NEED ANSWER ASAP 1. Based on the section "Third longest river," why is the Yangtze important to China?

Poetry is a huge part of literary history. it is also a part of musical history. from the lyrics of ancient folk songs to those of modern-day rap, musicians have used words in their art to express life, love, and culture. whether the melody comes first or the words do, it is a poet's job to make them work together. the music and words become partners in the goal of expressing ideas or affecting the listener in some way. we have all been turned into mush by a beautiful song with a sad message, and we have the musical poets to for that. based on the sentences in this paragraph, which statement is accurate? sentence 1 is a complex sentence that varies the style and tone of the paragraph. sentence 3 is a complex sentence that varies the style and tone of the paragraph. sentence 5 is a compound sentence that varies the fluency and style of the paragraph. sentence 6 is a compound sentence that varies the fluency and style of the paragraph.

How does dr. king's understanding of "outsider" compare to the understanding of the writers of "a call for unity"? question 2 options: dr. king agrees with the clergymen that "outsiders" should not be involved in local conflicts because they makes things worse. dr. king defines himself as an "outsider," but the clergymen think he is an "insider." the clergymen define "outsider" as anyone anywhere who disagrees with their point of view and "insider" as anyone who agrees with them. the clergymen believe anyone outside of their city is an "outsider," but dr. king believes anyone in the united states is part of one common community.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream