Literature In English Past Questions and Answers

Maria:If you desire the spleen,and will laugh<br/>yourself into stitches,follow me.yond gull<br/>Malvolio is turned heathen,a very renegado;<br/>saved by believing rightly,can never believe<br/>such impossible passages of grossness.<br/>He's in yellow stockings.<br/>Sir Toby:And cross-gartered?<br/>Maria:Most villainously;like a pendant that keeps<br/>a school in church.i have dogged him:<br/>like his murderer.He does obey every point<br/>of the letter that i dropped to betray him:<br/>he does smile his face into more lines than<br/>is in the new map with the augmentation of <br/>the indies:you have not seen such a thing as<br/>'tis.I can hardly forbear hurling things at<br/>him:if she do,he'll smile and take it for<br/>a great favour.<br/>(Twelfth Night)<br/>Which of the following statements reflects best the situation revealed above

New Year's Eve Midnight<br/>Now the bells are tolling-<br/>A year is dead.<br/>And my heart is slowly beating<br/>the Nunc Dimittis<br/>to all my hopes and mute<br/>yewnings of a year<br/>and ghosts hover round<br/>dream beyond dream<br/>Dream beyond dream<br/>mingling with the dying<br/>bell-sounds fading<br/>into memories<br/>like rain drops<br/>falling into a river.<br/>And now the bells are chimming-<br/>A year is born.<br/>And my heart-bell is ringing<br/>in dawn<br/>But it's shrouded things i see<br/>dimly stride<br/>on heart-canopied paths<br/>to a riverside<br/>The mood of the above poem is

In the fiction No Longer At Ease by Chinua Achebe,Obuajulu Okonkwo's fall can be traced to the fact that

'All's over,Sweet',he cried<br/>To the wife,thus guise;for the young page was she<br/>'Tis as we hoped and said't would be.<br/>He never guessed...we mount and ride<br/>To where our love can reign uneyed<br/>He's clay,and we are free.<br/>From Thomas Hardy's,The Duel)<br/>The theme of this poem is

Your hand is heavy,upon my brow<br/>I bear no heart mercuric like the clouds,to dare<br/>Exacerbation from your subtle plough.<br/>Woman as a clam,on the sea's crescent<br/>I saw your jealous eye quench the sea's<br/>Fluorescence,dance on the pulse incessant<br/>Of the waves.And i stood,drained<br/>Submitting like the sands,blood and brine<br/>coursing to the roots.Night,you rained<br/>Serrated shadows through dank leaves<br/>Till,bathed in warm suffusion of your dappled calls<br/>Sensations pained me,faceless,silent as night thieves.<br/>Hide me now,when night children haunt the earth<br/>i must hear none!These misted calls will yet<br/>Undo me;naked,unbidden,at night's muted birth<br/>('Night' by Wole Soyinka)<br/>in the poem above,Soyinka,