I knew not who had wrought with skill so fine What I beheld; nor by what laws of art
He had created life and love and heart
On canvas, from mere color, curve and line. 4
Silent I stood and made no move or sign,
Not with the crowd, but reverently apart;
Nor felt the power my rooted Limbs to start,
But mutely gazed upon that face divine. 8
And over me the sense of beauty fell,
As music over a raptured Listener to
The deep-voiced organ breathing out a hymn;
Or as on one who kneels, his beads to tell, 12
There falls the aureate glory filtered through
The windows in some old cathedral dim.

What is the main purpose of the poem?
es.)

A)
to show how museums are like cathedrals

B)
to reveal how works of art can be religious

C)
to try and put into words the power of a painting

D)
to explore the relationship between art and worship

In the poem, collins suggests that memories do what as people age

Which theme is shared by both text ? a. it is unwise to offend the gods. b. all people deserve to be treated with respect. c. pride and overconfidence can lead to a person's desmise. d. it is important to maintain a positive attitude, even when you lose.

This excerpt is from “the poet” by alfred, lord tennyson. the poem describes a poet's consciousness and perception. which three lines suggest the richness of a poet's thoughts? thus truth was multiplied on truth, [the world like one great garden show'd,] and thro' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd, rare sunrise flow'd. [and freedom rear'd in that august sunrise] her beautiful bold brow, when rites and forms before his burning eyes melted like snow. [there was no blood upon her maiden robes] sunn'd by those orient skies; but round about the circles of the globes of her keen eyes and in her raiment's hem was traced in flame wisdom, a name to shake [all evil dreams of power--a sacred name.] and when she spake, [her words did gather thunder as they ran,] and as the lightning to the thunder which follows it, riving the spirit of man, making earth wonder, so was their meaning to her words. no sword of wrath her right arm whirl'd, [ but one poor poet's scroll, and with 'his' word] she shook the world.