Read the excerpt from "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God." You will know certainly that you must wear out long ages, millions of millions of ages, in wrestling and conflicting with this almighty merciless vengeance; and then when you have so done, when so many ages have actually been spent by you in this manner, you will know that all is but a point to what remains. So that your punishment will indeed be infinite. Oh who can express what the state of a soul in such circumstances is!

Edwards uses the phrase “Oh who can express what the state of a soul in such circumstances is!” in order to
show what might happen if the reader disobeys Edwards.
describe what endless suffering looks and feels like.
illustrate that this type of suffering is unimaginable.
prove that very few people have survived limitless suffering.

On her zoo blog, bindi describes the experience of walking the red carpet with her mum that evening, and the unmatched joy of what happened soon after. “all the categories came up, but then mine did! they said all these top actresses' names then my name! the guy said 'and the winner is . . ’ . . my heart stopped . . ‘bindi irwin! ’ i could not believe it, i won! i was amazed, in tears, i could hardly talk! i’ll never forget that great trip! ” what does the hyperbole in the excerpt the reader understand about bindi? she had a medical problem. she was extremely frightened. she became very excited. she won an important award.

Explain the effect of the rhetorical questins for the below paragraph."i pinched myself: was i still alive? was i awake? how was it possible that men, women, and children were beiing burned and that the world kept silent? no. all this could not be real. a nightmare soon i would wake up with a start, my heart pounding, and find that i waas back in the room of my childhood, with my "

One element of lyric poetry is personal reflection. which lines in this poem most clearly illustrate that element? i wandered lonely as a cloudby william wordsworthi wandered lonely as a cloudthat floats on high o'er vales and hills,when all at once i saw a crowd,a host, of golden daffodils; beside the lake, beneath the trees,fluttering and dancing in the breeze.continuous as the stars that shineand twinkle on the milky way.they stretched in never-ending linealong the margin of a bay: ten thousand saw i at a glance,tossing their heads in sprightly dance.the waves beside them danced; but theyout-did the sparkling waves in glee: a poet could not but be gay.in such a jocund company: i gazed and gazed—but little thoughtwhat wealth the show to me had brought: for oft, when on my couch i liein vacant or in pensive mood,they flash upon that inward eyewhich is the bliss of solitude; and then my heart with pleasure fills,and dances with the daffodils.