CTET Paper-I English: Questions 274 - 280 of 294
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It is very hard to reconcile the ideas of various schools of thought on the question of education. Some people maintain that pupils at school should concentrate on a narrow range of subjects, which will benefit them directly in their subsequent careers. Other contend that they should study a wide range of subjects, so that they have not only the specialised knowledge necessary for their chosen careers but also sound general knowledge about the world they will have to work and live in. Supporters of the first theory state that the greatest contributions to civilisation are made by those who are most expert in their trade on profession. Those on the other side say that, unless that have a broad general education, the experts will be too narrow in their outlook to have sympathy with their fellows or a proper sense of responsibility towards humanity as a whole.
Question number: 274 (9 of 9 Based on Passage) Show Passage
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries,
“Boatman, do not tarry!
And I’ll give thee a silver pound
To row us o’er the ferry! “–
“Now, who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy weather? “
“O, I’m the chief of Ulva’s isle,
And this, Lord Ullin’s daughter.
“And fast before her father’s men
Three days we’ve fled together,
For should he find us in the glen,
My blood would stain the heather.
“His horsemen hard behindus ride
Should they our steps discover,
Then, who will cheer my bonny bride
When they have slain her lover? “–
“And by my word! the bonny bride
In danger shall not tarry;
So, though the waves are raging white,
I’ll row you o’er the ferry. “–
By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking;
And in the scowl of heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.
But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.
– Thomas Campbell