(mc) read the following excerpt from the article "vision, voice and the power of creation: an author speaks out," by t. a. barron, and answer the question that follows: yet deeper than character, or even place, is another concept: voice. more than any other doorway to the imagination, i find this one the trickiest to open—and the hardest to close. for a character's true voice is heard, its tones, cadences, and ideas are long remembered. the ancients [people from ancient history] used anima, in fact, to describe breath as well as soul. that is wholly appropriate, for in the breath—the voice—of a character lies its essential spirit. if the writer can truly hear the voice of a character, so will the reader. what does the author explicitly say can be found in the voice of a character? (10 points) doorways place ancients spirit

Read the selection below and answer the question. an open boat by alfred noyes o, what is that whimpering there in the darkness? 

 'let him lie in my arms. he is breathing, i know.
 look. i'll wrap all my hair round his neck' – the sea's rising,
 the boat must be lightened. he's dead. he must go.' 


 see - quick - by that flash, where the bitter foam tosses, 
 the cloud of white faces, in the black open boat, 
 and the wild pleading woman that clasps her dead lover 
 and wraps her loose hair round his breast and his throat.
 'come, lady, he's dead.' - 'no, i feel his heart beating,
 he's living, i know. but he's numbed with the cold. 
 see, i'm wrapping my hair all around him to warm him.' -
- 'no. we can't keep the dead, dear. come, loosen your hold.

 'come. loosen your fingers.' - 'o god, let me keep him! ' -
 o, hide it, black night! let the winds have their way! 
 and there are no voices or ghosts from that darkness, 
 to fret the bare seas at the breaking of day. which choice best describes the conflict in this poem? the winds are rocking the boat. a man is thrown into the sea. a woman doesn’t want to let go of her dead lover. someone is crying in the darkness.

My pretty rose tree by william blake a flower was offered to me, such a flower as may never bore; but i said, ‘i’ve a pretty rose tree,’ and i passed the sweet flower o’er. then i went to my pretty rose tree, to tend her by day and by night; but my rose turned away with jealousy, and her thorns were my only delight. what is the rhyme scheme of the two stanzas in this poem? a. abba, cdda b. abab, acac c. abab, cddc d. abaa, cddc

What is the tone in the short story tell-tale heart