Osinner! consider the fearful danger you are in: it is a great furnace of wrath, a wide and bottomless pit, full of fire of wrath, provoked and incensed as much against you, as against many of the d in hell. you hang by a slender thread, with the flames of divine wrath flashing about it and ready every moment to singe it and burn it asunder (meaning "to pieces"), and you to keep off the flames of wrath, nothing of your own, nothing that you have ever done, nothing that you can do to induce (meaning "to convince") god to spare you one moment." (jonathan edwards, sinners in the hands of an angry god)
the perspective of this passage can best be described as:

general

the author himself

specific to witches

specific to sinners

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

Pls excerpted from "hope is the thing with feathers" by emily dickinson [2] and sweetest—in the gale—is heard— and sore must be the storm— that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm— [3] i've heard it in the chillest land— and on the strangest sea— yet, never, in extremity, it asked a crumb—of me. in the last stanza, the author writes that the little bird “never … asked a crumb of me.” which type of figurative language is evident in these lines? a. onomatopoeia b. alliteration c. assonance d. personification

What is the subject matter of the book a long way gone by ishmael beah? a. beah's experience as a boy soldier b. the life of a child kidnapped into slavery c. a story about the civil war in nigeria d. a novel about a fictional hero of war select the best answer from the choices provided a b c d