Read the stanza from “the charge of the light brigade: ”
“forward, the light brigade! ”
was there a man dismayed?
not though the soldier knew
someone had blundered.
theirs not to make reply,
theirs not to reason why,
theirs but to do and die.
into the valley of death
rode the six hundred.
what is the rhyme scheme in this stanza?

a- read the stanza from “the charge of the light brigade: ”
“forward, the light brigade! ”
was there a man dismayed?
not though the soldier knew
someone had blundered.
theirs not to make reply,
theirs not to reason why,
theirs but to do and die.
into the valley of death
rode the six hundred.
what is the rhyme scheme in this stanza?

a-abbccddec
b-aabbddeec
c-abbcddeec
d-aabcdddec

The correct option is the last one, letter D- AABCDDDEC

Explanation:

As we know, rhyme is a correspondence of sounds in the endings of words. In a simpler definition, rhyme happens when words have the same final sound. To determine the rhyme scheme in a poem, all we need to do is look at the last word of each line. We then attribute a letter to represent the final sound of that word. The first final word of the first line is always represented by the letter A. Therefore,

Forward, the Light Brigade! A

From there on, every new final sound that appears receives a new letter according to the alphabetic sequence (B, C, D etc.) If a sound is repeated, it receives the same letter as was previously used. Notice how it happens:

Forward, the Light Brigade!” A

Was there a man dismayed? A

Even though spelled differently, brigade and dismayed end with the same sound and, thus, are attributed the same letter. With those instructions in mind, we can easily determine the rhyme scheme of the whole stanza:

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”  A

Was there a man dismayed?  A

Not though the soldier knew  B

Someone had blundered.  C

Theirs not to make reply,  D

Theirs not to reason why,  D

Theirs but to do and die.  D

Into the valley of Death  E

Rode the six hundred. C

each morning i wrote my name

on the dusty cabinet, then crossed

the dining table in script, scrawled

in capitals on the backs of chairs,

practicing signatures like scales

while mother followed squirting

linseed from a burping can