Name:________________________
Yr and Section:________________
I. Sounds. Encircle the words that show Alliteration, Assonance and Onomatopoeia. On the space provided before the number write As for assonance, Al for alliteration and On for Onomatopoeia
____1The tuba oomphs, the flutes tweet-tweet.
____2. The bells in the steeples cling-clanged, telling people it was time to be up and about.
____3. Break, break, break. On the cold gray stones, O sea!
____4. I saw the soft and nearly imperceptible waving of the sable draperies.
____5. A beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves a grain.
____6. There once was a witch of willow by wood, and a weird wild witch was she.
____7. All that day Hugh sat at the clearing’s edge, still as stone.
____8. Rain, rain, go away.
____9. And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
____10. Hush, hush, that’s the way it goes.
II. Show the rhyme scheme of the following by writing the letters at the end of each line.
1.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 .____
2. The tide rises, tide falls,______
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls_____
Along the sea-sands damp and brown____
The traveler hastens toward the town____
III. Give the theme of the poem Maria Clara Song
Maria Clara Song
Sweet the hours in the native country,
where friendly shines the sun above!
Life is the breeze that sweeps the meadows;
tranquil is death; most tender, love.
Warm kisses on the lips are playing
as we awake to mother's face:
the arms are seeking to embrace her,
the eyes are smiling as they gaze.
How sweet to die for the native country,
where friendly shines the sun above!
Death is the breeze for him who has
no country, no mother, and no love!
where friendly shines the sun above!
Life is the breeze that sweeps the meadows;
tranquil is death; most tender, love.
Warm kisses on the lips are playing
as we awake to mother's face:
the arms are seeking to embrace her,
the eyes are smiling as they gaze.
How sweet to die for the native country,
where friendly shines the sun above!
Death is the breeze for him who has
no country, no mother, and no love!
Haisley, not sure what this is about, but the Maria Clara Song is interesting.
ReplyDeleteCongrat's on your many awards. I hit your blogsure - it was up to 400-something. Not good! :-)
Poem on ....
Jamie Dedes
interesting post..
ReplyDeletehttp://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/12/08/thursday-poets-rally-week-34-participation-awards/
poetry awards for week 34 posted.
enjoy!
please let me know after you are done 18 poets visiting or if you are done 18 commenting.
Happy Thursday!
Good Luck on your exams and studies.