Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.So saying, from the pavement he hath rose,Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm,And looking wistfully with wide blue eyesAs in a picture.
Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.I am so deeply smitten thro’ the helmThat without help I cannot last till morn.Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur,Which was my pride:
Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.Then went Sir Bedivere the second timeAcross the ridge, and paced beside the mere,Counting the dewy pebbles, fix’d in thought;
Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream—by theseThree Queens with crowns of gold—and from them roseA cry that shiver’d to the tingling stars,
Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt;Either from lust of gold, or like a girlValuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes.
Which sentences contain imagery? Select three options.The theater showed new movies on the weekend.Sweat dripping from his brow, Jordan collapsed at the finish line.Elena rode her bike to work on the same route every day.The pungent smell filtered out of the bustling kitchen.The high-pitched train whistle caused the passengers to cover their ears.
Read the excerpt from Le Morte d’Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory.Then Sir Bedivere departed, and went to the sword, and lightly took it up, and went to the water side; and there he bound the girdle about the hilts, and then he threw the sword as far into the water as he might . . .Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.Then quickly rose Sir Bedivere, and ran,And, leaping down the ridges lightly, plungedAmong the bulrush-beds, and clutch’d the sword,And strongly wheel’d and threw it.
Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.But when I look’d again, behold an arm,Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful,That caught him by the hilt, and brandish’d himThree times, and drew him under in the mere.
is vivid language that appeals to the senses and creates an impression.
Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.But when he saw the wonder of the hilt,How curiously and strangely chased, he smoteHis palms together, and he cried aloud,"And if indeed I cast the brand away,Surely a precious thing, one worthy note,Should thus be lost for ever from the earth"
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