Question

In form and feature, face and limb,
One day, to make the matter worse,
I grew so like my brother,
Before our names were fixed,
That folks got taking me for him,
As we were being washed by nurse,
And each for one another.
We got completely mixed;
It puzzled all our kith and kin,
And thus, you see, by fate's decree,
It reached a fearful pitch;
Or rather nurse's whim,
For one of us was born a twin,
My brother John got christened me,
Yet not a soul knew which.
And I got christened him.
A1 Write proper words from the poem to complete the sentence.
(2
The poet was like his brother in respect of
ii. The poet's brother was christened as
lii. The twins were mixed by
iv. Not a soul means
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Answer 1

Answer:

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Explanation:

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