Multiple Choice QuestionsRead the poem and answer the following questions.
I want to be with people who submerge in the task,
who go into the fields of harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlour generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean, and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine and oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry and the person for work that is real.
The poet seems to admire
parlor generals
farmworkers
field deserters
wage earners
Read the poem and answer the following questions.
I want to be with people who submerge in the task,
who go into the fields of harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlour generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean, and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine and oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry and the person for work that is real.
What is common between parlour generals and field deserters?
Both love to work
Both of them love fighting
Both enjoy respect in society
Neither of them fights
Read the poem and answer the following questions.
I want to be with people who submerge in the task,
who go into the fields of harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlour generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean, and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine and oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry and the person for work that is real.
What happens when work with mud gets botched?
It leads to satisfaction
It is abandoned
Hands get dirty
No one pays for it
Read the poem and answer the following questions.
I want to be with people who submerge in the task,
who go into the fields of harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlour generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean, and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine and oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry and the person for work that is real.
The figure of speech used in lines 12-14 is
personification
metaphor
alliteration
irony
A.
personification
Read the poem and answer the following questions.
I want to be with people who submerge in the task,
who go into the fields of harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlour generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean, and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine and oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry and the person for work that is real.
Mud in the hands of a good craftsman becomes
a useful article
a museum piece
an expensive article
a work of art
Read the poem and answer the following questions.
I want to be with people who submerge in the task,
who go into the fields of harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlour generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean, and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine and oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry and the person for work that is real.
Amphoras, vases and pitchers are metaphors for
useful human labor
antique art
pride in wealth
items of luxury
Read the passage and answer the following questions.
The real indictment against colonialism was to be found in the villages of India. There was rot at the top, too, in the thousands of young intellectuals trained in English schools for jobs that did not exist except in the limited Civil Service. The towns and cities were frothing with unhappy young men, cultured and well educated, who could find no jobs and were not allowed by the old super-structure of the empire to create them. But the real proof of evil, I say again, was in the miserable villages. I thought I had seen poverty in China, yet when I saw the Indian villages, I knew that the Chinese peasant was rich in comparison. Only the Russian peasant I had seen years before could compare with the Indian villager, although that Russian was a very different creature and inferior in many ways. And the children, the little children of the Indian villages, how they tore at my heart thin, big-bellied and all with huge dark eyes! I wondered that any Englishman could look at them and not excuse himself. Three hundred years of English occupation and rule and could there be children like this? Yes, millions of them!. And the final indictment surely was that the life span in India was only twenty-seven years. Twenty-seven years! No wonder, then that a man married very young so that there could be children, as many as possible, before he died. I loved England, remembering all the happy journeys there, but in India, I saw an England I did not know.
During the colonial rule, the villages suffered because there was/were
no schools in the villages
no jobs in the villages
not enough land for agriculture
not enough food for the children
Read the passage and answer the following questions.
The real indictment against colonialism was to be found in the villages of India. There was a rot at the top, too, in the thousands of young intellectuals trained in English schools for jobs that did not exist except in the limited Civil Service. The towns and cities were frothing with unhappy young men, cultured and well educated, who could find no jobs and were not allowed by the old super-structure of empire to create them. But the real proof of evil, I say again, was in the miserable villages. I thought I had seen poverty in China, yet when I saw the Indian villages, I knew that the Chinese peasant was rich in comparison. Only the Russian peasant I had seen years before could compare with the Indian villager, although that Russian was a very different creature and inferior in many ways. And the children, the little children of the Indian villages, how they tore at my heart thin, big bellied and all with huge dark eyes! I wondered that any Englishman could look at them and not excuse himself. Three hundred years of English occupation and rule and could there be children like this? Yes, millions of them!. And the final indictment surely was that the life span in India was only twenty-seven years. Twenty-seven years! No wonder, then that a man married very young so that there could be children, as many as possible, before he died. I loved England, remembering all the happy journeys there, but in India I saw an England I did not know.
Even the city people were not happy because
there were not enough jobs for all
business was not flourishing
the trade was under the colonial control
there was a large number of young intellectuals
Read the passage and answer the following questions.
The real indictment against colonialism was to be found in the villages of India. There was a rot at the top, too, in the thousands of young intellectuals trained in English schools for jobs that did not exist except in the limited Civil Service. The towns and cities were frothing with unhappy young men, cultured and well educated, who could find no jobs and were not allowed by the old super-structure of empire to create them. But the real proof of evil, I say again, was in the miserable villages. I thought I had seen poverty in China, yet when I saw the Indian villages, I knew that the Chinese peasant was rich in comparison. Only the Russian peasant I had seen years before could compare with the Indian villager, although that Russian was a very different creature and inferior in many ways. And the children, the little children of the Indian villages, how they tore at my heart thin, big bellied and all with huge dark eyes! I wondered that any Englishman could look at them and not excuse himself. Three hundred years of English occupation and rule and could there be children like this? Yes, millions of them!. And the final indictment surely was that the life span in India was only twenty-seven years. Twenty-seven years! No wonder, then that a man married very young so that there could be children, as many as possible, before he died. I loved England, remembering all the happy journeys there, but in India I saw an England I did not know.
However, the cities were better off than the villages because
the young men were happy
the educated youth got jobs
the children, at least were not hungry
all children were highly educated
Read the passage and answer the following questions.
The real indictment against colonialism was to be found in the villages of India. There was a rot at the top, too, in the thousands of young intellectuals trained in English schools for jobs that did not exist except in the limited Civil Service. The towns and cities were frothing with unhappy young men, cultured and well educated, who could find no jobs and were not allowed by the old super-structure of empire to create them. But the real proof of evil, I say again, was in the miserable villages. I thought I had seen poverty in China, yet when I saw the Indian villages, I knew that the Chinese peasant was rich in comparison. Only the Russian peasant I had seen years before could compare with the Indian villager, although that Russian was a very different creature and inferior in many ways. And the children, the little children of the Indian villages, how they tore at my heart thin, big bellied and all with huge dark eyes! I wondered that any Englishman could look at them and not excuse himself. Three hundred years of English occupation and rule and could there be children like this? Yes, millions of them!. And the final indictment surely was that the life span in India was only twenty-seven years. Twenty-seven years! No wonder, then that a man married very young so that there could be children, as many as possible, before he died. I loved England, remembering all the happy journeys there, but in India I saw an England I did not know.
Which one of the following is true?
The Russian peasant could compare with the Indian peasant
The Indian peasant was inferior to the Russian peasant
The Indian peasants were superior to the Chinese peasants
The Chinese peasants were better off than the Russian peasants
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