Answer:
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Explanation:
Explanation: his word choice can explain alot about their story but we would need to see the story sowy :(
They are the children of an idle brain.
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So they are the creation of fantasy when you are bored
At the end of the play, they feel that macbeth is a murderous tyrant, but at the beginning they though he was a brave good man
