English Quiz on Poetry : 22.11.2019
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Question 1
I sing the song of the great clean guns that belch forth death at will.
"Ah, but the wailing mothers, the lifeless forms and still!"
I sing the song of the billowing flags, the bugles that cry before.
"Ah, but the skeletons flapping rags, the lips that speak no more!"
I sing the clash of bayonets, of sabres that flash and cleave.
"And wilt thou sing the maimed ones, too, that go with pinned up sleeve?”
I sing acclaimed generals that bring the victory home.
"Ah, but the broken bodies that drip like honey-comb!"
I sing of hosts triumphant, long ranks of marching men.
"And wilt thou sing the shadowy hosts that never march again?"
Which of the following objects has given the power to cry?
Question 2
I sing the song of the great clean guns that belch forth death at will.
"Ah, but the wailing mothers, the lifeless forms and still!"
I sing the song of the billowing flags, the bugles that cry before.
"Ah, but the skeletons flapping rags, the lips that speak no more!"
I sing the clash of bayonets, of sabres that flash and cleave.
"And wilt thou sing the maimed ones, too, that go with pinned up sleeve?”
I sing acclaimed generals that bring the victory home.
"Ah, but the broken bodies that drip like honey-comb!"
I sing of hosts triumphant, long ranks of marching men.
"And wilt thou sing the shadowy hosts that never march again?"
Question 3
I sing the song of the great clean guns that belch forth death at will.
"Ah, but the wailing mothers, the lifeless forms and still!"
I sing the song of the billowing flags, the bugles that cry before.
"Ah, but the skeletons flapping rags, the lips that speak no more!"
I sing the clash of bayonets, of sabres that flash and cleave.
"And wilt thou sing the maimed ones, too, that go with pinned up sleeve?”
I sing acclaimed generals that bring the victory home.
"Ah, but the broken bodies that drip like honey-comb!"
I sing of hosts triumphant, long ranks of marching men.
"And wilt thou sing the shadowy hosts that never march again?"
Question 4
I sing the song of the great clean guns that belch forth death at will.
"Ah, but the wailing mothers, the lifeless forms and still!"
I sing the song of the billowing flags, the bugles that cry before.
"Ah, but the skeletons flapping rags, the lips that speak no more!"
I sing the clash of bayonets, of sabres that flash and cleave.
"And wilt thou sing the maimed ones, too, that go with pinned up sleeve?”
I sing acclaimed generals that bring the victory home.
"Ah, but the broken bodies that drip like honey-comb!"
I sing of hosts triumphant, long ranks of marching men.
"And wilt thou sing the shadowy hosts that never march again?"
Question 5
I sing the song of the great clean guns that belch forth death at will.
"Ah, but the wailing mothers, the lifeless forms and still!"
I sing the song of the billowing flags, the bugles that cry before.
"Ah, but the skeletons flapping rags, the lips that speak no more!"
I sing the clash of bayonets, of sabres that flash and cleave.
"And wilt thou sing the maimed ones, too, that go with pinned up sleeve?”
I sing acclaimed generals that bring the victory home.
"Ah, but the broken bodies that drip like honey-comb!"
I sing of hosts triumphant, long ranks of marching men.
"And wilt thou sing the shadowy hosts that never march again?"
Question 6
I sing the song of the great clean guns that belch forth death at will.
"Ah, but the wailing mothers, the lifeless forms and still!"
I sing the song of the billowing flags, the bugles that cry before.
"Ah, but the skeletons flapping rags, the lips that speak no more!"
I sing the clash of bayonets, of sabres that flash and cleave.
"And wilt thou sing the maimed ones, too, that go with pinned up sleeve?”
I sing acclaimed generals that bring the victory home.
"Ah, but the broken bodies that drip like honey-comb!"
I sing of hosts triumphant, long ranks of marching men.
"And wilt thou sing the shadowy hosts that never march again?"
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