A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth. There is this difference between a story and a
poem, that a story is a catalogue of detached facts, which
have no other connexion than time, place, circumstance,
cause and effect; the other is the creation of actions
according to the unchangeable forms of human nature, as
existing in the mind of the Creator, which is itself the
image of all other minds.

- "A Defence of Poetry,"
Percy Bysshe Shelley

According to the passage, what is the difference
between a poem and a story?

O A poem is difficult to read, while a story is
entertaining

O A poem includes facts, while a story focuses on
human nature.

O A poem is timeless, while a story is tied to a
particular place and time.

Select the correct answer. which theme is evident in this excerpt from alfred lord tennyson’s narrative poem “the charge of the light brigade”? “forward, the light brigade! ” was there a man dismayed? not though the soldier knew someone had blundered. theirs not to make reply, theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die. into the valley of death rode the six hundred. a. the folly of ambition and greed b. the inability of humans to face death c. the heroism of unquestioning sacrifice d. the futility of obedience

What is sue’s reaction to her phone call

Which sentence in this excerpt from leo tolstoy’s the death of ivan ilyich shows the human tendency to contemplate one’s past life? "but if that is so," he said to himself, "and i am leaving this life with the consciousness that i have lost all that was given me and it is impossible to rectify it—what then? " he lay on his back and began to pass his life in review in quite a new way. in the morning when he saw first his footman, then his wife, then his daughter, and then the doctor, their every word and movement confirmed to him the awful truth that had been revealed to him during the night. in them he saw himself—all that for which he had lived—and saw clearly that it was not real at all, but a terrible and huge deception which had hidden both life and death. this consciousness intensified his physical suffering tenfold. he groaned and tossed about, and pulled at his clothing which choked and stifled him. and he hated them on that account. he was given a large dose of opium and became unconscious, but at noon his sufferings began again. he drove everybody away and tossed from side to side. his wife came to him and said: "jean, my dear, do this for me. it can't do any harm and often . healthy people often do it." he opened his eyes wide. "what? take communion? why? it's unnecessary! " she began to cry. "yes, do, my dear. i'll send for our priest. he is such a nice man." "all right. very well," he muttered. when the priest came and heard his confession, ivan ilyich was softened and seemed to feel a relief from his doubts and consequently from his sufferings, and for a moment there came a ray of hope. he again began to think of the vermiform appendix and the possibility of correcting it. he received the sacrament with tears in his eyes.