“Remember, my soul, the thing we saw that lovely summer day? On a pile of stones where the path turned off, the hideous carrion---Legs in the air, like a horse---displayed indifferent to the last, a belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas.” Group of answer choices Wordsworth: Rainbow Keats: Ode to a Grecian Urn Baudelaire: Carrion Zola: Germinal

“Remember, my soul, the thing we saw that lovely summer day? On a pile of stones where the path turned off, the hideous carrion---Legs in the air, like a horse---displayed indifferent to the last, a belly slick with lethal sweat and swollen with foul gas.” Group of answer choices Wordsworth: Rainbow Keats: Ode to a Grecian Urn Baudelaire: Carrion Zola: Germinal