1. The crucial colonial dynamic that Brian Friel’s Translation demonstrates is how the eradication of Irish as an indigenous language affects a community (Baile Beag) that has only language as its prized gift. Elaborate on the ways in which the play reveals language as a crucial site of existential contestation and identity politics in post/colonial settings.

Read the stanza from "i wandered lonely as a cloud" and answer the question. [1]i wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills, when all at once i saw a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils; [5]beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze. what is the effect of describing all the places the daffodils can be seen? it conveys the idea that they are common. it creates a feeling of awe and delight. it makes the reader feel overwhelmed. it shows how difficult it is to grow daffodils.

What is significant about the language in this excerpt from our town? select all that apply. it lacks specificity. it creates an enthusiastic tone. it makes weddings seem dull and uninspiring. it encourages the audience to make inferences about weddings.

This excerpt is from “the poet” by alfred, lord tennyson. the poem describes a poet's consciousness and perception. which three lines suggest the richness of a poet's thoughts? thus truth was multiplied on truth, [the world like one great garden show'd,] and thro' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd, rare sunrise flow'd. [and freedom rear'd in that august sunrise] her beautiful bold brow, when rites and forms before his burning eyes melted like snow. [there was no blood upon her maiden robes] sunn'd by those orient skies; but round about the circles of the globes of her keen eyes and in her raiment's hem was traced in flame wisdom, a name to shake [all evil dreams of power--a sacred name.] and when she spake, [her words did gather thunder as they ran,] and as the lightning to the thunder which follows it, riving the spirit of man, making earth wonder, so was their meaning to her words. no sword of wrath her right arm whirl'd, [ but one poor poet's scroll, and with 'his' word] she shook the world.