Which do phrases in this excerpt from Alexander Pope's "An Essay on Criticism" follow Such shameless Bards we have and yet tis true
There are as mad, abandon'd Criticks too.
The Bookful Blockhead. Ignorantly read,
With Loads of Learned Lumber in his Head,
with his own Tongue still edifies his Ears.
And always List ning to Himself appears.
All Books he reads and all he reads assails,
From Dryden's Fables down to Durfey's Tales.
with him most Authors steal their Works, or buy:
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Read the excerpt from act 3, scene 1, of julius caesar. servant. thus, brutus, did my master bid me kneel. thus did mark antony bid me fall down, and, being prostrate, thus he bade me say. "brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest. caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving. say i love brutus, and i honour him. say i feared caesar, honoured him, and loved him. if brutus will vouchsafe that antony may safely come to him and be resolved how caesar hath deserved to lie in death, mark antony shall not love caesar dead so well as brutus living, but will follow the fortunes and affairs of noble brutus thorough the hazards of this untrod state with all true faith.” so says my master antony

Which of the following is a complex sentence? a. after henry submitted his essay, he realized that he hadn't proofread the last page. b. identity theft is a growing problem, especially among seniors. c. we didn't have enough potatoes for dinner, so we served rice instead. d. jim tried to watch a video on a device connected to a crowded wireless network; as a result, the video stuttered and froze.

This excerpt is from “the poet” by alfred, lord tennyson. the poem describes a poet's consciousness and perception. which three lines suggest the richness of a poet's thoughts? thus truth was multiplied on truth, [the world like one great garden show'd,] and thro' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd, rare sunrise flow'd. [and freedom rear'd in that august sunrise] her beautiful bold brow, when rites and forms before his burning eyes melted like snow. [there was no blood upon her maiden robes] sunn'd by those orient skies; but round about the circles of the globes of her keen eyes and in her raiment's hem was traced in flame wisdom, a name to shake [all evil dreams of power--a sacred name.] and when she spake, [her words did gather thunder as they ran,] and as the lightning to the thunder which follows it, riving the spirit of man, making earth wonder, so was their meaning to her words. no sword of wrath her right arm whirl'd, [ but one poor poet's scroll, and with 'his' word] she shook the world.