Selasa, 28 Oktober 2014

Direct Speech and Indirect Speech in Articles


Name : Rica Purnama sari
NPM: 18611369
Class: 4SA02 
Softskill – Pembelajaran bahasa inggris berbantuan komputer

Article 1

A Donor’s Passion Animates the Gamecocks’ Success
COLUMBIA, S.C. — Under the generous shade of oak trees in a parking lot across the street from Williams-Brice Stadium last Thursday afternoon, as many as 100 people mingled between a catered buffet and a trailer with an amply loaded bar.
Their host was Joe Rice, a South Carolina graduate (college and law school), a successful Charleston lawyer and a booster who in the last decade has, with his wife, Lisa, donated about $5 million to the Gamecocks athletic program.
Tailgate guests included an old friend who was Alpha Tau Omega’s treasurer when Rice was its president, the wife of a top South Carolina football recruiter and the 5-year-old daughter of a lawyer in Rice’s firm who could say on demand, “Beat those Clemson Tigers.” (The game that night was against Texas A&M.)
Also present was Dean Felber, a 1989 graduate, a winemaker and the bass player in a notable Columbia export, Hootie & the Blowfish. “Everyone knows Joe,” Felber said.
“I know most of them,” said Rice, 60, wearing a garnet polo shirt with the Gamecocks logo, gray khaki shorts and flip-flops. He presided as a father of the bride presides: charming but not eccentric, gregarious but not loud. Seven days a year (plus a few away games), Rice gets to be cock of the walk.
“I travel in a pack,” he said.
For Rice, being a benefactor is about nostalgia and fun. Perks include befriending the coach. Rice has taken Steve Spurrier on his yacht, and last year he went golfing in Ireland with Spurrier and his coaching brethren Kevin Sumlin of Texas A&M and Bob Stoops of Oklahoma.
It is also nice having things named after you. “You’re in his building,” Athletic Director Ray Tanner said, referring to his own office in the Rice Athletics Center, which opened in 2012.
Above all, Rice said, being a booster is about supporting a team and an institution that has been at the center of his sprawling personal and professional life.
“Helping it,” he said of football, “helps the university.”
Even aside from super-donors like Phil Knight (Oregon) and T. Boone Pickens (Oklahoma State), top athletic departments receive a large and disproportionately significant chunk of their financing from boosters. Their passion is part of what makes college sports distinctive.
 “He is sort of like the owner of a team,” Spurrier said when asked about Rice during the Southeastern Conference Media Days in July. “They put the money up. The good thing about it, they don’t tell us what to do.”
Tanner, speaking of the Rices, said, “Of all the conversations I’ve had with them, it’s never once been about any type of criticism or analysis.”
Still, boosters create “an interesting dynamic for state universities, which are in theory governed by the state,” said Joel Maxcy, a professor at Temple who specializes in sports economics. “You have individuals with financial wherewithal that do very helpful things but have considerable influence.”
Boosters could grow even more essential if athletic departments face higher demands because of the recent O’Bannon ruling, in which a judge said that players should be compensated for the commercial use of their names, images and likenesses, and major-conference autonomy, of which South Carolina’s president, Harris Pastides, was an important proponent.
“I don’t want to feel any effects financially of this landscape that changes,” Tanner said.
The new SEC Network may supercharge South Carolina’s revenue while not easing the pressure on donors in the conference, each of whose schools will get identical payouts.
The average Division I athletic department received a quarter of its “generated revenue,” or revenue not allocated from other parts of the university, from contributions, a close second to ticket sales as a source of funding, according to the N.C.A.A.
And that understates how vital boosters are, given that, as Rice put it, “you don’t build facilities on ticket sales.”
When it comes to donors, “there’s no cap there,” said Jeff Crane, South Carolina’s senior associate athletic director for development.“The donors determine the success of our program to a great extent,” Crane said.
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/09/01/sports/ncaafootball/a-donors-passion-animates-the-gamecocks-success-.html



ARTICLE 2
HANSEL AND GRETEL
Near a great forest there lived a poor woodcutter and his wife, and his two children; the boy's name was Hansel and the girl's Grethel. They had very little to bite or to sup, and once, when there was great dearth in the land, the man could not even gain the daily bread. As he lay in bed one night thinking of this, and turning and tossing, he sighed heavily, and said to his wife, "What will become of us? we cannot even feed our children; there is nothing left for ourselves."
"I will tell you what, husband," answered the wife; "we will take the children early in the morning into the forest, where it is thickest; we will make them a fire, and we will give each of them a piece of bread, then we will go to our work and leave them alone; they will never find the way home again, and we shall be quit of them."
"No, wife," said the man, "I cannot do that; I cannot find in my heart to take my children into the forest and to leave them there alone; the wild animals would soon come and devour them." - "O you fool," said she, "then we will all four starve; you had better get the coffins ready," and she left him no peace until he consented. "But I really pity the poor children," said the man.
The two children had not been able to sleep for hunger, and had heard what their step-mother had said to their father. Grethel wept bitterly, and said to Hansel, "It is all over with us."
"Do be quiet, Grethel," said Hansel, "and do not fret; 1 will manage something." And when the parents had gone to sleep he got up, put on his little coat, opened the back door, and slipped out. The moon was shining brightly, and the white flints that lay in front of the house glistened like pieces of silver. Hansel stooped and filled the little pocket of his coat as full as it would hold. Then he went back again, and said to Grethel, "Be easy, dear little sister, and go to sleep quietly; God will not forsake us," and laid himself down again in his bed. When the day was breaking, and before the sun had risen, the wife came and awakened the two children, saying, "Get up, you lazy bones; we are going into the forest to cut wood." Then she gave each of them a piece of bread, and said, "That is for dinner, and you must not eat it before then, for you will get no more." Grethel carried the bread under her apron, for Hansel had his pockets full of the flints. Then they set off all together on their way to the forest. When they had gone a little way Hansel stood still and looked back towards the house, and this he did again and again, till his father said to him, "Hansel, what are you looking at? take care not to forget your legs."
"O father," said Hansel, "I am looking at my little white kitten, who is sitting up on the roof to bid me good-bye." - "You young fool," said the woman, "that is not your kitten, but the sunshine on the chimney-pot." Of course Hansel had not been looking at his kitten, but had been taking every now and then a flint from his pocket and dropping it on the road. When they reached the middle of the forest the father told the children to collect wood to make a fire to keep them, warm; and Hansel and Grethel gathered brushwood enough for a little mountain j and it was set on fire, and when the flame was burning quite high the wife said, "Now lie down by the fire and rest yourselves, you children, and we will go and cut wood; and when we are ready we will come and fetch you."
So Hansel and Grethel sat by the fire, and at noon they each ate their pieces of bread. They thought their father was in the wood all the time, as they seemed to hear the strokes of the axe: but really it was only a dry branch hanging to a withered tree that the wind moved to and fro. So when they had stayed there a long time their eyelids closed with weariness, and they fell fast asleep.

When at last they woke it was night, and Grethel began to cry, and said, "How shall we ever get out of this wood? "But Hansel comforted her, saying, "Wait a little while longer, until the moon rises, and then we can easily find the way home." And when the full moon got up Hansel took his little sister by the hand, and followed the way where the flint stones shone like silver, and showed them the road. They walked on the whole night through, and at the break of day they came to their father's house. They knocked at the door, and when the wife opened it and saw that it was Hansel and Grethel she said, "You naughty children, why did you sleep so long in the wood? we thought you were never coming home again!" But the father was glad, for it had gone to his heart to leave them both in the woods alone.
Not very long after that there was again great scarcity in those parts, and the children heard their mother say at night in bed to their father, "Everything is finished up; we have only half a loaf, and after that the tale comes to an end. The children must be off; we will take them farther into the wood this time, so that they shall not be able to find the way back again; there is no other way to manage." The man felt sad at heart, and he thought, "It would better to share one's last morsel with one's children." But the wife would listen to nothing that he said, but scolded and reproached him. He who says A must say B too, and when a man has given in once he has to do it a second time.
But the children were not asleep, and had heard all the talk. When the parents had gone to sleep Hansel got up to go out and get more flint stones, as he did before, but the wife had locked the door, and Hansel could not get out; but he comforted his little sister, and said, "Don't cry, Grethel, and go to sleep quietly, and God will help us." Early the next morning the wife came and pulled the children out of bed. She gave them each a little piece of "bread -less than before; and on the way to the wood Hansel crumbled the bread in his pocket, and often stopped to throw a crumb on the ground. "Hansel, what are you stopping behind and staring for?" said the father.
"I am looking at my little pigeon sitting on the roof, to say good-bye to me," answered Hansel. "You fool," said the wife, "that is no pigeon, but the morning sun shining on the chimney pots." Hansel went on as before, and strewed bread crumbs all along the road. The woman led the children far into the wood, where they had never been before in all their lives. And again there was a large fire made, and the mother said, "Sit still there, you children, and when you are tired you can go to sleep; we are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening, when we are ready to go home we will come and fetch you."
So when noon came Grethel shared her bread with Hansel, who had strewed his along the road. Then they went to sleep, and the evening passed, and no one came for the poor children. When they awoke it was dark night, and Hansel comforted his little sister, and said, "Wait a little, Grethel, until the moon gets up, then we shall be able to see the way home by the crumbs of bread that I have scattered along it."
So when the moon rose they got up, but they could find no crumbs of bread, for the birds of the woods and of the fields had come and picked them up. Hansel thought they might find the way all the same, but they could not. They went on all that night, and the next day from the morning until the evening, but they could not find the way out of the wood, and they were very hungry, for they had nothing to eat but the few berries they could pick up. And when they were so tired that they could no longer drag themselves along, they lay down under a tree and fell asleep.
It was now the third morning since they had left their father's house. They were always trying to get back to it, but instead of that they only found themselves farther in the wood, and if help had not soon come they would have been starved.
About noon they saw a pretty snow-white bird sitting on a bough, and singing so sweetly that they stopped to listen. And when he had finished the bird spread his wings and flew before them, and they followed after him until they came to a little house, and the bird perched on the roof, and when they came nearer they saw that the house was built of bread, and roofed with cakes; and the window was of transparent sugar. "We will have some of this," said Hansel, "and make a fine meal. I will eat a piece of the roof, Grethel, and you can have some of the window-that will taste sweet." So Hansel reached up and broke off a bit of the roof, just to see how it tasted, and Grethel stood by the window and gnawed at it. Then they heard a thin voice call out from inside,
"Nibble, nibble, like a mouse, Who is nibbling at my house?" And the children answered, "Never mind, It is the wind."
And they went on eating, never disturbing themselves. Hansel, who found that the roof tasted very nice, took down a great piece of it, and Grethel pulled out a large round window-pane, and sat her down and began upon it. Then the door opened, and an aged woman came out, leaning upon a crutch. Hansel and Grethel felt very frightened, and let fall what they had in their hands. The old woman, however, nodded her head, and said, "Ah, my dear children, how come you here? you must come indoors and stay with me, you will be no trouble." So she took them each by the hand, and led them into her little house. And there they found a good meal laid out, of milk and pancakes, with sugar, apples, and nuts. After that she showed them two little white beds, and Hansel and Grethel laid themselves down on them, and thought they were in heaven.
The old woman, although her behaviour was so kind, was a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had built the little house on purpose to entice them. When they were once inside she used to kill them, cook them, and eat them, and then it was a feast day with her. The witch's eyes were red, and she could not see very far, but she had a keen scent, like the beasts, and knew very well when human creatures were near. When she knew that Hansel and Grethel were coming, she gave a spiteful laugh, and said triumphantly, "I have them, and they shall not escape me!" Early in the morning, before the children were awake, she got up to look at them, and as they lay sleeping so peacefully with round rosy cheeks, she said to herself, "What a fine feast I shall have!" Then she grasped Hansel with her withered hand, and led him into a little stable, and shut him up behind a grating; and call and scream as he might, it was no good. Then she went back to Grethel and shook her, crying, "Get up, lazy bones; fetch water, and cook something nice for your brother; he is outside in the stable, and must be fattened up. And when he is fat enough I will eat him." Grethel began to weep bitterly, but it was of no use, she had to do what the wicked witch bade her. And so the best kind of victuals was cooked for poor Hansel, while Grethel got nothing but crab-shells.

Each morning the old woman visited the little stable, and cried, "Hansel, stretch out your finger, that I may tell if you will soon be fat enough." Hansel, however, used to hold out a little bone, and the old woman, who had weak eyes, could not see what it was, and supposing it to be Hansel's finger, wondered very much that it was not getting fatter. When four weeks had passed and Hansel seemed to remain so thin, she lost patience and could wait no longer. "Now then, Grethel," cried she to the little girl; "be quick and draw water; be Hansel fat or be he lean, tomorrow I must kill and cook him." Oh what a grief for the poor little sister to have to fetch water, and how the tears flowed down over her cheeks! "Dear God, pray help us!" cried she; "if we had been devoured by wild beasts in the wood at least we should have died together." "Spare me your lamentations," said the old woman; "they are of no avail." Early next morning Grethel had to get up, make the fire, and fill the kettle. "First we will do the baking," said the old woman; "I nave heated the oven already, and kneaded the dough." She pushed poor Grethel towards the oven, out of which the flames were already shining. "Creep in," said the witch, "and see if it is properly hot, so that the bread may be baked." And Grethel once in, she meant to shut the door upon her and let her be baked, and then she would have eaten her. But Grethel perceived her intention, and said, "I don't know how to do it: how shall I get in?" "Stupid goose," said the old woman, "the opening is big enough, do you see? I could get in myself!" and she stooped down and put her head in the oven's mouth. Then Grethel gave her a push, so that she went in farther, and she shut the iron door upon her, and put up the bar. Oh how frightfully she howled! but Grethel ran away, and left the wicked witch to burn miserably.
Grethel went straight to Hansel, opened the stable-door, and cried, "Hansel, we are free! the old witch is dead!" Then out flew Hansel like a bird from its cage as soon as the door is opened. How rejoiced they both were! how they fell each on the other's neck! and danced about, and kissed each other! And as they had nothing more to fear they went over all the old witch's house, and in every corner there stood chests of pearls and precious stones. "This is something better than flint stones," said Hansel, as he filled his pockets, and Grethel, thinking she also would like to carry something home with her, filled her apron full. i! Now, away we go," said Hansel, "if we only can get out of the witch's wood." When they had journeyed a few hours they came to a great piece of water. "We can never get across this," said Hansel, "I see no stepping-stones and no bridge."
"And there is no boat either," said Grethel; "but here comes a white duck; if I ask her she will help us over." So she cried,
"Duck, duck, here we stand, Hansel and Grethel, on the land,
Stepping-stones and bridge we lack, Carry us over on your nice white back."

And the duck came accordingly, and Hansel got upon her and told his sister to come too. "No," answered Grethel, "that would be too hard upon the duck; we can go separately, one after the other." And that was how it was managed, and after that they went on happily, until they came to the wood, and the way grew more and more familiar, till at last they saw in the distance their father's house. Then they ran till they came up to it, rushed in at the door, and fell on their father's neck. The man had not had a quiet hour since he left his children in the wood; but the wife was dead. And when Grethel opened her apron the pearls and precious stones were scattered all over the room, and Hansel took one handful after another out of his pocket. Then was all care at an end, and they lived in great joy together. My tale is done, there runs a mouse, whosoever catches it, may make himself a big fur cap out of it.



These are the direct speech from two articles above:

Direct Speech in Statement (Article 1)
1.       “He is sort of like the owner of a team,” Spurrier said when asked about Rice during the Southeastern Conference Media Days in July.
2.      “I don’t want to feel any effects financially of this landscape that changes,” Tanner said.


Direct Speech in Question ( Article 1 )
3.      When at last they woke it was night, and Grethel began to cry, and said, "How shall we ever get out of this wood?
4.      "Hansel, what are you stopping behind and staring for?" said the father.

Direct Speech in Imperative
5.      "Do be quiet, Grethel," said Hansel. "and do not fret; 1 will manage something."
6.      the mother said, "Sit still there, you children, and when you are tired you can go to sleep; we are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening, when we are ready to go home we will come and fetch you."


These are the indirect speech (IS) form of the direct speech (DS) above:
1.      Direct Speech:  “He is sort of like the owner of a team,” Spurrier said when asked about Rice during the Southeastern Conference Media Days in July.
Indirect Speech:  Spurrier said that He was sort of like the owner of a team.
Explanation: The Subject in the Indirect Speech above is Spurrier. The Verb in the Indirect Speech is said. The rest of the sentence in the Indirect Speech is called noun clause that is sort of like the owner of a team.
            Indirect Speech is the spoken or written words as the are reported. In this sentence the reporting verb is in the simple present, the verb is is became was in the simple past tense.  

2.      Direct Speech: “I don’t want to feel any effects financially of this landscape that changes,” Tanner said.
Indirect Speech:  Tanner said that he didn’t want to feel any effects financially of this landscape changes.

Explanation:   The Subject in the Indirect Speech is he. The Verb is don’t want, and the rest of the sentence in the Indirect Speech is noun clause that the function as a object is to feel any effects financially of this landscape that changes.
            If the main verb of the sentences is in the past (e.g. said), the verb in the nun clause is usually also in a past form. For example : “I don’t want to feel any effects financially of this landscape that changes,” Tanner said. Then becomes Tanner said that he didn’t want to feel any effects financially of this landscape changes. We must change the tense. In direct speech uses Simpe present tense, the verb is don’t want, so we change to simple past tense, the verb is didn’t want.   

3.      Direct Speech:  When at last they woke it was night, and Grethel began to cry, and said, "How shall we ever get out of this wood? "But Hansel comforted her.
Indirect Speech:  Grethel asked him how should we ever got out of this wood ?
          Explanation:  The Subject of the indirect speech is Grethel. the verb is asked, the Object is the      noun  clause how should we ever got out of this wood.
      In the  Indirect speech we must change the question into noun clause. In this sentence there is auxiliary verbs is shall became should.

4.      Direct Speech: "Hansel, what are you stopping behind and staring for?" said the father.
Indirect Speech:  The father asked Hansel what did you stop behind and staring for.
Explanation: The subject in this direct sentence is Hansel and the verb is are. In indirect question we place the subject before the verb. The Object of the indirect speech is the noun clause what did you stop and staring for.
    In this sentences, we change direct speech into indirect speech, the tenses is simple present continuous to simple past tense, are into did. Notice in the example is we are not allowed to use question in the sentence.
5.      Direct Speech:  "Do be quiet, Grethel," said Hansel. "and do not fret; 1 will manage something."
Indirect Speech: Hansel ordered her to be quiet and do not fret as he will manage something.
Explanation:  Some verbs are followed immediately by a pronoun object and then an infinitive phrase. For example: order someone to, inivite someone to, tell someone to, etc. we should choose an appropriate reporting speech, so I used (order someone to).  Reporting speech: verb+ (pro)noun object + invinitive.


6.      Direct Speech: the mother said, "Sit still there, you children, and when you are tired you can go to sleep; we are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening, when we are ready to go home we will come and fetch you."
Indirect Speech: The mother warned them sit still here, when they are tired you can go to sleep; we are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening, when we are ready to go home we will come and fetch you."
Explanation: Some verbs are followed immediately by a pronoun object and then an infinitive phrase. For example: order someone to, inivite someone to, tell someone to, warn someone to, remind someone to etc. we should choose an appropriate reporting speech, so I used (warn someone to). Reporting speech: verb+ (pro)noun object + invinitive. Then became the mo The mother warned them sit still here, when they are tired you can go to sleep; we are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening, when we are ready to go home we will come and fetch you."



Selasa, 07 Oktober 2014

Active-Passive

Name : Rica Purnama Sari
Class: 4SA02
NPM : 18611369
The Story of An Hour

Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under the breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.
She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.
There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination.
And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!
"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.
Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven's sake open the door."
"Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window.
Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.
She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.
Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of the joy that kills.


Active voice
Explanation  :
In the sentence (1): She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same. The subject is she, the verb is didn’t hear, the object is the story as many women. The tense is past tense. The form in negative: subject + did + not + verb 1st form (hear). Hear is the regular verb. This sentence included to active voice.
In the sentence (2): She had loved him. The subject is she, the one who is doing the action. The verb is had love, the object of the sentence is him. The tense is past perfect. Love is the regular verb. This sentence included to active voice.
In the sentence (3): She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her. The subject is she, the verb is was beginning, the object is to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her. The tense is past continuous. This sentence included to active voice.
In the sentence (4): She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. The subject is she, the one who is doing action. The verb is didn’t stop. The object is to ask. To ask is infinitive. The complement is if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. The tense is past tense. This sentence included to active voice.
In the sentence (5): She clasped her sister's waist together. She is the subject, the one of doing action. The verb is clasped. The object of the sentence is her sister’s waist together. The tense is past tense. The form is subject+ verb 2nd + object. Clasped is regular verb. This sentence included to active voice.

Passive voice
In the sentence (6): Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death. The subject is Mrs. Mallard. The verb is was afflicted. The object is with a heart trouble. The pattern is past tense. The form is subject + was+ afflicated (verb 3). The afflicated is the regular verb. This sentence included to passive voice.
In the sentence (7): a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death. The subject is a heart trouble, great care. The verb is was taken. The object is to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death. The sentence is passive voice because the pattern is subject + was + verb 3. The form of the sentence is simple past of passive voice.
Japanese volcano erupts - level 3
This footage filmed by a Japanese hiker shows the eruption of Mount Ontake on Saturday.
The hiker can be seen moving down the volcano in an attempt to outrun the huge plume of volcanic ash.
Terutoshi Kuroda said he was on the Outaki trail close to the summit at 2,800 metres above sea level, when, at about at 11:45 local time, he and his fellow hikers noticed a massive billowing ash cloud above them.
His footage has captured people trying and failing to outrun a massive dark cloud before they were forced to cover their mouths and take shelter, as ash and rocks rained upon them.
Kuroda says he and his companions made it safely to a lodge and off the mountain.
Twelve bodies have been recovered from the peak but at least 36 are feared to have died.
At least 69 people have been injured, 30 of them seriously.
Source: www.ondemandnews.com

Passive Voice

In the sentence (8): the sentence is Twelve bodies have been recovered from the peak but at least 36 are feared to have died. The subject is twelve bodies, the verb is have been recovered, the object of the sentence is from the peak but at least 36 are feared to have died. Recovered is the regular verb. This sentence included to passive voice. The form is past perfect. The pattern of this sentence is subject + have + been + recovered.
In the sentence (9): the sentence is The hiker can be seen moving down the volcano in an attempt to outrun the huge plume of volcanic ash. The subject is the hiker, the one who is doing action. The verb is can be seen moving down. The object of the sentence is the volcano in an attempt to outrun the huge plume of volcanic ash. The sentence included passive voice. The form is future tense. The pattern is subject +modal + be + verb 3.
In the sentence (10): At least 69 people have been injured, 30 of them seriously. The subject is 69 people, the verb is have been injured, the object is 30 0f them seriously. The injured is regular verb. The sentence included to passive voice. The pattern is subject + have + been + injured. The object is 30 of them seriously. The form of the sentence is past perfect of passive voice.



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