<p>tetra is four. pentameter is five...</p>
<p>Yeah, I was thinking of the wrong poem. See edit above. :)</p>
<p>elmo, are you sure about the "pit" one?</p>
<p>For the women's writer one - was it satiric or classical? I put classical, it refrenced satire in the beginning, but I didn't think the entire passage was supposed to be satirical...</p>
<p>Actually, for the pit/coxcomb/etc. one, I put "men." Because in the line specified in the answer choice, she was referring to men of previous years, who were supposedly more on equal ground with women. So she wasn't berating them; all the other choices referred to present men, who she WAS bashing.</p>
<p>The answer was "men". She didn't use it to refer to men, she used it to say that women can write like men. All the others (pit-beast, coxcomb, ect) were pejorative names for men that she used.</p>
<p>yeah! thats what i got 1a1ncx. she was definitely referring to the men of previous years.</p>
<p>I did the second line of the Women one, and I'm positive it had 10 syllables (did it multiples times on my fingers). It absolutely had an AA, BB ryhme scheme (Heroic couplets...). As for the coxcomb, it means jester/fool (I looked it up) and in context I think a fool would refer to men, but who knows (I don't have the text in front of me anymore!)</p>
<p>pit was not the right answer. the word 'men' was: it didn't refer to the present day men, but instead to the men of the old times.</p>
<p>it was not tetra or hexameter because it had 10 syllables, as #48 stated.</p>
<p>I definitely counted the meter wrong. Wasn't paying attention. Ah well, I missed that one. lol.</p>
<p>Yeah, coxcomb referred to men, for sure. It was the actual word "men" that wasn't referring to the men she was berating.</p>
<p>Anyone remember any phrases from that women writers poem? We could try to google it.</p>
<p>No there was no pentameter, only tetrameter and hexameter, thats why it worked...</p>
<p>Do you guys remember what you got for the Roman numeral questions? Does anybody remember any other questions?</p>
<p>What was the overall feeling of the Hills poem?</p>
<p>Yeah, so Heroic Couplet was the answer on that one. Not sure how I messed that up.</p>
<p>On the grief poem, what did the statue represent?</p>
<p>stoicism (thought that wasn't the exact wording of the answer choice)</p>
<p>I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless;<br>
That only men incredulous of despair,<br>
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air<br>
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access<br>
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness 5
In souls as countries lieth silent-bare<br>
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare<br>
Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express<br>
Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death—<br>
Most like a monumental statue set 10
In everlasting watch and moveless woe<br>
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.<br>
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:<br>
If it could weep, it could arise and go.</p>
<p>Here is the poem. One thing I can say about it is it sure gave me grief. And, also, now I'm hopeless. So woo-hoo for hopeless grief!</p>
<p>Here's the women poem...I didn't understand it at all...</p>
<p>I here, and there, o'reheard a Coxcomb Cry
Ah, Rott it---'tis a Womans Comedy,
One, who because she lately chanc't to please us,
With her Damn'd stuff will never cease to teaze us.
What has poor Woman done that she must be,
Debar'd from Sense and Sacred Poetrie?
Why in this Age has Heaven allow'd you more,
And Women less of Wit then heretofore?
We once were fam'd in Story, and cou'd write
Equall to men; cou'd Govern, nay cou'd Fight.
We still have passive Valour, and can show
Wou'd Custom give us leave the Active too,
Since we no provocations want from you.
For who but we, cou'd your Dull Fopperies bear,
Your Saucy Love, and your brisk Nonsence bear,
Indure your worse then womanish affectation,
Which renders you the Nusance of the Nation;
Scorn'd even by all the Misses of the Town,
A fest to Vizard Mask, the Pitt-Buffoone;
A Glass by which th' admiring Country Fool
May learn to dress himself en Ridicule:
Both striving who shall most Ingenious grow
In Lewdness, Foppery, Nonsence, Noise and Show.
And yet to these fine things we must submit
Our Reason, Arms, our Lawrells, and our Wit.
Because we do not Laugh at you when Lewd,
And scorn and cudgell ye when you are Rude;
That we have Nobler Souls then you, we prove,
By how much more we're sensible of Love;
Quickest in finding all the subtlest waies
To make your Joys: why not to make you Plays?
We best can find your Feables, know our own,
And Gilts and Cuckolds now best please the Town;
Your way of writing's out of Fashion grown.
Method, and Rule---you only understand,
Pursue that way of Fooling, and be Damn'd.
Your Learned Cant of Action, Time, and Place,
Must all give way to the unlabour'd farce.
To all the Men of Witt we will subscribe:
But for you half Wits, you unthinking Tribe,
We'll let you see, what e're besides we doe,
How Artfully we Copy some of you:
And if you're drawn to th' life, pray tell me then
Why Women should not write as well as Men.
(1678)</p>
<p>Just got home. This test was quite possibly the hardest test I have ever taken. I feel like a got < 600. :(</p>