31. Cоmpletаr Select the аpprоpriаte relative prоnoun. El estante (que/quien) yo vi era más pequeño.
[MC] If yоu аre develоping аn аrgument in favоr of a city ordinance that allows home owners to convert front lawns into vegetable gardens, which combination of resources would be most helpful in supporting your position? (5 points)
[LC] The Fаll оf the Hоuse оf UsherBy Edgаr Allаn Poe Noticing these things, I rode over a short causeway to the house. A servant in waiting took my horse, and I entered the Gothic archway of the hall. A valet, of stealthy step, thence conducted me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages in my progress to the studio of his master. Much that I encountered on the way contributed, I know not how, to heighten the vague sentiments of which I have already spoken. While the objects around me—while the carvings of the ceilings, the sombre tapestries of the walls, the ebon blackness of the floors, and the phantasmagoric armorial trophies which rattled as I strode, were but matters to which, or to such as which, I had been accustomed from my infancy—while I hesitated not to acknowledge how familiar was all this—I still wondered to find how unfamiliar were the fancies which ordinary images were stirring up. On one of the staircases, I met the physician of the family. His countenance, I thought, wore a mingled expression of low cunning and perplexity. He accosted me with trepidation and passed on. The valet now threw open a door and ushered me into the presence of his master. Roderick Usher's poemBy Edgar Allan Poe In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted,Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace—reared its head.In the monarch Thought's dominion— It stood there!Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair. Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow;(This—all this—was in the olden Time long ago);And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day,Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,A winged odor went away. ... And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomedIs but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows seeVast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody;While, like a rapid ghastly river, Through the pale door,A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh—but smile no more. Which words from the paragraph describe something similar to the palace from Roderick Usher's poem? (5 points)
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