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What word best describes the tone of this excerpt from "the fall of the house of usher" by edgar allan poe? i looked upon the scene before me—upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain—upon the bleak walls—upon the vacant eye-like windows—upon a few rank sedges—and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees—with an utter depression of soul which i can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium—the bitter lapse into everyday life—the hideous dropping off of the veil. there was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. what was it—i paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the house of usher? it was a mystery all insoluble; nor could i grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as i pondered. i was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. it was possible, i reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and, acting upon this idea, i reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down—but with a shudder even more thrilling than before—upon the remodelled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows. admiration terror hope discovery loss

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The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: little we see in nature that is ours; we have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! the sea that bares her bosom to the moon; the winds that will be howling at all hours, and are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; for this, for everything, we are out of tune; it moves us not—great god! i'd rather be a pagan suckled in a creed outworn; so might i, standing on this pleasant lea1, have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; have sight of proteus rising from the sea; or hear old triton blow his wreathed horn. 1lea: a grassland what phrases in this poem make elements of nature seem big and powerful, or sweet and beautiful? second part: the changes of the industrial age, including those leading to the agricultural revolution, still affect people’s lives. choose a modern song or a television show that idealizes rural life or compares rural life to urban life. how does this song or television show describe city life and the countryside? cite evidence from the performance to support your answer.