4. Mr. White insists that his wife lets him make another wish. What is the verb that's not right or something that's spelt wrong

Read the poem. "there is no frigate like a book" (1263) by emily dickinson there is no frigate like a book to take us lands away, nor any coursers like a page of prancing poetry-- this traverse may the poorest take without oppress of toll-- how frugal is the chariot that bears the human soul. what is the primary metaphor in this poem? question 1 options: the reading experience is compared to taking a journey. a ship is compared to a book. a horse is compared to a page. a chariot is compared to a soul.

Analyze this lead sentence. in moscow on friday, jewish activist anatoly scharansky was sentenced to thirteen years in prison for high treason because of his activities as a spy for the united states. match the answer to the question. 1.why? jewish activist anatoly scharansky 2.who? sentenced to 13 years in prison 3. what? for high treason: spying for the united states 4.where? friday 5.when? moscow

Which excerpts from the war of the worldseffectively use setting to provide a contrast to the horror of the plot? (select all that apply.)the war of the worldshe remained standing at the edge of the pit that the thing had made for itself, staring at its strange appearance, astonished chiefly at its unusual shape and colour, and dimly perceiving even then some evidence of design in its arrival. the early morning was wonderfully still, and the sun, just clearing the pine trees towards weybridge, was already warm. they shouted consolation and promises, and went off back to the town again to get . one can imagine them, covered with sand, excited and disordered, running up the little street in the bright sunlight just as the shop folks were taking down their shutters and people were opening their bedroom windows. it was glaringly hot, not a cloud in the sky nor a breath of wind, and the only shadow was that of the few scattered pine trees. the burning heather had been extinguished, but the level ground towards ottershaw was blackened as far as one could see, and still giving off vertical streamers of smoke. an enormous hole had been made by the impact of the projectile, and the sand and gravel had been flung violently in every direction over the heath, forming heaps visible a mile and a half away. the heather was on fire eastward, and a thin blue smoke rose against the dawn.