Multiple Choice QuestionsRead the passage and answer the following question.
When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.
The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.
The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.
Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.
The antonym of 'narrow' is
deep
steep
wide
broad
Read the passage and answer the following question.
When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.
The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.
The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.
Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.
"The night was perfectly calm."
The word 'perfectly' is a/an
verb
adjective
adverb
noun
C.
adverb
Read the passage and answer the following question.
When the Sun had descended on the other side of the narrow strip of land, and a day of sunshine was followed by a night without twilight, the new lighthouse keeper was in his place evidently, for the lighthouse was casting its bright rays on the water as usual. The night was perfectly calm, silent, genuinely tropical, filled with a transparent haze, forming around the Moon a great coloured rainbow with soft, unbroken edges; the sea was moving only because the tide raised it.
The keeper on the balcony seemed from below like a small black point. He tried to collect his thoughts and take in his new position, but his mind was under too much pressure to move with regularity. He felt somewhat as a hunted beast feels when at last it has found refuge from pursuit on some inaccessible rock or in a cave. Now on that rock, he can simply laugh at his previous wanderings, his misfortunes, and failures. He was in truth like a ship whose masts, ropes and sails had been broken and rent by a tempest and might have been cast to the bottom of the sea, a ship on which the tempest had hurled waves and spat foam, but which still wound its way to the harbor.
The pictures of that storm passed quickly through his mind as he compared it with the calm future now beginning. Part of his wonderful adventures he had related to Mr. Shyam when he was interviewed for the job of the keeper; he had not mentioned, however, thousands of other incidents. It has been his misfortune that as often as he pitched his tent and fixed his fireplace to settle down permanently, some wind tore the stakes of his tent, whirled away from the first, and bore him on towards destruction.
Looking now from the balcony of the tower at the illuminated waves, he remembered everything through which he had passed. He had campaigned in the four parts of the world and in wandering had tried almost every occupation.
The word 'illuminated' means
decorated
tossed up
calm
lighted up
Read the extract and answer the following question.
Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp'd no more
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep (7)
At earliest morning to the door.
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day. (12)
The speaker is standing in front of a/an
dark road
empty house
graveyard
open field
Read the extract and answer the following question.
Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp'd no more
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep (7)
At earliest morning to the door.
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day. (12)
The poet is waiting for someone to hold his
arm
heart
body
hand
Read the extract and answer the following questions
Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp'd no more
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep (7)
At earliest morning to the door.
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day. (12)
The poet is standing in the 'unlovely street'
to meet his friend
to experience the drizzling rain
to get rid of his fear
to overcome his loneliness
Read the extract and answer the following questions
Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp'd no more
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep (7)
At earliest morning to the door.
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day. (12)
The phrase 'noise of life' signifies
the poet's friend while talking
nature's sympathy for the poet
the daily routine of life
the sound of drizzling rain
Read the extract and answer the following questions
Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp'd no more
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep (7)
At earliest morning to the door.
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day. (12)
The poetic device used in line 7 is
a metaphor
a simile
a hyperbole
onomatopoeia
Read the extract and answer the following questions
Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp'd no more
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep (7)
At earliest morning to the door.
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day. (12)
In line 12, the poetic device used is
an irony
a simile
a metaphor
alliteration
Read the extract and answer the following questions.
I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting Sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me, the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Today the poet is thankful for
Which of the above are true?
A and B
A, B and C
B and C
A and C
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