torn between crying for help- then not lettin them see me sweat... wishin to you I could just run away... To somewhere I still feel sane... 'Cause truth is I've been so goddam lost since that very day- And really I'm wishing that I could just catch a break... It's been HeII every couple days- And now, I'm here broken, expected to carry the weight... feel like I'm digging myself a grave- wanna cry. wanna cave... baby hold me-make me brave, teach me how not to be afraid... I am fine, now don't worry about me, The girl who dreams of death in her sleep. For fear is only a thing that creeps, Until it takes over and knocks you off your feet. Then... drags you down six feet underneath

No man thinks more highly than i do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the house. what appeal does he primarily use here?

What ideal of imagist poetry is best reflected in this poem by ezra pound in which he compares a crowded metro station to a flowering tree branch? in a station of the metro the apparition of these faces in the crowd; petals on a wet, black bough. a. poetry should be about urban subjects and ideas. b. old poetry should be rewritten in a modern style. c. poets should be able to describe ordinary subjects in new ways. d. poets should write about new subjects with conventional techniques.

Select the correct answer. lyric poems often deal with intense emotions. which statement best describes the shift in emotion in "lift every voice and sing" as it moves from the first into the second stanza? lift every voice and sing till earth and heaven ring, ring with the harmonies of liberty; let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies, let it resound loud as the rolling sea. sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us, sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us, facing the rising sun of our new day begun let us march on till victory is won. stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rod, felt in the days when hope unborn had died; yet with a steady beat, have not our weary feet come to the place for which our fathers sighed? we have come over a way that with tears has been watered, we have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered, out from the gloomy past, till now we stand at last where the white gleam of our bright star is cast. a. the joyful call of the first stanza gives way to a bitter recounting of history in the second. b. the first stanza's anger is replaced by the second stanza's resignation. c. the poem moves from a sense of wonder in the first stanza toward a sense of perplexity in the second. d. there is no change between the first stanza and the second. the emotions are the same in both.