Who will believe my verse in time to come,If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tombWhich hides your life and shows not half your parts.If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'This poet lies;Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'So should my papers yellow'd with their ageBe scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,And your true rights be term'd a poet's rageAnd stretched metre of an antique song:But were some child of yours alive that time,You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.A.13B.4C.1D.3SUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

How many stanzas does this poem have?Who will believe my verse in time to come,If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tombWhich hides your life and shows not half your parts.If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'This poet lies;Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'So should my papers yellow'd with their ageBe scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,And your true rights be term'd a poet's rageAnd stretched metre of an antique song:But were some child of yours alive that time,You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.A.13B.4C.1D.3SUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

Read this poem:Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of MayAnd summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shadeWhen in eternal lines to time thou growest;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this;—and this gives life to thee.What type of poem is this?A.SestinaB.SonnetC.OdeD.HaikuSUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

Read this poem:Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of MayAnd summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shadeWhen in eternal lines to time thou growest;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this;—and this gives life to thee.Where does the tone shift in the poem?A.The tone shifts in the second stanza.B.The tone shifts in the last line.C.The tone shifts in the third stanza.D.The tone shifts in the last two lines.SUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

How many stanzas does this poem have?Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of MayAnd summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shadeWhen in eternal lines to time thou growest;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this;—and this gives life to thee.A.1B.14C.4D.3SUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

Choose the poem that is free verse.I have a rendezvous with Life,In days I hope will come,Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind,Ere voices sweet grow dumb.Gently I stir a white feather fan,With open shirt sitting in a green wood.I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.