"Ode to a Nightingale"--John Keats The speaker refers to the nightingale as an "immortal Bird" because it doesn't know or fear death.
Answer the following statement true (T) or false (F)
True
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Una estudiante como tú. Read the following description of Lupe Zarzuela, an international student in the United States, and then decide if the statements below are verdadero(true) or falso(false). ? Lupe Zarzuela es de México y habla español. Estudia en la Universidad de California en Los Ángeles. Estudia geografía, inglés y economía. Toma clases todos los días por la mañana. Trabaja por la tarde en la librería de la universidad. Por la noche, descansa y habla por teléfono con sus amigas. Los fines de semana, Lupe pasa tiempo con su novio y mira la televisión. ? She is very introverted and unfriendly.
Answer the following statement true (T) or false (F)
Crane compares a wounded heart to
Stephen Crane (1871-1900), an American novelist and poet, is best known as the author of The Red Badge of Courage, a novel about a young soldier whose romantic notion of heroism is shattered in the trenches of the Civil War. Although Crane never served in the military, he saw his share of war and death as a journalist covering conflicts in foreign countries. “War is Kind” by Stephen Crane Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And affrighted steed ran on alone. Do not weep War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom – A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep War is kind. Swift blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest of red and gold, Those men were born to drill and die, Point for them the virtue of slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep War is kind. a. a son b. a button c. a shroud d. a losing regiment
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