Read the following excerpt from “Greece” by Oscar Wilde. The sea was sapphire [colored], and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the eastward lie.

Which words does the poet include to help the reader visualize the scene?

“The sea was sapphire”
“through the air”
“was blowing fair”
“to the eastward lie”

You learned in this lesson that the mythical trojan war was instrumental in forming greek culture. it has been said that there were no real "greeks" before this, just relatively unconnected kingdoms in the land that would later be called greece. how did the story of the war "make" greek culture? select all that apply. it provided something for all greeks to talk about. it gave greeks a common history. it represented a moment when the different kingdoms came together for a common cause, unifying the different kingdoms into one greece. it showed how agamemnon conquered the lesser kingdoms and unified them under his rule.

Ineed advice. i have a lot of friends at school but recently my best friend for some reason didn’t like our friend group. she wanted to switch to a new table during lunch. she said she found a new table where we would be welcomed if i wanted to come. i agreed because i knew i would continue to talk to them outside of lunch. after a month or two, my best friend got mad at our new lunch table group. so she left for a day or two, but i stayed because i actually kinda liked it there, even if it was kinda crazy. then she came back to the table. eventually i started to miss my old friends at my old lunch table. so i went over there for one lunch. then after lunch i sat at my new lunch spot before the bell rang. they all called me a traitor. so now i sit with my old lunch group, which is fine because i missed them, but i also miss my new, now old, lunch table. what should i do? p.s. sorry if you loose your last brain cells trying to understand this.

Which word best describes the author's tone in this excerpt from "that spot" by jack london? i don’t think much of stephen mackaye any more, though i used to swear by him. i know that in those days i loved him more than my own brother. if ever i meet stephen mackaye again, i shall not be responsible for my actions. it passes beyond me that a man with whom i shared food and blanket, and with whom i mushed over the chilcoot trail, should turn out the way he did. i always sized steve up as a square man, a kindly comrade, without an iota of anything vindictive or malicious in his nature. i shall never trust my judgment in men again. why, i nursed that man through typhoid fever; we starved together on the headwaters of the stewart; and he saved my life on the little salmon. and now, after the years we were together, all i can say of stephen mackaye is that he is the meanest man i ever knew. a. excited b. ironic c. indignant d. playful