Scan each of thefollowing passages and commenton the

metrical patterns includmg the variations, i € any

2009•(3) Slowlyand sadly we laic*him,down.

From the fielcFof.his fresh and gory;
Wecarvednot line arid we raised' not a stone.
But we Ic(t him alone with hiS glory.

(b) Only a man harrowing clods.

In a Walk.
With old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as the stalk.

(e) Deathwill come thou dead,

Soon. too soon —
Sleep will come '"hen fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon.

2008: (a) I bring fresh showers för the thirsting flowers, •

From theseas and the Streams;
I bear light Shade for. the leaves when laid
In theii nöonday dreams.

I told my love, I to)d my love,

Letold her all my. hqart,
Trembling, cold' in ghastly fears*'-
Ah!She dépate

(c) Whåt candlesmay to speed them all?

Nc;t in the hahds Of.bpys; but' iii théir eyes.
Shall .ihe hdly •goOd-byes.
TheTQlar of girls! brows shall be theii pall..

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The desire Of.the motiv for ,the star-p (f) •White'éi••the thém&, the
Of'the night for the morrow, As ifhér song could have
devotion to somethih8 afar saw hef singing at hér work:
From the sphere of our sorrdw? Alid O'er the sickle bendiri€.
E'.?rningprighti (g) Fade far Away,dissolve, andAüite forget
the forests 0.1. tiigi.t What thou among the leaves.hast know,
What•immortal hanc or eye The yeåriness,4the•.feVer,
and the fret
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Here, Where mén éit arid hear-each ouu.•r.groan;
Wherepalsy shakes a Iåst grey hairs,
was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar•s work •was done, High throae of Rbyal which far
And he before his cottage.door Outshon OfOrmUS•and c;€lnd,
Was sitting in thæ $un. Or where the-gorgeous F;Å'With hand
Showrson.her kings Ba•aric Pearl arid Gold
(S O how r long to travel båck, Satari exalted sat; by rneht•täis'd
And tread again that ancient track!
That I might brucemore reach thaé plain, Deat'i$ the memory Ofour wedded lives
•Where first I .léftiny.glbrious train. And dear the last embråps of•atir wives
And theit warm•tears : but alt halt sufferpd change,
silénuy laugh at my own cenotaph," For surely now our householdhéartfis are cold.
And Out Of the cavåH•rsOf rain,
Like a child from the Woihb,hie ghost from the Higher still and higher
tomb, From the earth thou springest.
I ansé and unbuild it agaüu Like a eioud of fire;
The deep thou Winglst
'The sea is calm to night
And Singing •still •does soar; and •söådng ever
The tide is full the moon lies fair singest.
Vpon the straits : on the French coast the light
•Gleams and is gone the cliffs- of England Stand. (k) My cotintry! in thy day of glory past
A beauteous helo circled round thy brow,
wield the flail of the lashing. hail,
And worshipped as a deity thou Wast.
And whiten the green plains under, V'fiere is that glory, where that reverence now?
And then again, I dissolve it in rain,
Thy eagle pinion is chanineddown at last,
And pass tn thunder dust thot'

(l) Ihe woods decay,the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep thetr burthen to the ground,
Man comesand tills the field and lies beneath.
And after many a summer dies the swan,
Me only cruel immortality,
-Consumes.
2006: (a) Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones,.O sea!
And would that my tongue could utter
thouuhts that arise in me.
(b) Wa!e!, water, .every where,
•gtd.all the boards did. shrink ;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink-
(cy •But-such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Tums again home.
(d) Here "ill I sit and wait;
While to my ear uplands far away
The.bleating•f the folded flocks is borne, ,
With distant cries of reapers .in•the corrV
All the live murmur of summer:s -day.
(e) - And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
•And the music clashed in the hall
And long by the ga}denlake I stood
For I heard tivulet fall.
(f) . Death will come.whenthou art.'dead
Soon, too. soon
Sleep will coine art fled,
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1%ugh but littlecausethey see;
And hang the asdiscontcnt,
And •speak what straivht they will yepent.
2003: O talk not to ine of a name great in story,
The days of bur youth are the days Of
And the myrtleapdivy ef syvegt two-and-tWenty
Are worth all pur laurels, though ever so plenty.
2002: I heard a thousandblended notes
While in a-grove.I sate reclined/
In that When pleasant 'thoughts
Bring.SAd thoughts to the mind:
2001: Thus Nature spake—thework •was done—
How soon my Lucy's racy_was.run!
She died, and-left to me
This heath, thiscalm and quiet scene:
memory of what has been'
And never morewill be
2000: Look.stranger, at this island now
The leaping light foryour delight •discovers,
Standstable heæ
And•SiIentbe.
Thåt•throughthe channelsof the ear
May wander likea tiver
The swaying sound of the sea.
1999: WAter, water. every Where,
And all the boards did shrink ;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink
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Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, belov'd Night—
Swift be thine approaching 'flight,
Come soon, soon!
What Pas,singbellsfor those •dieas cattle?
only the monstrous imger of the guns
Oilly the Qutteiing rifle's rapid rattl&
Can patter out their hasty orisonS.
(h) Ihrough ruddy orchards, then. Streams the
deep wind —
The. ripe and lusty lungs of autumn Niind—
Then, cracked on rocks_a!ldbruised to brown.
Of Sweet in cavernsof the gras
Or thiS, or that; but down, but down!
2005: (a) The Moving Fihgerwrites; and,' having writ,
Moves on: noi all your Piety nar Wif
Shall lure it back •to'eaneelhalf a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a' Worå Of it.
(b) Now. more than ever seems it rich'to. die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain.
While thou •ag pouring forth thy»uiaabroad
In suchan ecstasy!
(c) Olå age hath yet hiShönour and his Gil;
Death closes Slit but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not Gnbecomjngmen that strove With Gods.
2004: Never. love unless you can
Bear With all the faults of man:
Men sometimes will jealous be;
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My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the Sky;
so Wasit Whenmy life
So is it now J am a man.
So be it when I •shall grow old
glory; Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man:
And could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
1997: Fear, feel the fog in my throat
mist in my face,
When the snows begin. and the blastS
denote
I am nearing the place,
power of the night, the press of the storm.
post of, the-foe.
1996: Break, bæak. break,
On thy mld gray stones,O sea!
And I wouldthatmy tonguecouldutter
The thoughts that arise in me.
1995: full streams feed ori flower
pf rushes,
•Ripegrasses trammel a
travelling foot,
faint fresh flame of titeyoung
'From leafto flower and
year flushes
flower to fruit;
And fruit and leaf are as
gold and fire,
And the oat is heard abové
the lyre.