The complicated passage "those passions read/Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them,
and the heart that fed..." could be interpreted as meaning that -
a. human passion outlives memory and cannot be mocked
b. time does not destroy passion—in fact it feeds passion
C. We have only lifeless objects to remind us of human passions
d. the legend of Ozymandias will remain despite the ravages of time

Match each literary device to its definition. pun the use of humor and exaggeration to mock or criticize people's impractical thoughts and practices irony the use of words in a way that conveys the opposite of what they mean paradox the use of a word with more than one possible meaning with the intention of creating humor satire ideas or concepts that seem absurd or contradictory but are nevertheless true arrowboth arrowboth arrowboth arrowboth

Which of the following best explains why the author chose the compare-and-contrast structure for paragraph 2

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream