Creating a Museum Exhibit — Unit test Answers

Read the excerpt from "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before.Read the excerpt from "Do not go gentle into that good night."Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Read the excerpt from Early Victorian Tea Set.Among the upper classes, tea had been popular since before 1700. It received celebrity endorsement from Charles II’s queen, Catherine of Braganza, and from Queen Anne. It came from China, it was expensive, refreshingly bitter and drunk in tiny cups without milk or sugar. People kept their tea in locked tea caddies, as if it were a drug; for those who could afford it, it often was. In the 1750s Samuel Johnson confessed himself a happy addict:A hardened and shameless tea drinker, who has for twenty years diluted his meals with only the infusion of this fascinating plant, whose kettle scarcely has time to cool, who with Tea amuses the evening, with Tea solaces the midnights, and with Tea welcomes the morning.

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Look at the picture of John Harrison painted by artist Philippe Joseph Tassaert.

Look at the painting The Great Wave by Katsushika Hokusai.

Read the poem "The Great Wave: Hokusai."It is because the sea is blue,Because Fuji is blue, because the bent blueMen have white faces, like the snowOn Fuji, like the crest of the wave in the sky the color of theirBoats. It is because the airIs full of writing, because the wave is still: that nothingWill harm these frail strangers,That high over Fuji in an earthcolored sky the fingersWill not fall; and the blue menLean on the sea like snow, and the wave like a mountain leansAgainst the sky.In the painter's seaAll fishermen are safe. All anger bends under his unity.But the innocent bystander, he merely'Walks round a corner, thinking of nothing': hiddenBehind a screen we hear his cry.He stands half in and half out of the world; he is the men,But he cannot see below FujiThe shore the color of sky; he is the wave, he stretchesHis claws against strangers. He isNot safe, not even from himself. His world is flat.He fishes a sea full of serpents, he rides his boatBlindly from wave to wave toward Ararat.

Read the excerpt from Early Victorian Tea Set.In the eighteenth century Josiah Wedgwood had made some of the most expensive stoneware ceramics – in jasper and basalt – in Britain, but this tea set shows that by the 1840s, when Wedgwood produced it, the company was aiming at a much wider market. This is quite clearly mid-range pottery, simple earthenware of a sort that many quite modest British households were then able to afford. But the owners of this particular set must have had serious social aspirations, because all three pieces have been decorated with a drape of lacy hallmarked silver.

Brianna is creating her own virtual museum and sees this symbol next to a photograph she wants to use.

Read the poem entitled "The Poison Tree" by William Blake.I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I watered it in fearsNight and morning with my tears,And I sunned it with smilesAnd with soft deceitful wiles.And it grew both day and night,Till it bore an apple bright,And my foe beheld it shine,And he knew that it was mine, —And into my garden stoleWhen the night had veiled the pole;In the morning, glad, I seeMy foe outstretched beneath the tree.

Read the lines from "Song VII" by Rabindranath Tagore.Ornaments would mar our union;they would come between thee and me;

Read the line from "84" by Rabindranath Tagore.Over the green and yellow rice-fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds followed by the swift-chasing sun.

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Read the excerpt from "Hokusai's The Great Wave.”Hokusai has taken more than colour from the West – he has also borrowed the conventions of European perspective to push Mount Fuji far into the distance. It is clear that Hokusai must have studied European prints, which the Dutch had imported into Japan and which circulated among artists and collectors. So The Great Wave, far from being the quintessence of Japan, is a hybrid work, a fusion of European materials and conventions with a Japanese sensibility. No wonder this image has been so loved in Europe: it is an exotic relative, not a complete stranger.

What must students use when summarizing an informational text? Select 3 options.a casual toneinformal languageacademic languagean objective, formal tonea variety of sentence types

Read the excerpt from"Early Victorian Tea Set.”What could be more domestic, more unremarkable, more British, than a nice cup of tea? You could of course put the question the other way round and ask what could be less British than a cup of tea, given that tea is made from plants grown in India or China and often sweetened by sugar from the Caribbean. It is one of the ironies of British national identity – or perhaps it says everything about our national identity – that the drink which has become

Read the excerpt from "Do not go gentle into that good night."Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see wi

Read the passage from "To Autumn.”Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

Read the passage from "To Autumn."Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

Read the passage from "To Autumn."Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run

Read the passage from "To Autumn."Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core