Question

At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing And do not play at anything. Now with my little gun I crawl, All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There in the night, where none can spy All in hunters 1 lie my And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed. cap These are the hills these are the woods These are my starry solitudes; And there the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away As if in fire lit lamp they lay And 1 like an Indian Scout, Around their party prowled about. And when my nurse comes in for me Home I return across the And go to bed with backward looks At my dear land of storybooks. sea
(find the Alliteration)​

Answer 1

Explanation:

At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing And do not play at anything. Now with my little gun I crawl, All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There in the night, where none can spy All in hunters 1 lie my And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed. cap These are the hills these are the woods These are my starry solitudes; And there the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away As if in fire lit lamp they lay And 1 like an Indian Scout, Around their party prowled about. And when my nurse comes in for me Home I return across the And go to bed with backward looks At my dear land of storybooks. sea

(find the Alliteration)

Answer 2

Explanation:

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