Which represents the best interpretation of this verse by john keats? excerpt from “ode to a nightingale” by john keats thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! no hungry generations tread thee down; the voice i hear this passing night was heard in ancient days by emperor and clown: perhaps the self-same song that found a path through the sad heart of ruth, when, sick for home, she stood in tears amid the alien corn; the same that oft-times hath charmed magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairylands forlorn. forlorn! the very word is like a bell to toll me back from thee to my sole self! adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well as she is famed to do, deceiving elf. adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades past the near meadows, over the still stream, up the hillside; and now ‘tis buried deep in the next valley-glades: was it a vision, or a waking dream? fled is that music: —do i wake or sleep? a. the poet is expressing a wish for immortality. b. the poet is expressing a desire to return to a long-lost home. c. the poet is expressing his appreciation for nature. d. the poet is expressing a love of nature.

In this excerpt from "quality" by john galsworthy, which two parts clearly indicate the literary point of view of the essay? that tenement had a certain quiet distinction; there was no sign upon its face that he made for any of the royal family—merely his own german name of gessler brothers; and in the window a few pairs of boots. i remember that it always troubled me to account for those unvarying boots in the window, for he made only what was ordered, reaching nothing down, and it seemed so inconceivable that what he made could ever have failed to fit. had he bought them to put there? that, too, seemed inconceivable. he would never have tolerated in his house leather on which he had not worked himself. besides, they were too beautiful—the pair of pumps, so inexpressibly slim, the patent leathers with cloth tops, making water come into one's mouth, the tall brown riding boots with marvellous sooty glow, as if, though new, they had been worn a hundred years. those pairs could only have been made by one who saw before him the soul of boot—so truly were they prototypes incarnating the very spirit of all foot-gear. these thoughts, of course, came to me later, though even when i was promoted to him, at the age of perhaps fourteen, some inkling haunted me of the dignity of himself and brother. for to make boots—such boots as he made—seemed to me then, and still seems to me, mysterious and wonderful.