WILL GIVE BRAINLIEST!! PLS HELP THE BEE is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.
The brooks laugh louder when I
come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver
mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day?

A lyric poem by Emily Dickinson

Directions: Choose the best answer
1. What makes this poem a lyric?
a) It tells the story of a historical event.
b) It is short, musical, and reveals the emotion of the speaker.
c) It is written in a special pattern of syllables.
d) It expresses sadness over someone who has died.

2. What is the purpose of this lyric poem?
a) to express the poet's feelings about nature
b) to show the habits of bees and butterflies
c) to speak to the nature of death
d) to reflect on a lost love

3. What are “the pretty people in the woods"?
a) neighbors who live in a house in the woods
b) tramps who are camping in the woods
c) fairies and elves
d) birds, animals, and insects

4. What traditional elements of a lyric are found in this poem?
a) It is written in first person and expresses the emotions of the poet.
b) It is written in third person and expresses the thoughts of the poet.
c) H is written in third person and describes a series of actions.
d) It is written in first person and tells of a true historical event

5. Write a one-sentence summary of this poem.

Select the correct text in the passage. in richard connell's short story "the most dangerous game," zaroffs aristocratic appearance and dignified manners mask his sinister, animalistic nature. which line from the excerpt best provides a glimpse into his true nature? rainsford's first impression was that the man was singularly handsome; his second was that there was an original, almost bizarre quality about the general's face. he was a tall man past middle age, for his hair was a vivid white; but his thick eyebrows and pointed military mustache were as black as the night from which rainsford had come. his eyes, too, were black and very bright. he had high cheekbones, a sharpcut nose, a spare, dark face-the face of a man used to giving orders, the face of an aristocrat. turning to the giant in uniform, the general made a sign. the giant put away his pistol, saluted, withdrew. "ivan is an incredibly strong fellow," remarked the general, "but he has the misfortune to be deaf and dumb. a simple fellow, but, i'm afraid, like all his race, a bit of a savage." "is he russian? " "he is a cossack," said the general, and his smile showed red lips and pointed teeth. "so am i." half apologetically general zaroff said, "we do our best to preserve the amenities of civilization here. forgive any lapses. we are well off the beaten track, you know." laughter shook the general. "how extraordinarily droll you are! " he said. "one does not expect nowadays to find a young man of the educated class, even in america, with such a naive, and, if i may say so, mid-victorian point of view. it's like finding a snuffbox in a limousine. ah, well, doubtless you