Read the lines from "Song VII" by Rabindranath Tagore. My poet’s vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music. What is the effect of the author addressing the poem to a master poet? It allows the reader to visualize what the poet looks like. It makes the imagined addressee feel more present to the reader. It allows the reader to imagine what the music might sound like. It makes the figurative language of the poem stand out more.

Use the drop-down menus and your knowledge of suffixes to choose the correct word for each sentence. the searched for artifacts in a field. during the civil war, the country found itself in a state of near he was when he learned that the director had given the role to another actor.

Which two passages in this excerpt from the death of ivan illych does leo tolstoy use to suggest that ivan ilych feels like his life is slipping away from him? "what's the use? it makes no difference," he said to himself, staring with wide-open eyes into the darkness. "death. yes, death. and none of them knows or wishes to know it, and they have no pity for me. now they are playing." (he heard through the door the distant sound of a song and its accompaniment.) "it's all the same to them, but they will die too! fools! i first, and they later, but it will be the same for them. and now they are merry . . the beasts! " anger choked him and he was agonizingly, unbearably miserable. "it is impossible that all men have been doomed to suffer this awful horror! " he raised himself. "something must be wrong. i must calm myself—must think it all over from the beginning." and he again began thinking. "yes, the beginning of my illness: i knocked my side, but i was still quite well that day and the next. it hurt a little, then rather more. i saw the doctors, then followed despondency and anguish, more doctors, and i drew nearer to the abyss. my strength grew less and i kept coming nearer and nearer, and now i have wasted away and there is no light in my eyes.

Some keep the sabbath in surplice - i just wear my wings - and instead of tolling the bell, for church, - our little sexton - sings