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A blond head was a surprise. The administration battled to assimilate these kids into recognizable moulds. In a hundred subtle ways they were defeated.
The pronoun they (third sentence) refers to:
A blond head was a surprise. The administration battled to assimilate these kids into recognizable moulds. In a hundred subtle ways they were defeated.
A metonymy, and two metaphorical expressions related to the concept of war are, respectively,
Analyze the following sentences and choose the correct meaning of the highlighted words.
- I love sunbathing in the garden.
- Her brother is a clever teacher.
- She looks like her sister.
Analyze the sentence and choose the correct question tag to use in the space:
"She likes to play soccer, _______?”.
Complete the sentences with the correct prepositions:
- It sounds like a great idea. You should go _______ it!
- I’ve got a lot _______ my plates these days and I rarely see my friends.
Text 4
Hope is the thing with feathers
(Emily Dickinson 1830 –1886)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
* This poem is in the public domain. Available in:< https://poets.org/poem/hope-thing-feathers-254>
I. In the structure “I've heard it in the chillest land” is in the present perfect continuous tense.
II. In the structure “And on the strangest sea” has a superlative form.
III. In the structure “Yet, never, in extremity” the word “yet” is an adversative conjunction.
IV. In the expression “It asked a crumb of me” the word “crumb” can be replace by “middle”.
Which ones are correct?
Text 4
Hope is the thing with feathers
(Emily Dickinson 1830 –1886)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
* This poem is in the public domain. Available in:< https://poets.org/poem/hope-thing-feathers-254>