Prospero’s speech beginning "Our revels now are ended" indicates his psychological state. What is the magician’s mood at this point in the play? Examine the text to analyze Prospero’a thoughts and feelings about himself, his art, and his accomplishments.

What statement best describes the central conflict in this passage from the diary of anne frank? because the franks are jewish and the van daans are not, the franks and the van daans do not get along. because they are jewish, the franks, the van daans, and mr. dussel are in hiding to avoid being discovered by the nazi party. anne does not discuss anything with her mother because she believes that her mother does not understand her. mr. and mrs. van daan argue because mrs. van daan does not think that mr. van daan has the right to sell her fur coat.

One element of lyric poetry is personal reflection. which lines in this poem most clearly illustrate that element? i wandered lonely as a cloudby william wordsworthi wandered lonely as a cloudthat floats on high o'er vales and hills, when all at once i saw a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils; beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze. continuous as the stars that shineand twinkle on the milky way. they stretched in never-ending linealong the margin of a bay: ten thousand saw i at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. the waves beside them danced; but theyout-did the sparkling waves in glee: a poet could not but be gay. in such a jocund company: i gazed and gazed—but little thoughtwhat wealth the show to me had brought: for oft, when on my couch i liein vacant or in pensive mood, they flash upon that inward eyewhich is the bliss of solitude; and then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils.

In the sweet hereafter and the following poem, what does the newborn symbolize? "every death is magic from the enemy to be avenged" by brooks haxton when fever burned the last light out of my daughter's eyes, i swore to find and kill the ones to blame. men must mount the long boat in the dark with spears. at dawn, where the flowering spicebush hid my scent, i crouched. a young wife, newborn slung across her chest, came first for spring water. she stooped. my god, for vengeance, spoke her secret name inside my ear. her god stepped back with no scream, his right hand at his mouth, the knuckles clenched between the pointed teeth. death is not evil. innocence of childhood the continuing cycle of life and death the children that will never be born