B She wants to ensure that her daughters have financial security.
C. She wants to ensure that her daughters get high-paying positions.
D. She wants to ensure that her daughters attend the royal court.
Answer: B. She wants to ensure her daughter have financially security
Answer:
trochaic tetrameter
Explanation:
B. protagonist
C. stock
D. dynamic
A symbol is something (or someone) that represents an idea, concept or object, or that suggest another meaning that is entirely different from its actual form.
A contextual symbol, then, is a symbol whose meaning is not widely recognized by a society or culture, instead, its one that can only be recognized within the context or framework of a specific story because these are unique symbols that authors created to serve a certain purpose in the story.
Answer: the answer is letter D
Explanation:
(A) they have both ended their heroic journeys
(B) they have achieved their goals
(C) they are both metaphors
(D) they have both arrived home safely
(E) they are both celebrated
Passage 4. Walt Whitman, “O Captain! My Captain!”
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done!
Th e ship has weathered every wrack, the prize we sought is won.
Th e port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring.
But, O heart! heart! heart!
Leave you not the little spot
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells!
Rise up! for you the fl ag is fl ung, for you the bugle trills:
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths; for you the shores a-crowding:
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning.
O Captain! dear father!
Th is arm I push beneath you.
It is some dream that on the deck
You’ve fallen cold and dead!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still:
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will.
But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, its voyage closed and done:
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!
Exult, O shores! and ring, O bells!
But I, with silent tread,
Walk the spot my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.