Since you have completed the lesson, it’s your turn to test your knowledge of literary terms by answering the following multiple-choice questions.
Over my head the clouds thicken, then crack and split like a roar of cannonballs tumbling down a marble staircase; their bellies open—too late to run now!—and suddenly the rain comes down.
—Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire
A noiseless, patient spider, I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
—Walt Whitman, “A noiseless, patient spider”
You lucky to be a spider.
Cause it’s bad luck to kill you.
Lucky to be a spider.
It’s bad luck to kill you.
But if you wasn’t a spider.
Your day would sure be through.
—Langston Hughes, “403 Blues”