Activity In this activity, you'll read "Places " and "Chicago C" once again to analyze the theme of how a place can influence a
person's identity. You'll also compare how the poems relate this theme.
Part A
Identify whether each poem is a lyric poem or a free-verse poem. Give your reasoning in a one-paragraph response
(50 to 70 words), and use details from the poems to explain your answer.

The last part of the beowulf excerpt recounts how grendel flees into the darkness after suffering a fatal would from beowulf. what part of freytags pyramid best fits this section of the story

Which of these excerpts from margaret frink's memoir makes heaviest use ofimagery? oa. the bottom was divided off into little compartments orcupboards. after putting in our provisions, and other baggage, afloor was constructed over all, on which our mattress was laid. ffob. the wagon was packed and we were all ready to start on thetwenty-seventh day of march. he. ww. as born and raised in thweslelend& rnewyork. i, margaret ann alsip, his wife, was born in maryland, thoughpartly raised in virginia, on the banks of the potomac river. inod. we situated ourselves one hundred and twenty-five miles fromcheviot, in the town of martinsville, the county seat of morgancounty, indiana. w

Which excerpts from the war of the worldseffectively use setting to provide a contrast to the horror of the plot? (select all that apply.)the war of the worldshe remained standing at the edge of the pit that the thing had made for itself, staring at its strange appearance, astonished chiefly at its unusual shape and colour, and dimly perceiving even then some evidence of design in its arrival. the early morning was wonderfully still, and the sun, just clearing the pine trees towards weybridge, was already warm. they shouted consolation and promises, and went off back to the town again to get . one can imagine them, covered with sand, excited and disordered, running up the little street in the bright sunlight just as the shop folks were taking down their shutters and people were opening their bedroom windows. it was glaringly hot, not a cloud in the sky nor a breath of wind, and the only shadow was that of the few scattered pine trees. the burning heather had been extinguished, but the level ground towards ottershaw was blackened as far as one could see, and still giving off vertical streamers of smoke. an enormous hole had been made by the impact of the projectile, and the sand and gravel had been flung violently in every direction over the heath, forming heaps visible a mile and a half away. the heather was on fire eastward, and a thin blue smoke rose against the dawn.