UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY

Read the poem below and answer the question

Now, Joy is born of parents poor,
And Pleasure of our richer kind;
Though Pleasure’s free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as Joy confined.

Pleasure’s a moth, that sleeps by day
And dances by false glare at night;
But joy’s a Butterfly, that loves
To spread its wings in Nature’s light.

A. rhyme
B. euphemism
C. assonance
D. contrast

Correct Answer:

Option D – contrast

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