If the book you are reading has multiple settings, how would you answer the question, what is the setting of your book?

Poetry is a huge part of literary history. it is also a part of musical history. from the lyrics of ancient folk songs to those of modern-day rap, musicians have used words in their art to express life, love, and culture. whether the melody comes first or the words do, it is a poet's job to make them work together. the music and words become partners in the goal of expressing ideas or affecting the listener in some way. we have all been turned into mush by a beautiful song with a sad message, and we have the musical poets to for that. based on the sentences in this paragraph, which statement is accurate? sentence 1 is a complex sentence that varies the style and tone of the paragraph. sentence 3 is a complex sentence that varies the style and tone of the paragraph. sentence 5 is a compound sentence that varies the fluency and style of the paragraph. sentence 6 is a compound sentence that varies the fluency and style of the paragraph.

With the extra income, the bookers moved to a housing project. "loveman's village was brick," wash said, "and it was warm and well lit. there was a bathtub. it had hot and cold running water. there was a gas heater with a thermostat that came on whenever it got cold." how does this excerpt readers make a personal connection to the story?

Which two passages in this excerpt from the death of ivan illych does leo tolstoy use to suggest that ivan ilych feels like his life is slipping away from him? "what's the use? it makes no difference," he said to himself, staring with wide-open eyes into the darkness. "death. yes, death. and none of them knows or wishes to know it, and they have no pity for me. now they are playing." (he heard through the door the distant sound of a song and its accompaniment.) "it's all the same to them, but they will die too! fools! i first, and they later, but it will be the same for them. and now they are merry . . the beasts! " anger choked him and he was agonizingly, unbearably miserable. "it is impossible that all men have been doomed to suffer this awful horror! " he raised himself. "something must be wrong. i must calm myself—must think it all over from the beginning." and he again began thinking. "yes, the beginning of my illness: i knocked my side, but i was still quite well that day and the next. it hurt a little, then rather more. i saw the doctors, then followed despondency and anguish, more doctors, and i drew nearer to the abyss. my strength grew less and i kept coming nearer and nearer, and now i have wasted away and there is no light in my eyes.