Answer The Questions 1. Do you want to be remembered in two hundred years? (compound sentence with , fanboys) 2. How does “Ozymandias” and “I’m Nobody” di

Answer The Questions 1. Do you want to be remembered in two hundred years? (compound sentence with , fanboys)

2. How does “Ozymandias” and “I’m Nobody” differ in their attitudes toward memory? Does one poem embrace forgetfulness more than the other? (Complex sentence with a (wwww.sub-a-beauti)

3. What similarities can we observe between Shakespeare’s  “Sonnet 73” and “To the Virgins to Make Much of Time” (Compound sentence with ; fatcats, )

4. Do we want to desire the thing, or do we want to have the thing? (compound sentence)

5. Can you ever truly know somebody? Will there always be mystery when we confront the “other?” (Complex sentence with a wwww.sub-a-beauti)


After reading the poems, I would like you to respond to the following short answer questions. You have to respond using the sentence types (p.23-24) we learned about in this module. Remember there are three sentence types:

For each question, respond using the sentence type we learned about in module 3. Your response should only be one sentence long. You are graded on grammar and punctation. Ozymandias 

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I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold


That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see’st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed whereon it must expire,

Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.

This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time


Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles today

Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

The higher he’s a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer;

But being spent, the worse, and worst

Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,

And while ye may, go marry;

For having lost but once your prime,

You may forever tarry.

Richard Cory


Whenever Richard Cory went down town,

We people on the pavement looked at him:

He was a gentleman from sole to crown,

Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,

And he was always human when he talked;

But still he fluttered pulses when he said,

“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—

And admirably schooled in every grace:

In fine, we thought that he was everything

To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,

And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;

And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,

Went home and put a bullet through his head.

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