Q1.
(b)
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.
(T.S. Eliot)
(c)
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
(W.B Yeats)
(d)
Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalks
Of disappointment, for, though nothing balks
Each big approach, leaning with brasswork prinked
Each rope distinct.
(Philip Larkin)
(e)
And he left us
A changed mother
And more than
One annual ritual.
(A.K. Ramanujan)
