Read the extract and answer Questions 17 and 18.

I find no peace and all my war is done

I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.

Read the passage and answer the question that follows

On, on, on, over the countless miles of angry space roll the long heaving billows. Mountains and caves are here; for what is now the other; then all is but a boiling heap of rushing water. Pursuit, and flight and mad return of wave on wave, and savage struggle, ending up in a spouting up of foam that whitens the black night; incessant change of place and form and hue; constancy in nothing but eternal strife. 

On, on, on, they roll and darker frows the night; and louder howls the wind and more clamorous and fierce become the million voices in the sea, when wild cry goes forth upon the storm, 'A ship!'