PLEASE HELP The following poem is an example of an extended metaphor. An extended metaphor is the same as a normal metaphor, it's just longer and a comparison that is used for many sentences or a situation. After reading the poem, please answer the following questions:

1. What is the metaphor?

2. What is the purpose of the metaphor? How does it help the reader understand what the speaker is saying?

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune - without words,

And never stops at all,

And the sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

You have been given the assignment of speaking about the affects of illegal drug use on youth in america. which of the following types of research is likely not to be necessary while preparing for your speech? a. a government website with statistics on convictions for possession among adolescents under the age of 18 b. a library book about the pharmaceutical drug industry in america c. a recent article from cnn.com about a special home for teenagers addicted to drugs d. a website that provides support for parents whose children are in rehab

In the chaste adventures of joseph: a comedy, the garden outside the potiphar’s home symbolizes growth and natural beauty, and it highlights the

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.