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Rhyme scheme, tone, speaker, topic? help!? What is the rhyme scheme and what is called the tone, he (1st person, 2nd person, etc), and the subject of these two poems and the difference in the sweep When my mother died I was very young, and my father sold me while yet my tongue could scarcely mourn mourn! mourn! mourn! llorar! So the chimney sweep and in soot I sleep. Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, that curled like a lamb again, shaved and I said, Shut up, Tom! not matter, because when his head bare, You know that the soot can not spoil your white hair. And so it was quiet, and that night, while Tom was a-sleeping, had a show - that thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned and Jack, they were all locked up in coffins of black. And there, an angel who had a bright key, and opened the coffins and set them free, then by a green plain leaping, laughing, running and washed in a river, and shine in the sun. Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, rise above the clouds and sport in the wind, and the angel told Tom, if hed be a good boy, Hed have God as their father, and never want joy. And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark, and got with our bags and our brushes to work. Although the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm, so if everyone does his duty should not fear harm. and a little black thing among the snow Crying mourn, mourn, the notes of woe! Where are your father and mother? mean? Both are gone to church to pray. Because I was happy in health, and Smilde between the winters of snow They dressed me in clothes of death, and taught me to sing the notes of pain. And because I am happy and dance and song, believe they have hurt me and they will praise God and his priest and king, which is a paradise of our misery. thanks
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Rhyme scheme, tone, speaker, topic? help!? What is the rhyme scheme and what is called the tone, he (1st person, 2nd person, etc), and the subject of these two poems and the difference in the sweep When my mother died I was very young, and my father sold me while yet my tongue could scarcely mourn mourn! mourn! mourn! llorar! So the chimney sweep and in soot I sleep. Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, that curled like a lamb again, shaved and I said, Shut up, Tom! not matter, because when his head bare, You know that the soot can not spoil your white hair. And so it was quiet, and that night, while Tom was a-sleeping, had a show - that thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned and Jack, they were all locked up in coffins of black. And there, an angel who had a bright key, and opened the coffins and set them free, then by a green plain leaping, laughing, running and washed in a river, and shine in the sun. Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, rise above the clouds and sport in the wind, and the angel told Tom, if hed be a good boy, Hed have God as their father, and never want joy. And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark, and got with our bags and our brushes to work. Although the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm, so if everyone does his duty should not fear harm. and a little black thing among the snow Crying mourn, mourn, the notes of woe! Where are your father and mother? mean? Both are gone to church to pray. Because I was happy in health, and Smilde between the winters of snow They dressed me in clothes of death, and taught me to sing the notes of pain. And because I am happy and dance and song, believe they have hurt me and they will praise God and his priest and king, which is a paradise of our misery. thanks
