What is not true about modernist poetry? captured the cynicism and disappointment people felt toward outdated nineteenth century ideas

used experimental techniques

included allusion

we're inspired by nature

2 what is an allusion?

a previous held belief

an indirect reference to some piece of knowledge not actually mentioned

something in poetry nothing important

a dream something not real

3 an allusion is giving life like qualities to an inanimate object

true or false?

4 as the main character in the poem Mr flood party Mr flood life is explained in detail making him seem heroic and his actions admirable

true or false!

5 in Mr flood party Robinson makes two important allusions to Roland a hero of french folklore and to auld Lang syne a song that is traditionally sung on new year Eve !

true or false

6 through Robinson poem Mr flood clearly feels deep loneliness?

true or false

7 which is not a characteristic of me flood in the poem Mr flood party?

he is a hero

we no little about him except his home is no longer home to his friends

he is not heroic

he does nothing admirable

8 the descriptive language in the poem reveals Mr flood fragility age and loneliness ?

true or false

9 what is the definition of pathos?

pathos is a literary device that evokes feeling of pity or sympathy

pathos is a literary device that evokes feeling of happiness

pathos is a literary device that appeals to logic

pathos is a literary device that appeals to ethics or underlying ideas and beliefs

10 what is the theme Mr flood party?

courage

loneliness

extreme confidence

happiness

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Review the passage from “the listeners.” for he suddenly smote on the door, even louder, and lifted his head: — "tell them i came, and no one answered, that i kept my word," he said. based on this passage, what is the best inference about the man?

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

The description of the house in this excerpt gives an example of