Read the excerpt from hamlet, act i, scene ii. gertrude: good hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, and let thine eye look like a friend on denmark. do not for ever with thy vailed lids seek for thy noble father in the dust: thou know’st ’tis common; all that live must die, passing through nature to eternity. hamlet: ay, madam, it is common. gertrude: if it be, why seems it so particular with thee? which is the best description of how gertrude is characterized in this passage? gertrude is oblivious to her son’s grief and focuses on her own happiness. gertrude is sympathetic of her son’s obvious distress and tries to comfort him. gertrude is critical of her son’s continued mourning and urges him to move on. gertrude is saddened by her son’s unhappiness and tries to distract him.

Read the lines from "she walks in beauty." the smiles that win, the tints that glow, but tell of days in goodness spent, a mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent! which of wordsworth's beliefs about poetry is illustrated in these lines by byron? a. poetry should present the ordinary in unusual ways. b. poetry should include fantastical, dreamlike settings. c. poetry should revolve around feelings and emotions. d. poetry should focus heavily on everyday situations.

In 1957, lester b. pearson sent peacekeepers to the middle east. subject of verb

Historical fiction is concerned with depicting historical figures and events in a new light. in this excerpt from arthur conan doyle's "the contest," which two sentences most clearly describe historical elements? policles sprang readily to his feet at the challenge, and the great company making way for him to pass, he found himself a minute later standing in his unkempt garb, with his frayed and weather-beaten harp in his hand, before the expectant crowd. he stood for a moment tightening a string here and slackening another there until his chords rang true. then, amid a murmur of laughter and jeers from the roman benches immediately before him, he began to sing. he had prepared no composition, but he had trained himself to improvise, singing out of his heart for the joy of the music. he told of the land of elis, beloved of jupiter, in which they were gathered that day, of the great bare mountain slopes, of the swift shadows of the clouds, of the winding blue river, of the keen air of the uplands, of the chill of the evenings, and the beauties of earth and sky. it was all simple and childlike, but it went to the hearts of the olympians, for it spoke of the land which they knew and loved. yet when he at last dropped his hand, few of them dared to applaud, and their feeble voices were drowned by a storm of hisses and groans from his opponents. he shrank back in horror from so unusual a reception, and in an instant his blue-clad rival was in his place. if he had sung badly before, his performance now was inconceivable. his screams, his grunts, his discords, and harsh jarring cacophonies were an outrage to the very name of music.