Choose the poem that uses assonance.The warrior bowed his crested head, and tamed his heart of fire,And sued the haughty king to free his long-imprisoned sire;"I bring thee here my fortress keys, I bring my captive train,I pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord!—oh, break my father's chain!"Do not fear.The garden is yoursAnd it is yours to gather the fruitsAnd every flower of every kind.From

Choose the poem that uses alliteration.When you destroy a blade of grassYou poison England at her roots:Remember no man's foot can passWhere evermore no green life shoots.The human heart has hidden treasures,In secret kept, in silence sealed;The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,Whose charms were broken if revealed.

Choose the poem that uses anaphora.The arches of the red bridgeAre stronger than ever:The arches of the scarlet bridgeAre of rough, bleak stone.My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own,Into thy garden; thine be happy hoursAmong my fairest thoughts, my tallest flowers,From root to crowning petal, thine alone.

Choose the poem that uses assonance.London, my beautiful,It is not the sunsetNor the pale green skyShimmering through the curtainFrom fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty's rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might bear his memory.

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.turn this Bible verses into a poem for church. revise this into a better poem

Choose the poem that is free verse.Like a fleet with bellying sails,Like the great bulk of a sea-cliff with the staccato bark of waves about it,Like the tart tang of the sea breezeAre you.And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,And sometimes I remember days of oldWhen fellowship seemed not so far to seekAnd all the world and I seemed much less cold.