Match each line of poetry to the type of meter it contains. My mother bore me in the
southern wild, Like Honus Wagner or
like Tyrus Cobb. The two were still but one, Is this a holy thing to see, 'Tis morning; and the sun
with ruddy orb The wind blew high,
the waters raved, It powders all the Wood. Nor for itself hath any
care,

Categories: iambic pentameter, iambic tetrameter, iambic trimester

please put all of the poetry lines into one of the three categories, the poetry lines are separated by

Read the excerpt from "the most dangerous game." again rainsford lifted the heavy knocker, and let it fall. the door opened then, opened as suddenly as if it were on a spring, and rainsford stood blinking in the river of glaring gold light that poured out. the first thing rainsford's eyes discerned was the largest man rainsford had ever seen—a gigantic creature, solidly made and black bearded to the waist. in his hand the man held a long-barreled revolver, and he was pointing it straight at rainsford's heart. the details of this excerpt show that rainsford sees ivan as a(n) individual.