tailieunhanh - Reading literrature 5

Tham khảo tài liệu 'reading literrature 5', ngoại ngữ, anh ngữ phổ thông phục vụ nhu cầu học tập, nghiên cứu và làm việc hiệu quả | GED LITERATURE AND THE ARTS READING PRACTICE QUESTIONS 36. Mrs. Mallard repeats the word free several times. What is it that she will be free from a. debt b. fear c. criticism from others d. having to do with what someone else wants e. problems with family members who can t mind their own business 37. The last sentence of the excerpt states A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination. What does Mrs. Mallard believe is a crime a. insisting that someone do what you want instead of what they want b. getting married c. being happy when someone you love has died d. selfishly wanting to do everything your way e. welcoming death 38. From what you learn in the passage what relationship do you think Mrs. Mallard had with her husband a. She loved him but he did not love her. b. He loved her but she did not love him. c. They loved each other and were kind to each other. d. They fought constantly. e. They were estranged from each other. Questions 39 through 44 refer to the following poem. How Does the Speaker Feel about 1 War War Is Kind Do not weep maiden for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the 5 sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse booming drums of the regiment 10 Little souls who thirst for fight These men were born to drill and die The unexplained glory flies above them Great is the battle-god great and his 15 kingdom 16 A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep babe for war is kind. Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches 20 Raged at his breast gulped and died Do not weep. War is kind. Swift blazing flag of the regiment Eagle with crest of red and gold 25 These men were born to drill and die Point for them the virtue of slaughter Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button 30 On the bright splendid shroud of your son Do .