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I think, which rings looks like hoops , while standing at the free- throw line ?
it makes since it is talking about basketball. so hope this helps.
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1. The tallest tower in the world was built in 2005. (A.)
2. I will have been in Canada next summer. (B.)
3. The prefix ''re-'' means A. Again
4. The prefix ''under'' means B. Under
5. The meeting has been delayed until night due to rain. (C.)
The first thing to do is to understand what historical fiction is to then figure out if Ivanhoe, written by Sir Walter Scott in 1820, is indeed a work that belongs to this genre.
Historical fiction, by definition, is a genre that seeks to portray true historical events within a story or literary work that is not necessarily real. For example, many authors seek to create a story and choose a specific timeframe, event or timeline that fits within a certain historical moment. Although the story may not be real, its characters, settings or even events may be invented, some portions of the story, whether in the plot, the characters, or the environment in which the story takes place, may be from real-life historical events or people.
In the case of Ivanhoe, this particular literary work fits into the classification of historical novel and this can be seen because in portions of the text, you find allusions and direct mention of facts, names and events that are historically real. In this particular excerpt, you can see this in lines 4 to 8, where the author talks about the Saxons and their impact on the English way of life at the time mentioned in the story.
Third person limited is the narrator only knows the thoughts and feelings of one character - narrator is not a part of the story - uses “they”, “he”, “she.” Third person omniscient is point of view where the narrator knows all the thoughts, feelings, and intentions of all characters - “all knowing” “voice of god”
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark:
For though from out our bourn' of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
