Read the following poem:
that echoing cough
rattled the home
the whole night through
'til morning come
what is most likely to be the author's intended use of eye rhyme in this
excerpt?
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a. for the reader to sense the light and silly tone of the poem
b. for the reader to rely more on the images than the sounds of the
words
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c. for the reader to appreciate the nuances of letter-sound
relationships
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d. for the reader to easily memorize the stanzas of the poem

What do mcmahon’s references to thomas carlyle and john stuart mill do for his own image and credibility?

Read this excerpt from white fang by jack london. the qualities in his kind that in the beginning made it possible for them to come in to the fires of men, were qualities capable of development. they were developing in him, and the camp-life, replete with misery as it was, was secretly endearing itself to him all the time. but white fang was unaware of it. he knew only grief for the loss of kiche, hope for her return, and a hungry yearning for the free life that had been his. which quotation from the paragraph supports the story’s theme of homesickness? “the camp life . . was secretly endearing itself to him all the time.” “but white fang was unaware of it.” “he knew only . . a hungry yearning for the free life that had been his.” “the qualities in his kind . . were qualities capable of development.”

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream