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patience is a gift to man

Which details support the idea that secrets are a leading cause of the catastrophe? check all that apply. “not so long as is a tedious tale” “their stolen marriage-day” “then comes she to me” “for whom, and not for tybalt, juliet pin’d” “for it wrought on her / the form of death”

Ireally need on this i will name you brainliest if you . mr. frost's book reveals a disease which is eating into the vitals of our new england life, at least in its rural communities. what is there in the hard, vigorous climate of these states which plants the seeds of degeneration? is the violence and ugliness of their religious belief the cause of these twisted and tortured lives? have the sane, full-blooded men all been drafted away to the cities, or the west, leaving behind only feeble remainders of a once fine stock? mr. frost's is not the kindly new england of whittier, nor the humorous and sensible one of lowell; it is a latter-day new england, where a civilization is decaying to give place to another and very different one. based on what you have read in “a servant to servants,” do you agree with lowell’s analysis? cite evidence and examples from the poem to support your response of at least 150 words.

Read this excerpt from "ain't i a woman? " by sojoumer truth in which three sentences does she make an emotional appeal to the audience by talking about her personal hardships? well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. {i think that 'twixt the negroes of the south and the women at the north, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon.} but what's all this here talking about? {that man over there says that women need to be into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. nobody ever me into carriages, or over mud puddles, or gives me any best place} and ain't i a woman? look at me! look at my arm! {i have ploughed and planted, and gathered into bars, and no man could head me! } and ain't i a woman? i could work as much and eat as much as a man - when i could get it - and bear the lash as well! and ain't i a woman? {i have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when i cried out with my mother's grief, none but jesus heard me! } and ain't i a woman? {then they talk about this thing in the head, what's this they call it? [member of audience whispers, "intellect") that's it, honey.} what's that got to do with women's rights or negroes' rights? if my cup won't hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?