What is the central idea of the sonnet? The speaker considers his love to be his muse.
The speaker wants his muse to help him immortalize his love.
The speaker fears that his love is growing old faster than he would like.
The speaker thinks that his muse is forgetful and lazy and wastes a lot of time.

Which evidence supports the inference that nora is afraid of what torvald will say if krogstad tells him about her forgery? do it for my sake—for your own sake—for the children's sake." "you don't know what that letter can bring upon us." "yes, it's too late." "you will never have to do that."

Announcer two: ladies and gentlemen, following on the news given in our bulletin a moment ago, the government meteorological bureau has requested the large observatories of the country to keep an astronomical watch on any further disturbances occurring on the planet mars. due to the unusual nature of this occurrence, we have arranged an interview with noted astronomer professor pierson, who will give us his views on the event. in a few moments we will take you to the princeton observatory at princeton, new jersey. we return you until then to the music of ramón raquello and his orchestra. the passage is from the transcript of the radio adaptation of the war of the worlds by h. g. wells. instead of including expert interviews, h. g. wells uses a narrator to tell about an alien invasion that occurred a few years earlier. by including expert interviews, how does the radio broadcast change the story most effectively? o.a. it puts the story in the past tense, increasing its personal tone. o o b. it makes the broadcast sound more like a fictional story. o o c. it makes the broadcast sound like a news report. o d. it makes the story sound less believable by changing who presents the story's details.

In the sweet hereafter and the following poem, what does the newborn symbolize? "every death is magic from the enemy to be avenged" by brooks haxton when fever burned the last light out of my daughter's eyes, i swore to find and kill the ones to blame. men must mount the long boat in the dark with spears. at dawn, where the flowering spicebush hid my scent, i crouched. a young wife, newborn slung across her chest, came first for spring water. she stooped. my god, for vengeance, spoke her secret name inside my ear. her god stepped back with no scream, his right hand at his mouth, the knuckles clenched between the pointed teeth. death is not evil. innocence of childhood the continuing cycle of life and death the children that will never be born