Reading Comprehension Test - 2

Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow by choosing the answers from the given options.

Bird of Dreams

At night in dream I travel from my bed.

On wing of light I soar across vast skies

Where colours swirl and dance, and mingle and soar,

To far beyond the veil, where Phoenix flies.

The Phoenix is a wondrous bird of dreams.

Each five hundred years she builds a nest,

Piling feathers, branches, twigs, and leaves—

Now will she lay her eggs and sit to rest?

But no! The Phoenix strikes a blazing spark

And sets her cozy nesting place afire!

She dives in flight into the dancing flames!

Why does she go into the flaming pyre? fearful

There is no need to weep, for all is well.

For her the pyre’s fiery heat and flame

Burn away the years. She is reborn!

Her radiant, shining youth she doth reclaim.

The pyre burns down to ash, and all is still.

And from the ashen pile, her eyes alight,

The Phoenix rises up into the sky,

Renewed, with feathers luminous and bright!

And so this night, perchance my dreams will go

With wondrous Phoenix rising in the sky,

To soar among the planets and the stars,

Deep in the night to fly and fly and fly!

Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow by choosing the answers from the given options.

Bird of Dreams

At night in dream I travel from my bed.

On wing of light I soar across vast skies

Where colours swirl and dance, and mingle and soar,

To far beyond the veil, where Phoenix flies.

The Phoenix is a wondrous bird of dreams.

Each five hundred years she builds a nest,

Piling feathers, branches, twigs, and leaves—

Now will she lay her eggs and sit to rest?

But no! The Phoenix strikes a blazing spark

And sets her cozy nesting place afire!

She dives in flight into the dancing flames!

Why does she go into the flaming pyre? fearful

There is no need to weep, for all is well.

For her the pyre’s fiery heat and flame

Burn away the years. She is reborn!

Her radiant, shining youth she doth reclaim.

The pyre burns down to ash, and all is still.

And from the ashen pile, her eyes alight,

The Phoenix rises up into the sky,

Renewed, with feathers luminous and bright!

And so this night, perchance my dreams will go

With wondrous Phoenix rising in the sky,

To soar among the planets and the stars,

Deep in the night to fly and fly and fly!

Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow by choosing the answers from the given options.

Bird of Dreams

At night in dream I travel from my bed.

On wing of light I soar across vast skies

Where colours swirl and dance, and mingle and soar,

To far beyond the veil, where Phoenix flies.

The Phoenix is a wondrous bird of dreams.

Each five hundred years she builds a nest,

Piling feathers, branches, twigs, and leaves—

Now will she lay her eggs and sit to rest?

But no! The Phoenix strikes a blazing spark

And sets her cozy nesting place afire!

She dives in flight into the dancing flames!

Why does she go into the flaming pyre? fearful

There is no need to weep, for all is well.

For her the pyre’s fiery heat and flame

Burn away the years. She is reborn!

Her radiant, shining youth she doth reclaim.

The pyre burns down to ash, and all is still.

And from the ashen pile, her eyes alight,

The Phoenix rises up into the sky,

Renewed, with feathers luminous and bright!

And so this night, perchance my dreams will go

With wondrous Phoenix rising in the sky,

To soar among the planets and the stars,

Deep in the night to fly and fly and fly!

Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow by choosing the answers from the given options.

Bird of Dreams

At night in dream I travel from my bed.

On wing of light I soar across vast skies

Where colours swirl and dance, and mingle and soar,

To far beyond the veil, where Phoenix flies.

The Phoenix is a wondrous bird of dreams.

Each five hundred years she builds a nest,

Piling feathers, branches, twigs, and leaves—

Now will she lay her eggs and sit to rest?

But no! The Phoenix strikes a blazing spark

And sets her cozy nesting place afire!

She dives in flight into the dancing flames!

Why does she go into the flaming pyre? fearful

There is no need to weep, for all is well.

For her the pyre’s fiery heat and flame

Burn away the years. She is reborn!

Her radiant, shining youth she doth reclaim.

The pyre burns down to ash, and all is still.

And from the ashen pile, her eyes alight,

The Phoenix rises up into the sky,

Renewed, with feathers luminous and bright!

And so this night, perchance my dreams will go

With wondrous Phoenix rising in the sky,

To soar among the planets and the stars,

Deep in the night to fly and fly and fly!

Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow by choosing the answers from the given options.

Bird of Dreams

At night in dream I travel from my bed.

On wing of light I soar across vast skies

Where colours swirl and dance, and mingle and soar,

To far beyond the veil, where Phoenix flies.

The Phoenix is a wondrous bird of dreams.

Each five hundred years she builds a nest,

Piling feathers, branches, twigs, and leaves—

Now will she lay her eggs and sit to rest?

But no! The Phoenix strikes a blazing spark

And sets her cozy nesting place afire!

She dives in flight into the dancing flames!

Why does she go into the flaming pyre? fearful

There is no need to weep, for all is well.

For her the pyre’s fiery heat and flame

Burn away the years. She is reborn!

Her radiant, shining youth she doth reclaim.

The pyre burns down to ash, and all is still.

And from the ashen pile, her eyes alight,

The Phoenix rises up into the sky,

Renewed, with feathers luminous and bright!

And so this night, perchance my dreams will go

With wondrous Phoenix rising in the sky,

To soar among the planets and the stars,

Deep in the night to fly and fly and fly!

Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow by choosing the answers from the given options.

Yours Truly

When my mother writes a letter,

she uses her fountain pen and fancy paper

that she keeps in her desk

in a special drawer.

She slips in a photo and

chuckles as she writes about

me, about the weather, about

what she’s doing and hopes to do.

She licks a stamp, writes

carefully on the envelope,

and carries the letter to

the mailbox out by the road,

wondering how many days will pass

before it’s read.

When I write a letter,

I use my computer and fancy modem

that I keep in my room

on my special desk.

I enclose an attachment and

chuckle as I write about

my mom, about the weather, about

what I’m doing and hope to do.

I key in the address and a subject

and press SEND. My computer

buzzes and then – delivery!

It’s there, waiting for someone to

call it up on her screen

and read it now.

Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow by choosing the answers from the given options.

Yours Truly 

When my mother writes a letter,

she uses her fountain pen and fancy paper

that she keeps in her desk

in a special drawer.

She slips in a photo and

chuckles as she writes about

me, about the weather, about

what she’s doing and hopes to do.

She licks a stamp, writes

carefully on the envelope,

and carries the letter to

the mailbox out by the road,

wondering how many days will pass

before it’s read.

When I write a letter,

I use my computer and fancy modem

that I keep in my room

on my special desk.

I enclose an attachment and

chuckle as I write about

my mom, about the weather, about

what I’m doing and hope to do.

I key in the address and a subject

and press SEND. My computer

buzzes and then – delivery!

It’s there, waiting for someone to

call it up on her screen

and read it now.

Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow by choosing the answers from the given options.

Yours Truly 

When my mother writes a letter,

she uses her fountain pen and fancy paper

that she keeps in her desk

in a special drawer.

She slips in a photo and

chuckles as she writes about

me, about the weather, about

what she’s doing and hopes to do.

She licks a stamp, writes

carefully on the envelope,

and carries the letter to

the mailbox out by the road,

wondering how many days will pass

before it’s read.

When I write a letter,

I use my computer and fancy modem

that I keep in my room

on my special desk.

I enclose an attachment and

chuckle as I write about

my mom, about the weather, about

what I’m doing and hope to do.

I key in the address and a subject

and press SEND. My computer

buzzes and then – delivery!

It’s there, waiting for someone to

call it up on her screen

and read it now.

Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow by choosing the answers from the given options.

Yours Truly 

When my mother writes a letter,

she uses her fountain pen and fancy paper

that she keeps in her desk

in a special drawer.

She slips in a photo and

chuckles as she writes about

me, about the weather, about

what she’s doing and hopes to do.

She licks a stamp, writes

carefully on the envelope,

and carries the letter to

the mailbox out by the road,

wondering how many days will pass

before it’s read.

When I write a letter,

I use my computer and fancy modem

that I keep in my room

on my special desk.

I enclose an attachment and

chuckle as I write about

my mom, about the weather, about

what I’m doing and hope to do.

I key in the address and a subject

and press SEND. My computer

buzzes and then – delivery!

It’s there, waiting for someone to

call it up on her screen

and read it now.

Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow by choosing the answers from the given options.

Yours Truly 

When my mother writes a letter,

she uses her fountain pen and fancy paper

that she keeps in her desk

in a special drawer.

She slips in a photo and

chuckles as she writes about

me, about the weather, about

what she’s doing and hopes to do.

She licks a stamp, writes

carefully on the envelope,

and carries the letter to

the mailbox out by the road,

wondering how many days will pass

before it’s read.

When I write a letter,

I use my computer and fancy modem

that I keep in my room

on my special desk.

I enclose an attachment and

chuckle as I write about

my mom, about the weather, about

what I’m doing and hope to do.

I key in the address and a subject

and press SEND. My computer

buzzes and then – delivery!

It’s there, waiting for someone to

call it up on her screen

and read it now.