The following text is from William Watson’s 1897 poem, “How Weary Is Our Heart.”Of kings and courts; of kingly, courtly waysIn which the life of man is bought and sold;How weary is our heart these many days!Of ceremonious embassies that holdParley with Hell in fine and silken phrase,How weary is our heart these many days!Of wavering counsellors neither hot nor cold,Whom from His mouth God speweth, be it toldHow weary is our heart these many days!5Mark for ReviewCross out answer choices you think are wrong.ABCWhich choice best states the main purpose of the text?ATo highlight the tiresome and monotonous nature of life in the midst of political power struggles and deceitful advisorsBTo express a sense of disillusionment with the superficiality and corruption of royal courts and diplomatic negotiationsCTo critique the excessive use of flowery language and empty promises in diplomatic discussionsDTo convey a deep longing for honest and decisive leaders who are driven by genuine convictions and value

The following text is Baron George Gordon Byron’s poem “Answer to _______’s Professions of Affection,” written around 1814. The poem is addressed to an unknown person.In hearts like thine ne’er may I hold a place Till I renounce all sense, all shame, all grace— That seat, like seats, the bane of Freedom’s realm, But dear to those presiding at the helm— Is basely purchased, not with gold alone;Add Conscience, too, this bargain is your own—‘Tis thine to offer with corrupting artThe rotten borough of the human heart.What is the main idea of the text?*A. The speaker is expressing disapproval towards the unknwon person.B. The speaker is unimportant to the unknown person.C. The speaker is thinking of purchasing a seat.D. The speaker holds a place in the heart of the unknown person.

How many stanzas does this poem have?Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of MayAnd summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shadeWhen in eternal lines to time thou growest;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this;—and this gives life to thee.A.1B.14C.4D.3SUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

Read this poem:Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of MayAnd summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shadeWhen in eternal lines to time thou growest;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this;—and this gives life to thee.What type of poem is this?A.SestinaB.SonnetC.OdeD.HaikuSUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

Read this poem:Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of MayAnd summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shadeWhen in eternal lines to time thou growest;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this;—and this gives life to thee.Where does the tone shift in the poem?A.The tone shifts in the second stanza.B.The tone shifts in the last line.C.The tone shifts in the third stanza.D.The tone shifts in the last two lines.SUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

How many stanzas does this poem have?Who will believe my verse in time to come,If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tombWhich hides your life and shows not half your parts.If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'This poet lies;Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'So should my papers yellow'd with their ageBe scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,And your true rights be term'd a poet's rageAnd stretched metre of an antique song:But were some child of yours alive that time,You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.A.13B.4C.1D.3SUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS