Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark:
For though from out our bourn' of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Answer:
the door creaked and a rectangle of light fell onto the magazine that jim was reading.he looked up. I went into the lobby. I am nineteen,tall and thin.
"looking for someone?: he asked from me
"no" I said.my long fingers trambled as the fumbled with the buttons of my coat.
"well,may I help you with something?:
"no" I dropped my coat onto the worn tweed sofa and sat down slowly. in the light from the window my pale cheeks gleamed as if wet.
he is sick Jim thought going over him.a narrow hand reached out and seized my wrist,cold,strong fingers twining around my arm like vines or snakes.jim fought the impulse to pull away ,looking down instead into my troubled , gray eyes...
I think it is correct
can you give me a brainliest....
Answer:
1 False 3 True 4 False 5 False 10 False
