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Match each poetic passage to the rhyme scheme It follows.
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Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife,
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music; on my life
There's more of wisdom in it.
(William Wordsworth, "The Tables Turned")
I had for my winter evening walk
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.
(Robert Frost. "Good Hours")
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