Question

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Read the poem and complete the activities. write thyming
pairs from stanza
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune withour the words
And never stops at all
And sweetest in she Gale-in heard
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet never in Extremity
It asked a crumb -of me.​

Answer 1

Answer:

1. soul=all
2. words=heard
3. storm = warm
4. sea=me
5. land=bird

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