Queen of my tub, i merrily sing, while the white foam raises high, and sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring, and fasten the clothes to dry; then out in the free fresh air they swing, under the sunny sky. i wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls the stains of the week away, and let water and air by their magic make ourselves as pure as they; then on the earth there would be indeed a glorious washing day! along the path of a useful life will heart's-ease ever bloom; the busy mind has no time to think of sorrow, or care, or gloom; and anxious thoughts may be swept away as we busily wield a broom. i am glad a task to me is given to labor at day by day; for it brings me health, and strength, and hope, and i cheerfully learn to say- "head, you may think; heart, you may feel; but hand, you shall work always! " which of these best describes the rhyming pattern in the first stanza of the poem? a) ababab b) abbaab c) aa d) abcbdb

"this year she had the extra joy of showing it to her small brother, and of terrifying him as well as herself. when they had done this many times they came back to the house to tell everybody that they had done it. he boasted. she mocked. they squabbled." how does julia feel about her little brother? does she love him? hate him? find him an annoyance? be sure you read what is implied by their reactions to each other.

Read the selection below and answer the question. an open boat by alfred noyes o, what is that whimpering there in the darkness? 

 'let him lie in my arms. he is breathing, i know.
 look. i'll wrap all my hair round his neck' – the sea's rising,
 the boat must be lightened. he's dead. he must go.' 


 see - quick - by that flash, where the bitter foam tosses, 
 the cloud of white faces, in the black open boat, 
 and the wild pleading woman that clasps her dead lover 
 and wraps her loose hair round his breast and his throat.
 'come, lady, he's dead.' - 'no, i feel his heart beating,
 he's living, i know. but he's numbed with the cold. 
 see, i'm wrapping my hair all around him to warm him.' -
- 'no. we can't keep the dead, dear. come, loosen your hold.

 'come. loosen your fingers.' - 'o god, let me keep him! ' -
 o, hide it, black night! let the winds have their way! 
 and there are no voices or ghosts from that darkness, 
 to fret the bare seas at the breaking of day. which choice best describes the conflict in this poem? the winds are rocking the boat. a man is thrown into the sea. a woman doesn’t want to let go of her dead lover. someone is crying in the darkness.

Write a line imitating the meter of the example (anapestic tetrameter.) and the beard/ on his chin/ was as white/ as the snow