[lc] the fall of the house of usher
by edgar allan poe shaking off what must have been a dream, i scanned more narrowly the real aspect of the building. its principal feature seemed to be that of an excessive antiquity. the discoloration of ages had been great. minute fungi overspread the whole exterior, hanging in a fine tangled web-work from the eaves. yet all this was apart from any extraordinary dilapidation. no portion of the masonry had fallen; and there appeared to be a wild inconsistency between its still perfect adaptation of parts, and the crumbling condition of the individual stones. in this there was much that reminded me of the specious totality of old wood-work which has rotted for long years in some neglected vault, with no disturbance from the breath of the external air. beyond this indication of extensive decay, however, the fabric gave little token of instability. perhaps the eye of a scrutinizing observer might have discovered a barely perceptible fissure, which, extending from the roof of the building in front, made its way down the wall in a zigzag direction, until it became lost in the sullen waters of the tarn. roderick usher's poem
by edgar allan poe
* in the greenest of our valleys,
* by good angels tenanted,
* once a fair and stately palace—
* radiant palace—reared its head.
* in the monarch thought's dominion—
* it stood there!
* never seraph spread a pinion
* over fabric half so fair.
*
* banners yellow, glorious, golden,
* on its roof did float and flow;
* (this—all this—was in the olden
* time long ago);
* and every gentle air that dallied,
* in that sweet day,
* along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
* a winged odor went away.

* and, round about his home, the glory
* that blushed and bloomed
* is but a dim-remembered story
* of the old time entombed.
*
* and travellers now within that valley,
* through the red-litten windows see
* vast forms that move fantastically
* to a discordant melody;
* while, like a rapid ghastly river,
* through the pale door,
* a hideous throng rush out forever,
* and laugh—but smile no more.

what do these two pieces have in common?

a) they are both about nice places becoming unpleasant.
b) they are both about the politics of the time.
c) they are both about the importance of architecture.
d) they are both based on a famous play.

Can i get it's due read the poem below, and then answer the questions that follow. the courage that my mother had by edna st. vincent millay the courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. the metaphor in lines 3-4 suggest what about the mother? question 1 options: that the speaker's mother was a big, tough woman that the speaker's mother died before she should have that the speaker's mother did not leave anything to her child when she passed away that the speaker's mother was strong and brave < this is what i think the answer is. the courage that my mother had by edna st. vincent millay the courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. based on the 2nd stanza, how does the speaker feel about the golden brooch that was passed down from the mother to child? question 2 options: the speaker thinks it was a waste of money the speaker places a high value on the item the speaker never wears the brooch the speaker feels it could be easily replaced the courage that my mother had by edna st. vincent millay the courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. which line from stanza 2 supports the answer the the previous question? (how does the speaker feel about the brooch the mother passed down to child? ) question 3 options: the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more yet, it is something i could spare. the courage that my mother had by edna st. vincent millay the courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. which item does the speaker admire and value the most that the mother possessed? question 4 options: courage a rock golden brooch granite the courage that my mother had by edna st. vincent millay the courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. what is the theme of this poem? question 5 options: be careful what you wish for. some people do not get a good inheritance from their parents familial love is the most valuable thing honorable qualities can be more valuable than expensive items.