Match each line of poetry to the type of meter it contains.
Meters
iambic pentameter
iambic tetrameter
iambic trimeter
Poem lines
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
Like Honus Wagner or like Tyrus Cobb.
The two were still but one,
Is this a holy thing to see,
'Tis morning; and the sun with ruddy orb
The wind blew high, the waters raved,
It powders all the Wood.
Nor for itself hath any care,
