My brother Patrick sat on his bed and waited patiently Write a few lines of dialogue based on this narrative. for me to begin. As I held the speech in my right hand, I
felt the page crinkle between my fingertips. I read my
speech loudly, but my brother shook his head
disapprovingly. He told me I didn't sound confident
enough. With a heavy heart, I knew I was in for a long day
of practicing. Write a few lines of dialogue based on this narrative.

This excerpt is from “the poet” by alfred, lord tennyson. the poem describes a poet's consciousness and perception. which three lines suggest the richness of a poet's thoughts? thus truth was multiplied on truth, [the world like one great garden show'd,] and thro' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd, rare sunrise flow'd. [and freedom rear'd in that august sunrise] her beautiful bold brow, when rites and forms before his burning eyes melted like snow. [there was no blood upon her maiden robes] sunn'd by those orient skies; but round about the circles of the globes of her keen eyes and in her raiment's hem was traced in flame wisdom, a name to shake [all evil dreams of power--a sacred name.] and when she spake, [her words did gather thunder as they ran,] and as the lightning to the thunder which follows it, riving the spirit of man, making earth wonder, so was their meaning to her words. no sword of wrath her right arm whirl'd, [ but one poor poet's scroll, and with 'his' word] she shook the world.