Read the following poem and answer the question that follows.

"beat! beat! drums! " by walt whitman

beat! beat! drums! —blow! bugles! blow!
through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
into the school where the scholar is studying,
leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride,
nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,
so fierce you whirr and pound you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.

in one paragraph of at least three to five sentences, analyze the tone and imagery used in the lines in bold. identify the mood the author intended to create with this imagery, as well as the connotations used in the words "solemn," "quiet," and "peaceful." use proper spelling and grammar.

Dogs make wonderful pets because they keep us happy and healthy, the topic sentence is "dogs make wonderful pets". can someone me write a unrelated sentences to the topic and can be eliminated. need asap

How are the two arguments made in the passages different? a. the first passage claims that pets in class will children with health problems; the second passage says pets will make some health problems worse. b. the first passage claims that students’ nervousness will decrease around pets; the second says that students’ nervousness will increase around pets. c. the first passage claims that pets will make the teacher’s work easier by keeping students busy; the second passage says pets will make the teacher’s work harder. d. the first passage claims that pets in school will be good for kids’ mental health; the second passage says pets will be bad for kids’ mental health.

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.