Question
excerpt from Columbus by Joaquin Miller Behind him lay the gray Azores1, Behind the Gates of Hercules2 ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. 5 The good mate said: "Now must we pray, For lo! the very stars are gone. Brave Adm'r'l, speak; what shall I say?" "Why, say: 'Sail on! sail on! and on!'" "My men grow mutinous3 day by day; 10 My men grow ghastly4 wan5 and weak." The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy6 cheek, "What shall I say, brave Adm'r'l, say, If we sight naught7 but seas at dawn?" 15 "Why, you shall say at break of day: 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!'" 1. a group of islands in the Atlantic Ocean, to the west of Portugal 2. former name of a place in the Atlantic Ocean that is known today as Straits of Gibraltar 3. disobedient 4. terrible 5. pale 6. olive-skinned 7. nothing 4 What effect does the use of rhyme have on the poem? A. It helps to make the poem more descriptive. B. It helps to make the poem more meaningful. C. It helps to make the poem easy to read. D. It helps to make the poem sound musical.
Answers
GPT 3.5
D. It helps to make the poem sound musical.
Moving
by Monika Delp
Mom and Pop hope for a new start—in the country.
Tired of city noise
Tired of city crowds
we gamble on this dirt road
where dust billows like rain clouds.
Father got some important job—in the city.
We have to go, too.
I beg to stay—This is home!
I spurn.
I tantrum.
It's no use.
Late one afternoon a company car
whisks us away like a sleek black cat.
"Fresh air," Mom says, will do me wonders—
I cling to that hope
but as I look at the remote landscape
I feel hollow,
like one of those plastic dolls that when you pull off its leg you see
that it has nothing
inside.
I sleep until I wake in a traffic jam
Mother strokes my hair as
giant beasts rumble by
puffing smoke into the skies
outside the car window.
I miss the trees,
the serene country pasture
and I cry.
The city—at least where we lived
was full of things to see and do and hear—
and, you never had to feel alone,
friends were always close.
Mama loved the city, that's why we stayed so long.
Now she's ready to move on, make a change—
Pop decided it was time to go too.
Later, Mother informs me
That our building is tall enough to have an elevator.
"It has a roof garden," she says with a hint of disbelief,
And there is a park for dogs, across the street.
Well, maybe Rufus will like the city . . .
but, a garden on a roof?
We used to have a garden in our backyard.
It is late, so we pull off the road.
Pop and I sit on the hood
staring at the sky.
My chest swells as I breathe the fresh, earthy air
and it feels good
the stars feel good
and right.
It is midnight when we finally arrive.
A note and flowers sit by the door,
from a man and woman at Dad's new job.
He says he told them about me.
I read the note:
"The city is magical. You just have to find it."
"Can we have grass?"
I ask Pop as I stare at the Big Dipper.
"Anything else?" he asks, smiling.
"Maybe a puppy?" I try
like I have a hundred times before.
Pops laughs, but he doesn't answer like usual.
Putting his arm around my shoulders he says:
"We shall see."
And it is enough.
The key goes in the lock, it turns, and we are home.
Mother beckons.
In my new room she turns down the lights
opens the shades
and
reveals:
Magic!
5
Read the lines from the poem.
"I beg to stay—This is home!"
"I miss the trees,
the serene country pasture
and I cry."
Which conclusion is best supported by the lines?
A.
The speaker is sad that Father is going to work in the city.
B.
The speaker feels uncomfortable during the journey home.
C.
The speaker feels that a new home will be dull and boring.
D.
The speaker has negative feelings about moving to the city.
by Monika Delp
Mom and Pop hope for a new start—in the country.
Tired of city noise
Tired of city crowds
we gamble on this dirt road
where dust billows like rain clouds.
Father got some important job—in the city.
We have to go, too.
I beg to stay—This is home!
I spurn.
I tantrum.
It's no use.
Late one afternoon a company car
whisks us away like a sleek black cat.
"Fresh air," Mom says, will do me wonders—
I cling to that hope
but as I look at the remote landscape
I feel hollow,
like one of those plastic dolls that when you pull off its leg you see
that it has nothing
inside.
I sleep until I wake in a traffic jam
Mother strokes my hair as
giant beasts rumble by
puffing smoke into the skies
outside the car window.
I miss the trees,
the serene country pasture
and I cry.
The city—at least where we lived
was full of things to see and do and hear—
and, you never had to feel alone,
friends were always close.
Mama loved the city, that's why we stayed so long.
Now she's ready to move on, make a change—
Pop decided it was time to go too.
Later, Mother informs me
That our building is tall enough to have an elevator.
"It has a roof garden," she says with a hint of disbelief,
And there is a park for dogs, across the street.
Well, maybe Rufus will like the city . . .
but, a garden on a roof?
We used to have a garden in our backyard.
It is late, so we pull off the road.
Pop and I sit on the hood
staring at the sky.
My chest swells as I breathe the fresh, earthy air
and it feels good
the stars feel good
and right.
It is midnight when we finally arrive.
A note and flowers sit by the door,
from a man and woman at Dad's new job.
He says he told them about me.
I read the note:
"The city is magical. You just have to find it."
"Can we have grass?"
I ask Pop as I stare at the Big Dipper.
"Anything else?" he asks, smiling.
"Maybe a puppy?" I try
like I have a hundred times before.
Pops laughs, but he doesn't answer like usual.
Putting his arm around my shoulders he says:
"We shall see."
And it is enough.
The key goes in the lock, it turns, and we are home.
Mother beckons.
In my new room she turns down the lights
opens the shades
and
reveals:
Magic!
5
Read the lines from the poem.
"I beg to stay—This is home!"
"I miss the trees,
the serene country pasture
and I cry."
Which conclusion is best supported by the lines?
A.
The speaker is sad that Father is going to work in the city.
B.
The speaker feels uncomfortable during the journey home.
C.
The speaker feels that a new home will be dull and boring.
D.
The speaker has negative feelings about moving to the city.
GPT 3.5
D. The speaker has negative feelings about moving to the city.
Moving
by Monika Delp
Mom and Pop hope for a new start—in the country.
Tired of city noise
Tired of city crowds
we gamble on this dirt road
where dust billows like rain clouds.
Father got some important job—in the city.
We have to go, too.
I beg to stay—This is home!
I spurn.
I tantrum.
It's no use.
Late one afternoon a company car
whisks us away like a sleek black cat.
"Fresh air," Mom says, will do me wonders—
I cling to that hope
but as I look at the remote landscape
I feel hollow,
like one of those plastic dolls that when you pull off its leg you see
that it has nothing
inside.
I sleep until I wake in a traffic jam
Mother strokes my hair as
giant beasts rumble by
puffing smoke into the skies
outside the car window.
I miss the trees,
the serene country pasture
and I cry.
The city—at least where we lived
was full of things to see and do and hear—
and, you never had to feel alone,
friends were always close.
Mama loved the city, that's why we stayed so long.
Now she's ready to move on, make a change—
Pop decided it was time to go too.
Later, Mother informs me
That our building is tall enough to have an elevator.
"It has a roof garden," she says with a hint of disbelief,
And there is a park for dogs, across the street.
Well, maybe Rufus will like the city . . .
but, a garden on a roof?
We used to have a garden in our backyard.
It is late, so we pull off the road.
Pop and I sit on the hood
staring at the sky.
My chest swells as I breathe the fresh, earthy air
and it feels good
the stars feel good
and right.
It is midnight when we finally arrive.
A note and flowers sit by the door,
from a man and woman at Dad's new job.
He says he told them about me.
I read the note:
"The city is magical. You just have to find it."
"Can we have grass?"
I ask Pop as I stare at the Big Dipper.
"Anything else?" he asks, smiling.
"Maybe a puppy?" I try
like I have a hundred times before.
Pops laughs, but he doesn't answer like usual.
Putting his arm around my shoulders he says:
"We shall see."
And it is enough.
The key goes in the lock, it turns, and we are home.
Mother beckons.
In my new room she turns down the lights
opens the shades
and
reveals:
Magic!
6
How does the structure of the poem contribute to its meaning?
A.
It highlights the playful nature of the speakers and their families as they reach their houses.
B.
It explains the difficult situation that each family is experiencing.
C.
It describes the beauty of changing nature from one place to another.
D.
It emphasizes the shifting emotions of the speakers as they move toward their destinations.
by Monika Delp
Mom and Pop hope for a new start—in the country.
Tired of city noise
Tired of city crowds
we gamble on this dirt road
where dust billows like rain clouds.
Father got some important job—in the city.
We have to go, too.
I beg to stay—This is home!
I spurn.
I tantrum.
It's no use.
Late one afternoon a company car
whisks us away like a sleek black cat.
"Fresh air," Mom says, will do me wonders—
I cling to that hope
but as I look at the remote landscape
I feel hollow,
like one of those plastic dolls that when you pull off its leg you see
that it has nothing
inside.
I sleep until I wake in a traffic jam
Mother strokes my hair as
giant beasts rumble by
puffing smoke into the skies
outside the car window.
I miss the trees,
the serene country pasture
and I cry.
The city—at least where we lived
was full of things to see and do and hear—
and, you never had to feel alone,
friends were always close.
Mama loved the city, that's why we stayed so long.
Now she's ready to move on, make a change—
Pop decided it was time to go too.
Later, Mother informs me
That our building is tall enough to have an elevator.
"It has a roof garden," she says with a hint of disbelief,
And there is a park for dogs, across the street.
Well, maybe Rufus will like the city . . .
but, a garden on a roof?
We used to have a garden in our backyard.
It is late, so we pull off the road.
Pop and I sit on the hood
staring at the sky.
My chest swells as I breathe the fresh, earthy air
and it feels good
the stars feel good
and right.
It is midnight when we finally arrive.
A note and flowers sit by the door,
from a man and woman at Dad's new job.
He says he told them about me.
I read the note:
"The city is magical. You just have to find it."
"Can we have grass?"
I ask Pop as I stare at the Big Dipper.
"Anything else?" he asks, smiling.
"Maybe a puppy?" I try
like I have a hundred times before.
Pops laughs, but he doesn't answer like usual.
Putting his arm around my shoulders he says:
"We shall see."
And it is enough.
The key goes in the lock, it turns, and we are home.
Mother beckons.
In my new room she turns down the lights
opens the shades
and
reveals:
Magic!
6
How does the structure of the poem contribute to its meaning?
A.
It highlights the playful nature of the speakers and their families as they reach their houses.
B.
It explains the difficult situation that each family is experiencing.
C.
It describes the beauty of changing nature from one place to another.
D.
It emphasizes the shifting emotions of the speakers as they move toward their destinations.
GPT 3.5
D. It emphasizes the shifting emotions of the speakers as they move toward their destinations.
Moving
by Monika Delp
Mom and Pop hope for a new start—in the country.
Tired of city noise
Tired of city crowds
we gamble on this dirt road
where dust billows like rain clouds.
Father got some important job—in the city.
We have to go, too.
I beg to stay—This is home!
I spurn.
I tantrum.
It's no use.
Late one afternoon a company car
whisks us away like a sleek black cat.
"Fresh air," Mom says, will do me wonders—
I cling to that hope
but as I look at the remote landscape
I feel hollow,
like one of those plastic dolls that when you pull off its leg you see
that it has nothing
inside.
I sleep until I wake in a traffic jam
Mother strokes my hair as
giant beasts rumble by
puffing smoke into the skies
outside the car window.
I miss the trees,
the serene country pasture
and I cry.
The city—at least where we lived
was full of things to see and do and hear—
and, you never had to feel alone,
friends were always close.
Mama loved the city, that's why we stayed so long.
Now she's ready to move on, make a change—
Pop decided it was time to go too.
Later, Mother informs me
That our building is tall enough to have an elevator.
"It has a roof garden," she says with a hint of disbelief,
And there is a park for dogs, across the street.
Well, maybe Rufus will like the city . . .
but, a garden on a roof?
We used to have a garden in our backyard.
It is late, so we pull off the road.
Pop and I sit on the hood
staring at the sky.
My chest swells as I breathe the fresh, earthy air
and it feels good
the stars feel good
and right.
It is midnight when we finally arrive.
A note and flowers sit by the door,
from a man and woman at Dad's new job.
He says he told them about me.
I read the note:
"The city is magical. You just have to find it."
"Can we have grass?"
I ask Pop as I stare at the Big Dipper.
"Anything else?" he asks, smiling.
"Maybe a puppy?" I try
like I have a hundred times before.
Pops laughs, but he doesn't answer like usual.
Putting his arm around my shoulders he says:
"We shall see."
And it is enough.
The key goes in the lock, it turns, and we are home.
Mother beckons.
In my new room she turns down the lights
opens the shades
and
reveals:
Magic!
7
Read the lines from the poem.
"giant beasts rumble by
puffing smoke into the skies
outside the car window."
How is the metaphor being used in the lines?
A.
to highlight how various animals run speedily past the speaker's car
B.
to describe the city's sky that is filled with pollution from the vehicles
C.
to emphasize the factories' physical appearance when releasing different gases
D.
to describe how noisy the vehicles are that are moving past the speaker's car
by Monika Delp
Mom and Pop hope for a new start—in the country.
Tired of city noise
Tired of city crowds
we gamble on this dirt road
where dust billows like rain clouds.
Father got some important job—in the city.
We have to go, too.
I beg to stay—This is home!
I spurn.
I tantrum.
It's no use.
Late one afternoon a company car
whisks us away like a sleek black cat.
"Fresh air," Mom says, will do me wonders—
I cling to that hope
but as I look at the remote landscape
I feel hollow,
like one of those plastic dolls that when you pull off its leg you see
that it has nothing
inside.
I sleep until I wake in a traffic jam
Mother strokes my hair as
giant beasts rumble by
puffing smoke into the skies
outside the car window.
I miss the trees,
the serene country pasture
and I cry.
The city—at least where we lived
was full of things to see and do and hear—
and, you never had to feel alone,
friends were always close.
Mama loved the city, that's why we stayed so long.
Now she's ready to move on, make a change—
Pop decided it was time to go too.
Later, Mother informs me
That our building is tall enough to have an elevator.
"It has a roof garden," she says with a hint of disbelief,
And there is a park for dogs, across the street.
Well, maybe Rufus will like the city . . .
but, a garden on a roof?
We used to have a garden in our backyard.
It is late, so we pull off the road.
Pop and I sit on the hood
staring at the sky.
My chest swells as I breathe the fresh, earthy air
and it feels good
the stars feel good
and right.
It is midnight when we finally arrive.
A note and flowers sit by the door,
from a man and woman at Dad's new job.
He says he told them about me.
I read the note:
"The city is magical. You just have to find it."
"Can we have grass?"
I ask Pop as I stare at the Big Dipper.
"Anything else?" he asks, smiling.
"Maybe a puppy?" I try
like I have a hundred times before.
Pops laughs, but he doesn't answer like usual.
Putting his arm around my shoulders he says:
"We shall see."
And it is enough.
The key goes in the lock, it turns, and we are home.
Mother beckons.
In my new room she turns down the lights
opens the shades
and
reveals:
Magic!
7
Read the lines from the poem.
"giant beasts rumble by
puffing smoke into the skies
outside the car window."
How is the metaphor being used in the lines?
A.
to highlight how various animals run speedily past the speaker's car
B.
to describe the city's sky that is filled with pollution from the vehicles
C.
to emphasize the factories' physical appearance when releasing different gases
D.
to describe how noisy the vehicles are that are moving past the speaker's car
GPT 3.5
B. to describe the city's sky that is filled with pollution from the vehicles