Read the poem and answer the questions below :

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms;
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

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Question

Read the poem and answer the questions below :

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms;
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

The poem is written in :

Accepted Answer

The poem is written in Iambic pentameter. Here's why:

*   **Why Iambic Pentameter is Correct:** Iambic pentameter is a metrical pattern in poetry consisting of five *iambs* per line. An iamb is a metrical foot containing one unstressed syllable followed by one stressed syllable (da-DUM). If we analyze the lines of the poem, we can see this pattern predominates. For example, take the first line: "A *thing* of *beau*-ty *is* a *joy* for *ev*-er." While there might be slight variations or substitutions, the underlying rhythm is consistently iambic pentameter. The presence of five iambic feet per line is the defining characteristic.

*   **Why Heroic Couplet is Incorrect:** A heroic couplet consists of two rhyming lines written in iambic pentameter. While the poem *does* use iambic pentameter, it is *not* consistently arranged in rhyming couplets. The rhyme scheme is more complex than simple pairs of rhyming lines. Therefore, it's not a heroic couplet.

*   **Why Iambic Tetrameter is Incorrect:** Iambic tetrameter consists of four iambs per line. The lines in the poem generally have five iambs, not four. Therefore, it is not iambic tetrameter.

*   **Why Blank Verse is Incorrect:** Blank verse is unrhymed iambic pentameter. While the poem *does* use iambic pentameter, it is *not* unrhymed. The poem has a clear rhyme scheme (though not heroic couplets). Therefore, it's not blank verse.