03.00 Expressions Pre-Test

The Sun Has Long Been Set by William Wordsworth The sun has long been set,The stars are out by twos and threes,The little birds are piping yetAmong the bushes and trees;There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,And a far-off wind that rushes,And a sound of water that gushes,And the cuckoo's sovereign cryFills all the hollow of the sky.Who would "go parading"In London, "and masquerading,"On such a night of JuneWith that beautiful soft half-moon,And all these innocent blisses?On such a night as this is! Summer, an excerpt by Amy Lowell Some men there are who find in nature allTheir inspiration, hers the sympathyWhich spurs them on to any great endeavor,To them the fields and woods are closest friends,And they hold dear communion with the hills;The voice of waters soothes them with its fall,And the great winds bring healing in their sound.To them a city is a prison houseWhere pent up human forces labour and strive,Where beauty dwells not, driven forth by man;But where in winter they must live untilSummer gives back the spaces of the hills.To me it is not so. I love the earthAnd all the gifts of her so lavish hand:Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds,Thick branches swaying in a winter storm,And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake;But more than these, and much, ah, how much more,I love the very human heart of man.Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky,Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lakeLazily reflecting back the sun,And scarcely ruffled by the little breezeWhich wanders idly through the nodding ferns.The blue crest of the distant mountain, topsThe green crest of the hill on which I sit;And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,The very crown of nature's changing yearWhen all her surging life is at its full.To me alone it is a time of pause,A void and silent space between two worlds,When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps,Gathering strength for efforts yet to come. What does "The Sun Has Long Been Set" express at the end, and how is this different from the ending in "Summer"?

"The Sun Has Long Been Set" expresses joy at the end, while "Summer" focuses on time to think.

Read the sentence and answer the question below: Could you please be discreet with the information I gave you yesterday? I don't want anyone to find out I will be quitting my job. What part of speech is discreet?

Adjective

Summer, an excerpt by Amy Lowell Some men there are who find in nature allTheir inspiration, hers the sympathyWhich spurs them on to any great endeavor,To them the fields and woods are closest friends,And they hold dear communion with the hills;The voice of waters soothes them with its fall,And the great winds bring healing in their sound.To them a city is a prison houseWhere pent up human forces labour and strive,Where beauty dwells not, driven forth by man;But where in winter they must live untilSummer gives back the spaces of the hills.To me it is not so. I love the earthAnd all the gifts of her so lavish hand:Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds,Thick branches swaying in a winter storm,And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake;But more than these, and much, ah, how much more,I love the very human heart of man.Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky,Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lakeLazily reflecting back the sun,And scarcely ruffled by the little breezeWhich wanders idly through the nodding ferns.The blue crest of the distant mountain, topsThe green crest of the hill on which I sit;And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,The very crown of nature's changing yearWhen all her surging life is at its full.To me alone it is a time of pause,A void and silent space between two worlds,When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps,Gathering strength for efforts yet to come. Which of the following best describes the speaker in "Summer"?

Appreciative of both humans and nature

Summer, an excerpt by Amy Lowell Some men there are who find in nature allTheir inspiration, hers the sympathyWhich spurs them on to any great endeavor,To them the fields and woods are closest friends,And they hold dear communion with the hills;The voice of waters soothes them with its fall,And the great winds bring healing in their sound.To them a city is a prison houseWhere pent up human forces labour and strive,Where beauty dwells not, driven forth by man;But where in winter they must live untilSummer gives back the spaces of the hills.To me it is not so. I love the earthAnd all the gifts of her so lavish hand:Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds,Thick branches swaying in a winter storm,And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake;But more than these, and much, ah, how much more,I love the very human heart of man.Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky,Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lakeLazily reflecting back the sun,And scarcely ruffled by the little breezeWhich wanders idly through the nodding ferns.The blue crest of the distant mountain, topsThe green crest of the hill on which I sit;And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,The very crown of nature's changing yearWhen all her surging life is at its full.To me alone it is a time of pause,A void and silent space between two worlds,When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps,Gathering strength for efforts yet to come. Review the lines in bold. Where is beauty not found, according to these lines?

Beauty is not found in the city.

The Sun Has Long Been Set by William Wordsworth The sun has long been set,The stars are out by twos and threes,The little birds are piping yetAmong the bushes and trees;There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,And a far-off wind that rushes,And a sound of water that gushes,And the cuckoo's sovereign cryFills all the hollow of the sky.Who would "go parading"In London, "and masquerading,"On such a night of JuneWith that beautiful soft half-moon,And all these innocent blisses?On such a night as this is! Summer, an excerpt by Amy Lowell Some men there are who find in nature allTheir inspiration, hers the sympathyWhich spurs them on to any great endeavor,To them the fields and woods are closest friends,And they hold dear communion with the hills;The voice of waters soothes them with its fall,And the great winds bring healing in their sound.To them a city is a prison houseWhere pent up human forces labour and strive,Where beauty dwells not, driven forth by man;But where in winter they must live untilSummer gives back the spaces of the hills.To me it is not so. I love the earthAnd all the gifts of her so lavish hand:Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds,Thick branches swaying in a winter storm,And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake;But more than these, and much, ah, how much more,I love the very human heart of man.Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky,Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lakeLazily reflecting back the sun,And scarcely ruffled by the little breezeWhich wanders idly through the nodding ferns.The blue crest of the distant mountain, topsThe green crest of the hill on which I sit;And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,The very crown of nature's changing yearWhen all her surging life is at its full.To me alone it is a time of pause,A void and silent space between two worlds,When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps,Gathering strength for efforts yet to come. Which of the following describes a key similarity between the two poems?

Both describe the natural world around them.

Summer, an excerpt by Amy Lowell Some men there are who find in nature allTheir inspiration, hers the sympathyWhich spurs them on to any great endeavor,To them the fields and woods are closest friends,And they hold dear communion with the hills;The voice of waters soothes them with its fall,And the great winds bring healing in their sound.To them a city is a prison houseWhere pent up human forces labour and strive,Where beauty dwells not, driven forth by man;But where in winter they must live untilSummer gives back the spaces of the hills.To me it is not so. I love the earthAnd all the gifts of her so lavish hand:Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds,Thick branches swaying in a winter storm,And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake;But more than these, and much, ah, how much more,I love the very human heart of man.Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky,Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lakeLazily reflecting back the sun,And scarcely ruffled by the little breezeWhich wanders idly through the nodding ferns.The blue crest of the distant mountain, topsThe green crest of the hill on which I sit;And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,The very crown of nature's changing yearWhen all her surging life is at its full.To me alone it is a time of pause,A void and silent space between two worlds,When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps,Gathering strength for efforts yet to come. Which words from "Summer" describe what "some men" find in nature?

Communion, soothes, healing

Read the sentence and answer the question below: This vegetable casserole is so good it's deadly. Which of the following correctly describes this phrase?

Good being deadly is a paradox.

Read the sentence and answer the question below: Honestly, in all candor, I will never know for certain how the dog was able to get the gate open and disappear so quickly. What does candor mean?

Honesty

The Sun Has Long Been Set by William Wordsworth The sun has long been set,The stars are out by twos and threes,The little birds are piping yetAmong the bushes and trees;There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,And a far-off wind that rushes,And a sound of water that gushes,And the cuckoo's sovereign cryFills all the hollow of the sky.Who would "go parading"In London, "and masquerading,"On such a night of JuneWith that beautiful soft half-moon,And all these innocent blisses?On such a night as this is! Where is this poet most likely sitting, based on his descriptions of the scene?

In the countryside

Which word correctly completes the sentence below? Mr. Hanson's _______ that the bee hive be removed from his car convinced the mechanic to call an expert.

Insistence

Summer, an excerpt by Amy Lowell Some men there are who find in nature allTheir inspiration, hers the sympathyWhich spurs them on to any great endeavor,To them the fields and woods are closest friends,And they hold dear communion with the hills;The voice of waters soothes them with its fall,And the great winds bring healing in their sound.To them a city is a prison houseWhere pent up human forces labour and strive,Where beauty dwells not, driven forth by man;But where in winter they must live untilSummer gives back the spaces of the hills.To me it is not so. I love the earthAnd all the gifts of her so lavish hand:Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds,Thick branches swaying in a winter storm,And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake;But more than these, and much, ah, how much more,I love the very human heart of man.Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky,Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lakeLazily reflecting back the sun,And scarcely ruffled by the little breezeWhich wanders idly through the nodding ferns.The blue crest of the distant mountain, topsThe green crest of the hill on which I sit;And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,The very crown of nature's changing yearWhen all her surging life is at its full.To me alone it is a time of pause,A void and silent space between two worlds,When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps,Gathering strength for efforts yet to come. Review the poem "Summer." What is the effect of beginning the poem by focusing on how "some men" find all their inspiration in nature?

It allows the speaker to set up the contrast to his or her own views.

Read the sentence and answer the question below: It would seem we have reached an impasse in this discussion if no one will agree on the most basic of issues. Which phrase provides the best clue to the meaning of impasse?

No one will agree

Which of the bolded words provides the least negative interpretation of Sam's behavior?

Sam seemed a bit withdrawn at the party: he hardly spoke to anyone and seemed unhappy.

Read the sentence and answer the question below: Mrs. Ellen was always so kind when she had to chastise me: she never scolded, but gently corrected my blunders. Which word provides the best clue to the meaning of chastise?

Scolded

Read this sentence: It's such a pity you can't go to the dance with your friends. Which definition of pity matches its use in the sentence above?

Something to be regretted

Which version of the sentence below most clearly describes a joyful moment of hard-earned success?

The certificate, with its glowing gold and crimson seal, felt like a blazing sword lighting the path before me.

The Sun Has Long Been Set by William Wordsworth The sun has long been set,The stars are out by twos and threes,The little birds are piping yetAmong the bushes and trees;There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,And a far-off wind that rushes,And a sound of water that gushes,And the cuckoo's sovereign cryFills all the hollow of the sky.Who would "go parading"In London, "and masquerading,"On such a night of JuneWith that beautiful soft half-moon,And all these innocent blisses? On such a night as this is! In the poem "The Sun Has Long Been Set," what is suggested in the poet's use of quotation marks around the words in the excerpt below? Who would "go parading" In London, "and masquerading,"

There is something artificial about these activities.

Summer, an excerpt by Amy Lowell Some men there are who find in nature allTheir inspiration, hers the sympathyWhich spurs them on to any great endeavor,To them the fields and woods are closest friends,And they hold dear communion with the hills;The voice of waters soothes them with its fall,And the great winds bring healing in their sound.To them a city is a prison houseWhere pent up human forces labour and strive,Where beauty dwells not, driven forth by man;But where in winter they must live untilSummer gives back the spaces of the hills.To me it is not so. I love the earthAnd all the gifts of her so lavish hand:Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds,Thick branches swaying in a winter storm,And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake;But more than these, and much, ah, how much more,I love the very human heart of man.Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky,Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lakeLazily reflecting back the sun,And scarcely ruffled by the little breezeWhich wanders idly through the nodding ferns.The blue crest of the distant mountain, topsThe green crest of the hill on which I sit;And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,The very crown of nature's changing yearWhen all her surging life is at its full.To me alone it is a time of pause,A void and silent space between two worlds,When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps,Gathering strength for efforts yet to come. Which line below describes how the speaker feels about summer?

When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps

Which is an example of metaphor?

Your heart is stone.

Summer, an excerpt by Amy Lowell Some men there are who find in nature allTheir inspiration, hers the sympathyWhich spurs them on to any great endeavor,To them the fields and woods are closest friends,And they hold dear communion with the hills;The voice of waters soothes them with its fall,And the great winds bring healing in their sound.To them a city is a prison houseWhere pent up human forces labour and strive,Where beauty dwells not, driven forth by man;But where in winter they must live untilSummer gives back the spaces of the hills.To me it is not so. I love the earthAnd all the gifts of her so lavish hand:Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds,Thick branches swaying in a winter storm,And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake;But more than these, and much, ah, how much more,I love the very human heart of man.Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky,Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lakeLazily reflecting back the sun,And scarcely ruffled by the little breezeWhich wanders idly through the nodding ferns.The blue crest of the distant mountain, topsThe green crest of the hill on which I sit;And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,The very crown of nature's changing yearWhen all her surging life is at its full.To me alone it is a time of pause,A void and silent space between two worlds,When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps,Gathering strength for efforts yet to come. The speaker is most likely

outside looking at the world