l. Scan the following passages and comment on their prosodic features:
(A) Tell me not in mournful numbers
Life is but an empty dream;
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corpse to the ramparts we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot,
O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
When Ajax strives some rack's vast weight to throw,
The line too labours, and the words move slow;
Not so" when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o'er th'unbending com and swims along the main