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Mild the mist upon hill,Telling nut of stroms tomorrow,No;the day has wept its fill.Spent its store of silent sorrowOh, I'm gone back to the days of youthI am a child once more;And neath my father's sheltering roof,And near the old hall door.Iwatch this cloudy evening fall,After a day of rain,Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pallThe horizon's mountain chain.The damp stands is the long.green grassAs thock as morning's tears;And dreamy scents of fragrance passThat breathe of other years.(1)Answer the following questionas:2x3=6(a) What did the poet watch on the cloudy evening?(b)What is considered to be the sheltering roof by the poet? |
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Answer» Answer: Mild the mist UPON hill, Telling nut of stroms tomorrow, No;the day has wept its fill. Spent its store of silent sorrow Oh, I'm gone back to the days of youth I am a child once more; And neath my father's sheltering roof, And near the old hall door. Iwatch this cloudy evening FALL, After a day of rain, Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall The HORIZON's mountain chain. The DAMP stands is the long.green grass As thock as morning's tears; And dreamy scents of fragrance pass That breathe of other years. (1)Answer the following questionas: 2x3=6 (a) What did the poet watch on the cloudy evening? (b)What is considered to be the sheltering roof by the poet |
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