Tag: literature

As usual, the answers to my earlier questions are in bold below. But in a change from normal, I have decided to include the questions as well but will strike out the incorrect alternative answers. I am not sure if it will be permanent or not.

1. (V) In which state is Naulakha, the home built for Rudyard Kipling in 1892-93?
   • Veracruz, Mexico
   • Vermont, US—Naulakha, a historic Shingle Style house in Dummerston, Vermont, was built in 1893 and served as Rudyard Kipling’s home until 1896. During this time, Kipling wrote several notable works, including Captains Courageous and The Jungle Book. The house, named after the Naulakha Pavilion in Lahore, is now owned by the Landmark Trust and available for rent.
   • Virginia, US

   

2. (W) What are Caol Ila, Laphroaig and Rosebank?
   • Water (spring water)
   • Wine
   • Whisky—Malt whisky is made from malted barley and can be single malt if produced at a single distillery. Other malted grains can be used, but the whisky is then specified by the grain. Caol Ila and Laphroaig are both from the Isle of Islay, Scotland; Rosebank is a malt from the Scottish lowlands.
3. (X) Which of these words is omitted from this poem’s opening lines?
   • Xagacía
   • Xai-xai
   • Xanadu—the quote is below and the complete poem is at the bottom of the post.

     In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
     A stately pleasure-dome decree:
     Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
     Through caverns measureless to man
     Down to a sunless sea.

4. (Y) Which former Soviet republic capital is located on the Hrazdan River?
   • Yaounde
   • Yaren
   • Yerevan—the capital of Armenia, is one of the world’s oldest continuously inhabited cities. Founded in 782 BC as the fortress of Erebuni, it has served as Armenia’s capital since 1918. Yerevan is a cultural and industrial centre, home to numerous landmarks, museums and theatres.
5. (Z) What activity consisting of rolling downhill inside an orb, typically made of transparent plastic, pictured, is taking place here?
   • Zooming
   • Zorbing—or globe-riding, involves rolling downhill inside a transparent plastic orb. There are two types of orbs: harnessed for one to two riders and non-harnessed for up to three riders.
   • Zowing

Kubla Khan

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.