mistake.   The only other sound’s the sweep   Of easy wind and downy flake.   The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   But I have promises to keep,   And miles to go before I sleep,   And miles to go before I sleep.Select one:a.simile and personificationb.onomatopoeia and metaphorc.personification and metaphord.simile and hyperboleClear my choice

Which pair of lines gives an example of end rhyme?A.Maybe you'd believeMaybe you would grieveB.Alone and in sorrowtomorrow we departC.We sing and ringthe bells of noonD.Where is the wonderthundering in the eavesSUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

Frost's Stopping by Woods on a snowy evening contains metaphors/symbols. What is the metaphorical meaning of "sleep" in the poem?Answer:

Which of the following poems most clearly uses its rhyme scheme to defy the reader's expectations?A.On a summer evening I told an idle joke / and, alas, summer froze and became winter.B.Voices in a crowded hall, / laughing at a princely ball, / but I am an empty shell.C.From my window I spy / a singing, perching magpie.D.Roses are red, / violets are blue, / weekdays are long, / and weekends are few.SUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

this poem:How like a winter hath my absence beenFrom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!What old December's bareness every where!And yet this time removed was summer's time;The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:Yet this abundant issue seem'd to meBut hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,And, thou away, the very birds are mute;Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheerThat leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.What type of poem is this?A.SonnetB.OdeC.SestinaD.HaikuSUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS