In “To His Coy Mistress," what else besides being coy does the speaker imply about the mistress? A- she is beautiful
B-she is impatient
C-she is unromantic
D-she is kindhearted

Read the excerpts from the land. [willie] turned to my daddy. "it's my boy mitchell done this, mister edward, and i know there ain't no way t' make it up t' ya if this here horse don't heal right, but i jus' 'bout t' put a strap t' mitchell my own self 'bout what he done. i'm gonna put a strap t' him right now, matter of fact! " with that said, he positioned his whip and turned toward mitchell. *** my daddy stopped and looked at me. "no," he said. "i'm not going to whip you, paul. no, your punishment is that you'll never get to ride ghost wind again. i figure you'll remember that a whole lot longer than a whipping. you won't ride any of the other horses either, including the appaloosa, until i say so." which statement about willie’s and mister edward’s reactions is true? both men believe that their sons should be held accountable for their behavior. both men believe that their sons need to learn to handle horses properly. both men believe that their sons will likely harm the horses if they ride them. both men believe that their sons have permanently injured ghost wind

The first step in synthesizing is to a. compare a particular source you are considering to the other sources you have already selected. b. parrot what other sources have said. c. ignore sources with information that runs counter to your claim. d. insert large chunks of information from one or two sources into your essay.

In the sweet hereafter and the following poem, what does the newborn symbolize? "every death is magic from the enemy to be avenged" by brooks haxton when fever burned the last light out of my daughter's eyes, i swore to find and kill the ones to blame. men must mount the long boat in the dark with spears. at dawn, where the flowering spicebush hid my scent, i crouched. a young wife, newborn slung across her chest, came first for spring water. she stooped. my god, for vengeance, spoke her secret name inside my ear. her god stepped back with no scream, his right hand at his mouth, the knuckles clenched between the pointed teeth. death is not evil. innocence of childhood the continuing cycle of life and death the children that will never be born