百度试题 结果1 题目The poem is full of deep thought. A. thoughts B. thoughtes C. thoughties D. thoughtys 相关知识点: 试题来源: 解析 A。thought 的复数是 thoughts。B、C、D 选项错误。反馈 收藏
In the poem "Thoughts on a Silent Night", the poet expresses the theme of ___. A. peace B. missing someone C. tranquility D. reflection 相关知识点: 试题来源: 解析 B。解析:《夜思》这首诗,诗人表达的是思念某人的主题。从诗句中可以体会到诗人内心深深的牵挂。反馈...
Thoughts of the woods.(poem)Kraft, Josh
"THOUGHTS ON THE WORKS OF PROVIDENCE." A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, riseTo praise the monarch of the earth and skies,Whose goodness and benificence appearAs round its centre moves the rolling year,Or when the morning glows with rosy charms,Or the sun slumbers in the oc...
But even a short lyric poem is dramatic, the response of a speaker (no matter how abstractly conceived) to a situation (no matter how universalized ). We ought to impute the thoughts and attitudes of the poem immediately to the dramatic speaker, and if to the author at all, only by ...
百度试题 结果1 题目2. The poem“Thoughts in the Silent Night" is written by the famous poet Li Bai. 相关知识点: 试题来源: 解析 答案见上 反馈 收藏
【题目】Poetry is the artistic expression of the human thoughts and feelings in rhythmical and emotional lan-guage. Compared with prose(散文), it lays more stress on rhythm, imagery(意象). emotion. and imagination. As its language is rhythmical, its sound is highly musical. We may say, "...
Each book has a hero knight who performs noble deeds for a glorious fairy queen whom Spenser intentionally associates with Queen Elizabeth.The dominating thoughts of the poem are nationalism(as shown in its celebration of Queen Elizabeth),humanism(as shown in its strong opposition to Roman Catholici...
of runaways (Poem). thoughts on the matter of runaways (Poem).thoughts on the matter of runaways (Poem).Presents the poem "thoughts on the matter of runaways," by Quraysh ali Lansana.LansanaQurayshAliCallaloo
From the dank thoughts that shiver upon the sighful branches of my mind. Such is. What is to be ? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind ? I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds, Yet ever and anon, a trumpet sounds ...