EXPLANATION:
Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver;
Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies;
Your hands moving, a chime of bells across a windless air.
The movement of your hands is the long, golden running of light from a rising sun;
What is the hopping of birds upon a garden path
Answer: b.) Women filled the pages of poetry but earned little attention in history books.
Woolf was one of the most significant figures in early feminism. One of the reasons why this was the case was that Woolf noticed the secondary place that women had in society, and in particular, in writing. She argued that women were only recognized in areas that were considered "feminine," such as poetry. However, their contributions were unrecognized or altogether forgotten in other areas, such as when writing history books.
A. <em>The storm enhances the mysterious quality of Porphyria and her appearance </em>This is the correct option.
Robert Browning wrote this monolgue in 1836 during Victorian times. Porphyria was a mysterious woman who defied the morality of the times. She came from the simple and wild rural area; the poet was comfortable at home. He represented urban life. This sort of life was severly criticised by Victorian people. However, Porphyria wanted to escape from the rigid Victorian way of life. This was strange and ,in the monologue ,this strange characteristic of the woman's is emphasised through the storm.
These optins are not right:
B. The power of the storm underscores Porphyria's power ( On the contrary, the storm makes her more mysterious).
C. The wildness of the storm contrasts with Porphyria's conventionality ( In fact, Porphyria is not traditonal or conventional at all. She wants to rebel against the opression of Victorian England).
D. The destructive nature of the poem echoes Porphyria's limitless passion. ( The setting of the poem is related to the storm in this excerpt. There is not any destructive tone in this excerpt. )
Answer:
Humorous
Explanation:
Miss Lottie’s house was the most ramshackle of all our ramshackle homes. The sun and rain had long since faded its rickety frame siding from white to a sullen gray. The boards themselves seemed to remain upright not from being nailed together but rather from leaning together, like a house that a child might have constructed from cards. A brisk wind might have blown it down, and the fact that it was still standing implied a kind of enchantment that was stronger than the elements. There it stood and as far as I know is standing yet—a gray, rotting thing with no porch, no shutters, no steps, set on a cramped lot with no grass, not even any weeds—a monument to decay.
"like a house that a child might have constructed from cards. A brisk wind might have blown it down, and the fact that it was still standing implied a kind of enchantment that was stronger than the elements."
She making fun of it in a way
