Select the sentence that is marked for assonance. Select the best answer from the choices provided.
A.
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
B.
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
C.
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
D.
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

Read this passage: i think of you daily, my darling, especially when it’s dark and the other men in the foxhole become silent. i like to pretend that the gunfire is a fireworks display and that you are here with me to enjoy it. who is the intended audience for this passage? a. the writers girlfriend at home b. the writers fellow soldiers c. the writers mother and father d. the writers commanding officer

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

Write a description about a boy with blonde hair that falls perfectly without him even trying. not about anything else like clothes or personality.