Parts of Speech Practice

Blind eyes could blaze LIKE meteors and be gay, rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Do not go GENTLE into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Old age should burn and rave AT close of day...

Wild men WHO caught and sang the sun in flight...

And learn, TOO late, they grieved it on its way...

Rage, rage against the DYING of the light.

DO not GO gentle into that good night...

Because their words had forked no lightning THEY do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the LAST wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced...

THOUGH wise men at their end know dark is right...

Do NOT go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage AGAINST the dying of the light.

GRAVE men, near death, who see with blinding sight...

And you, my father, there on THE sad height, curse, less, me now with your fierce tears, I pray