Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the milky way, they stretched in never-ending line along the margin of a bay: ten thousand saw i at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

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

a.
octave
b.
couplet
c.
sestet
d.
quatrain