Read the passage from "The Tiger.”Tiger, tiger, burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?
Both "The Tiger" and "The Lamb" convey similar messages, also called
Read the passage from "The Lamb."Little lamb, who made thee?By regularly repeating this line in the poem, Blake uses the line as a
Read the passage from How to Live on Twenty-Four Hours a Day.Hence, it seems to me, the first business of the day should be to put the mind through its paces. You look after your body, inside and out; you run grave danger in hacking hairs off your skin; you employ a whole army of individuals, from the milkman to the pig-killer, to enable you to bribe your stomach into decent behaviour. Why not devote a little attention to the far more delicate machinery of the mind, especially as you will require no extraneous aid? It is for this portion of the art and craft of living that I have reserved the time from the moment of quitting your door to the moment of arriving at your office.
Read the chapter title from How to Live on Twenty-Four Hours a Day.CONTROLLING THE MINDThe author includes the title as a way to
Read the passage from How to Live on Twenty-Four Hours a Day.Bring it back by the scruff of the neck. Ere you have reached the station you will have brought it back about forty times. Do not despair. Continue. Keep it up.Which revision uses signal words to clarify the sequence of events for readers?
Read the excerpt from Sudanese Slit Drum.This thinning would materially change the sound of the drum, evidence that although it might continue to be used for its original purpose of music-making or calling people to arms, it would now do so with a different voice. A musical instrument had become a trophy, and the new carvings were in fact branding, a statement of the north’s political dominance over Central Africa and of allegiance to Islam.
One advantage of reading Sudanese Slit Drum, rather than listening to it in a podcast, is that the reader
Read the passage from "Optimism.”My life was without past or future; death, the pessimist would say, "a consummation devoutly to be wished.” But a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living. Night fled before the day of thought, and love and joy and hope came up in a passion of obedience to knowledge.
Read the passage from A Princess of Mars.While Sola was away I took occasion to examine more minutely the room in which I found myself captive. The mural painting depicted scenes of rare and wonderful beauty; mountains, rivers, lake, ocean, meadow, trees and flowers, winding roadways, sun-kissed gardens—scenes which might have portrayed earthly views but for the different colorings of the vegetation. The work had evidently been wrought by a master hand, so subtle the atmosphere, so perfect the technique; yet nowhere was there a representation of a living animal, either human or brute, by which I could guess at the likeness of these other and perhaps extinct denizens of Mars.
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