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| TOPPER'S ENGLISH LITERATURE (MCQ) WITH RHETORIC & PROSODY |
PROSODY PRACTICE FOR BEGINNERS
Set -1
Scan the following verse and mention the prosodic name, if any.
1.
The way a crow
Shook
down on me
The
dust of snow
From
a hemlock tree
Has
given my heart
A
change of mood
And
saved some part
Of
a day I had rued.
2.
The only news I know
Is
bulletins all day
From
Immortality.
The
only shows I see,
Tomorrow
and Today,
Perchance
Eternity.
3.
I wandered, lonely as a cloud
That
floats on high o’er dales and hills
When,
all at once, I saw a crowd
A
host of golden daffodils.
Beside
the lake, beneath the trees…
For
oft, when on my couch I lie
In
vacant or in pensive mood,
They
flash upon that inward eye…..
And
dances with the daffodils.
4.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And
sorry I could not travel both
And
be onetraveler, long I stood
And
looked down one as far as I could.
Then
took the other, as just as fair,
And
having perhaps the better claim
Because
it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though
as for that the passing there.
Two
roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I
took the one less traveled by.
5.
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In
such an honour named. What’s more to do,….
As
calling home our exiled friends abroad…..
Of
this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
Who,
as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands…..
That
calls up on us, by the grace of Grace, ……
So,
thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom
we in vite to see us crown’d at Scone.
6.
Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw
division grow together,
To
themselves yet either neither,
Simple
were so well compounded.
7.
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall
of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd
in the moon's eclipse,
Nose
of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger
of birth-strangled babe.
8.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire
burn, and caldron bubble.
Scale
of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches'
mummy; maw and gulf...
9.
Earth, receive an honoured guest;
William
Yeats is laid to rest:
Let
this Irish vessel lie
Emptied
of its poetry.
10.
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats
upon my heart.
People
twist and scream in pain, —
Dawn
will find them still again;
This
has neither wax nor wane,
Neither
stop nor start.
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