1) ‘I’ll make a fine Nation of you, or I’ll die in the making!’
2) “I’ve come back,” he repeated; “and I was the King—me and Dravot—crowned Kings we was!
3) “I am telling you as straight as I can, but my head isn’t as good as it might be.
Explanation:
The first one is about his plans on becoming the new king, and to do that, he won't let anything get on his path to rule the whole kingdom, and if it does, he's capable of dying to get there.
The second one is an illusion, something that was happening only on his mind after drinking too much, but he realizes it after that.
The last one is a suffering, he is suffering for a specific reason that is pretty much influencing him to feel sad at the moment.
1. Spending time with loved ones
2. Hobby that you enjoy such as crafts, sports, playing games, watching tv...
3. Spending time with friends
4. Sleep or eating( if you enjoy that)
5. Another hobby you enjoy
Answer:
C. horribly beautiful
Explanation:
An oxymoron is when a statement includes contradictory terms in conjunction
horrible and beautiful are contradictory terms as they are seen as complete opposites (you would not use the word horrible to describe something beautiful as they mean completely diffferent things)
Answer:
I'm not sure exactly what your looking for because of your lack of directions, but all of the words that contribute to the dark an mysterious mood are;
Dreary
weary
dying
sorrow
sad
terrors
scarce
darkness
Explanation:
When the poet witnessed the death of her canary as a child, she was not immediately moved to "tears or sadness" but was struck by the "fitness" of the burial of the canary. However, she later experienced loss as an adult and felt a deep sense of grief:
Not knowing death would be hard
Later, dark, without form or purpose.
After my first true grief I wept, was sad, was dark, . . .
After she finished grieving, she recalled her childhood response to the death of the canary. She feels that her first response was wiser, though it seems to lack sensitivity. She feels that all human experience is a form of play, and death is a kind of farewell ritual:
The yellow bird sings in my mind and I say
That the child is callous but wise, knows the purpose of play.
