Write an interpretive essay that analyzes literature from the perspective of a quotation. in your essay, interpret the quotation and explain how it applies to literature you have read. support your viewpoint with evidence from a variety of literary texts that you have read. include precise language and literary terms. "that's what literature is. it’s the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! listen to them! "

Read the passage below my men came pressing round me, pleading: 'why not take these cheeses, get them stowed, come back, throw open all the pens, and make a run for it? we'll drive the kids and lambs aboard. we say put out again on good salt water! ' ah, how sound that was! yet i refused. i wished to see the caveman, what he had to offer – no pretty sight, it turned out, for my friends. -the odyssey, homer what inferences can be made about odysseus based on his choice to stay and see the cyclops? check all that apply. a.odysseus does not care about his crew. b.odysseus is curious about what the cyclops is like. c.odysseus wants to see if the cyclops will give him anything. d.odysseus is scared of the cyclops. e.odysseus needs to show who is in charge by not following what his men say.

Which sentence shows the correct use of a common homophone? the art teacher thought you’re drawing was exceptionally detailed. some of the neighbors just saw you’re dog running down the street. i think you left your biology notebook on the bleachers yesterday. if you want to finish the assignment, your going to need another pen.

Determine the rhyme scheme of the following poem by elizabeth barrett browning. xxiii is it indeed so? if i lay here dead, wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? and would the sun for thee more coldly shine because of grave-damps falling round my head? i marvelled, my beloved, when i read thy thought so in the letter. i am thine— but . . so much to thee? can i pour thy wine while my hands tremble? then my soul, instead of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range. then, love me, love! look on me—breathe on me! as brighter ladies do not count it strange, for love, to give up acres and degree, i yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange my near sweet view of heaven, for earth with thee!