Directions: Read these sentences from "The Immigrant Contribution." Identify each as simple, compound, complex, or compound-complex. Write your answer on the line. A simple sentence is one independent clause — a group of words that has a subject and a verb and can stand by itself as a complete thought. (Example: The dog chased the ball.) A simple sentence may have a compound subject or a compound verb or both.

A compound sentence consists of two or more independent clauses linked by a word such as and, if, but, so, or or. (Example: Mr. Roberts was a teacher, but he also coached soccer.)

A complex sentence contains one independent clause and one or more dependent or subordinate clauses—a group of words that has a subject and a verb but is not a complete thought. (Example: Although he was a science teacher, Mr. Roberts also taught math.)

A compound-complex sentence contains two or more independent clauses and a

wordsworth tends to see nature as 'out there'; a presence which surrounds humans, and contributes to human life, but is different from humans. if you look at a typical wordsworth poem (there was a boy, ye knew him well ye rocks) - wordsworth talks about nature as something that needs to be learned about and understood, nature is different from us.  

if you look at a byron poem (the isles of greece is a good one) - byron looks at nature mainly for what it already means to man. wordsworth will look at a landscape and see the mountains, trees, valleys, and rivers as almost spiritual presences - wordsworth wants to get to know nature.  

byron will look at the same landscape and he will want to know who lives there, what are the villages? are there any farms or mines, is there some history?  

wordsworth looks at nature for what it is; byron is forever asking what it means.  

wordsworth thinks that humans are part of nature; byron thinks that nature is part of being human

waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.

powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.

cascading and caressing each grain of sand,

a warm embrace between sea and land.

high above, a seagull soars high.

wings of purity it spreads to fly.

battling high against darkened cloud,

in a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

beneath, the sand is soft and warm.

sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.

a passionate battle between calmness and rage,

a new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.

i listen again to the whispering waves,

music of nature calming and brave.

its power unknown, its stillness untamed,

mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

plz mark brainliest

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love: happiness