Read the excerpt from "a modest proposal."
the underlined portions of the excerpt are examples of
verbal irony because
a very worthy person, a true lover of his country, and
whose virtues i highly esteem, was lately in
discoursing on this matter, to offer a refinement upon my
scheme. he said that many gentlemen of this kingdom,
having of late destroyed their deer, he conceived that the
want of venison might be well supply'd by the bodies of
young lads and maidens.
this man truly is virtuous and patriotic, so swift is
surprised by the man's support of eating children to
solve the poverty issue,
anyone who is truly virtuous or patriotic would not
suggest using children for food, so swift means the
opposite of at he says.
this man is a close friend of swift's, so swift is just
expressing his personal thoughts and feelings about the
man's character
anyone who tries to better his country must be virtuous
and patriotic, so swift is simply explaining what is
already obvious to the reader.

Industrialization in europe changed the way people lived. the urban working class came into being, and with it came the drudgery of work. which two parts of this excerpt from franz kafka's the metamorphosis most closely reflect this impact of industrialization on people's lives? "what's happened to me? " he thought. it wasn't a dream. his room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. a collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table—samsa was a travelling salesman—and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "how about if i sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense," he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. however hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. "oh, no", he thought, "what a strenuous career it is that i've chosen! travelling day in and day out. doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there's the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. they can all go away! " he felt a slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on his back towards the headboard so that he could lift his head better; found where the itch was, and saw that it was covered with lots of little white spots which he didn't know what to make of; and when he tried to feel the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder. he slid back into his former position. "getting up early all the time", he thought, "it makes you stupid. you've got to get enough sleep. other travelling salesmen live a life of luxury. for instance, whenever i go back to the guest house during the morning to copy out the contract, these gentlemen are always still sitting there eating their breakfasts. i ought to just try that with my boss; i'd get kicked out on the spot. but who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me. if i didn't have my parents to think about i'd have given in my notice a long time ago, i'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what i think, tell him everything i would, let him know just what i feel."

At first i was afraid to approach him—then the fear left me. he was sitting looking out over the city—he was dressed in the clothes of the gods. his age was neither young nor old—i could not tell his age. but there was wisdom in his face and great sadness. you could see that he would have not run away. he had sat at his window, watching his city die—then he himself had died. but it is better to lose one's life than one's spirit—and you could see from the face that his spirit had not been lost. i knew, that, if i touched him, he would fall into dust—and yet, there was something unconquered in the face. how does the conflict at the beginning of the paragraph move the plot forward? the narrator realizes that he is scared of the gods. the narrator realizes that he distrusts the spirits the narrator realizes that the god was a man. the narrator realizes that he is powerful like the gods.

Max points and brainliest a prompt—executive bird is the jay by emily dickinson a prompt—executive bird is the jay— bold as a bailiff's1 hymn— brittle and brief in quality— warrant2 in every line— sitting a bough3 like a brigadier4 confident and straight— much is the mien5 of him in march as a magistrate6— legal officer legal action branch of a tree army officer (british) appearance judge i heard a bird sing by oliver herford i heard a bird sing in the dark of december. a magical thing and sweet to remember. "we are nearer to spring than we were in september,” i heard a bird sing in the dark of december. review the two poems. how does the structure compare in both poems? both poems have two stanzas. both poems are about birds. both poems use similes. both poems use metaphor.