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Ireally need on this i will name you brainliest if you . mr. frost's book reveals a disease which is eating into the vitals of our new england life, at least in its rural communities. what is there in the hard, vigorous climate of these states which plants the seeds of degeneration? is the violence and ugliness of their religious belief the cause of these twisted and tortured lives? have the sane, full-blooded men all been drafted away to the cities, or the west, leaving behind only feeble remainders of a once fine stock? mr. frost's is not the kindly new england of whittier, nor the humorous and sensible one of lowell; it is a latter-day new england, where a civilization is decaying to give place to another and very different one. based on what you have read in “a servant to servants,” do you agree with lowell’s analysis? cite evidence and examples from the poem to support your response of at least 150 words.

Read this excerpt from holes. at the time, elya thought nothing of the curse. he was just a fifteen-year-old kid, and “eternity” didn’t seem much longer than a week from tuesday. besides, he liked madame zeroni and would be glad to carry her up the mountain. he would have done it right then and there, but he wasn’t yet strong enough. how does this section of the flashback relate to stanley? a.elya was much older during his difficult time than stanley was during his. b.elya’s physical weakness parallels stanley’s physical weakness. c.elya, like stanley, lives in the moment and does not consider the future. d.elya, like stanley, likes the character who is giving him a hard time.

Write an adaptation for an audience expecting a modern english answer ! shakespeare’s language: but soft, what light through yonder window breaks? it is the east and juliet is the sun! arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair than she.be not her maid, since she is envious; her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. cast it off.it is my lady, o, it is my love! o that she knew she were! she speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that? her eye discourses, i will answer it. i am too bold: 'tis not to me she speaks.two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyesto twinkle in their spheres till they return.what if her eyes were there, they in her head? the brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,as daylight doth a lamp. her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so brightthat birds would sing and think it were not night.see how she leans her cheek upon her hand o that i were a glove upon that hand,that i might touch that cheek!