Read the poem "city trees" by edna st. vincent millay.

the trees along this city street,
save for the traffic and the trains,
would make a sound as thin and sweet
as trees in country lanes.

and people standing in their shade
out of a shower, undoubtedly
would hear such music as is made
upon a country tree.

oh, little leaves that are so dumb
against the shrieking city air,
i watch you when the wind has come,—
i know what sound is there.

what is the central idea of this poem?

city trees cannot compete with the beauty of trees in the country.
people in cities do not realize that their landscape needs trees.
city trees make sounds that cannot be heard above the commotion.
people in cities need to travel to the country to see trees blooming.

Which line from the story of my life by helen keller is an example of a simile? during the whole trip i did not have one fit of temper, there were so many things to keep my mind and fingers busy. i was like that ship before my education began, only i was without compass or sounding-line, and had no way of knowing how near the harbour was. one day, while i was playing with my new doll, miss sullivan put my big rag doll into my lap also, spelled "d-o-l-l" and tried to make me understand that "d-o-l-l" applied to both. child as i was, i at once felt the tenderness and sympathy which endeared dr. bell to so many hearts, as his wonderful achievements enlist their admiration.

Which two parts of this excerpt from mary shelley’s frankenstein reveals information about the setting? (it was on a dreary night of november that i beheld the accomplishment of my toils.) with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, (i collected the instruments of life around me, that i might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. it was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out) when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, i saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. (how can i describe my emotions at this catastrophe), or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care i had endeavored to form? his limbs were in proportion, and i had selected his features as beautiful. beautiful! great god! (his yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; ) but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same color as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips.

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