IGNOU BEGE-101
- From Language to Literature,
Latest Solved Assignment
(July 2024 - January 2025)

Q 1 Distinguish between literary and non-literary prose by giving suitable examples.

Q 2 Write short notes on the following

1. Assonance
2. Euphemism
3. Synecdoche
4. Hyperbole
5. Extension by magnification

Q 3 Fill in the blanks with suitable prepositions.

1. Some guests are coming over …..the evening.
2. I will never meet you ….4o’clock
3. She continued to work …..the end of the month.
4. We will not leave…..noon.
5. They waited for the doctor………midnight.
6. I was waiting for you …..the bus stop.
7. WE had planned to have the party….the lawn.
8. I offered my seat …..her.
9. Her spectacles were ….the table.
10. I saw them getting….the bus.

Q 4 Make five words using the prefix ‘dis’ and suffix ‘-less’

Q.5. Complete the following sentences by using appropriate articles.

1. Can you pass me ___ pen?
2. ___ moon looks beautiful tonight in ___ clear sky.
3. They are staying at ___ hotel near ___ beach.
4. I need ___ umbrella because it’s raining outside.
5. ___ teacher asked ___ students to complete their homework.
6. He is reading ___ interesting book about ___ history of art.

Q.6. Give the meanings of following phrasal verbs and use them in sentences of your own

1. Run into
2. Set up
3 Give in
4. Turn down
5. look forward to

Q 7. Read the following passage and point out literary and rhetorical devices in it.

The wind howled like a furious beast, shaking the windows and rattling the doors. Outside, the trees danced a wild, desperate waltz, their branches clawing at the sky as if begging for mercy. In the distance, the thunder roared, its voice a deep, menacing growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Tonight," I whispered, "the storm is a monster unleashed."
The rain pounded the earth, each drop a soldier in nature’s relentless army, while the night grew darker, swallowing the last traces of light. Time itself seemed to stand still, suspended in the grip of the storm’s wrath. It was as if the world had been silenced, all sound drowned by the symphony of chaos outside
But amidst the tempest, there was a strange, eerie calm within me. I knew this storm wasn’t just a force of nature—it was a reflection of something deeper, a mirror to the turmoil brewing inside. For every flash of lightning outside, there was a bolt of realization within, each illuminating the shadows of doubt and fear I had carried for far too long.