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Bravery is not inherent, it is rather acquired from the circumstances or situation faced in the life. People face lot of problems in their lives and to cope with those situations and move in with one's life is the sheer example of being brave.  The same has been depicted by both the authors in their respective books. First by Kaye Gibbons in her very famous book "Ellen Foster" where in the protagonist is shown as homeless girl with no one to take care of, yet she finds a way to live her life and find herself a house worth living. Second, by Mark twain in his

“No,” she said. “I’m determined to overdo it. Listen,” she exclaimed, as two birds sang together. “Not grieving, nor amorous, nor lost. Nothing to read into it. Simply music, Like Mozart. Complete. Finished. Oh, it is rain to listening ears.” She glanced at Edwin to see how he took this rhetoric. He took it calmly. She let go his hand and capered amidst the fallen eucalyptus leaves.

In the first stage of the poem, Morgan uses various poetic techniques to set the scene in the early evening by a Scottish loch. “The evening is perfect, my sisters. The loch lies silent, the air is still. The suns last rays linger over the water.” Morgan’s use of effective word choice creates a sense of peaceful tranquillity which is further developed with the alliteration

I thought of the occurrences of the day. What chiefly struck me was the gentle manners of these people; I longed to join them, but dared not… Nothing could exceed the love and respect which the younger cottagers exhibited towards their venerable companion. They performed towards him every little office of affection and duty with gentleness; and he rewarded them by his benevolent smiles (Shelley 60).

In today’s society the majority of the crimes are still being committed by people who have possessed a firearm that has been obtained illegally or without proper permits. That being said there has been a strong push for gun control because of the rise of shootings involving a large group of people such as the Columbine massacre, Virginia Tech shooting and latest Aurora movie theater shooting involving people who have purchased firearms legally. Gun control laws in the United States have been established for many years but to maintain a civilized society with limited crime stronger control laws need to be enforced in which will help reduce crime in our country. Establishing stronger gun control laws will educate

“This one was hardly bigger than a garage. The table was cluttered with limp- looking magazines and at one end of it there was a big green glass ashtray full of cigarette butts and cotton wads with little blood spots on them. If she had had anything to do with the running of the place, that would have been emptied every so often. There were no chairs against the wall at the head of the room. It had a rectangular-shaped panel in it that permitted a view of the office where the nurse came and went and the secretary listened to the radio. A plastic fern, in a gold pot sat in the opening and trailed its fronds down almost to the floor. The radio was softly playing gospel music” (O’Connor 3). As the Turpins waited Mrs. Turpin began to describe the other waiting room occupants to pass the time. Mrs. Turpin can be seen as a larger woman who is proud of her means and then there is her husband Claud who can be described as a “florid, bald, sturdy and shorter than Mrs. Turpin (O’Connor 1). Next was an unnamed blonde child whose attire consisted of a dirty blue romper, the boy’s mother was seen “wearing on a yellow sweatshirt and wine- colored slacks, both gritty-looking, and the rims of her lips were stained with snuff. Her dirty yellow hair was tied behind with a little piece of red paper ribbon” (O’Connor 5). The next woman is called the “stylish woman” by

Rivetingly, he was devoted to "his wife and girls." While sighing, he insisted that he did the grocery shopping, the cleaning, the laundry and the ironing. For his "pearls," there was nothing that he could not, nor would not do. He was sharp, shrewd and witty. At times, he was an enigma...the simple baffled him, but the complex he mastered. His family and friends sought his advice and looked upon him as a figurehead.

The short story of “Everyday Use” was written by Alice Walker. Mrs. Johnson is the narrator of the story. In this petite narrative, Mrs. Johnson and her youngest daughter Maggie gets a visit from her oldest daughter Dee who came from college and Mrs. Johnson and Maggie both bear witness to Dee’s change. As Dee is trying to embrace the modern culture in the twentieth-century. Thus, in Alice Walker’s story, Mrs. Johnson’s perspective changes at the end, at first favoring Dee and eventually favoring Maggie instead.

Mrs Dubose is represented as a mean old lady but in reality she’s just struggling with her health. Mrs. Dubose has suffered many years with addiction and is trying to take care of her health but the kids do not believe that because she is a mean person. Jem and Scout try to avoid walking by her house because she’s really rude to them. One day when Scout walked by, she said: “ ‘Hey Mrs. Dubose,’ I would receive for an answer, ‘Don’t you say hey to me, you ugly girl! You say good afternoon Mrs. Dubose!’ she was vicious” (pg 115). Scout judges Mrs. Dubose based on how she behaves towards her without getting to actually know her, this is seen when Mrs. Dubose uses the word ugly to describe Scout. However Scout similarly describes Mrs Dubose negatively by calling her vicious, although Scout has never made the effort to understand her personal struggles. Likewise After Mrs. Dubose’s death, Atticus said to Jem “I wanted you to see something about her--I wanted you to see something about her--I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand.” (pg. 112). Atticus wanted his kids to see the side of Mrs. Dubose that he knew himself. Atticus wanted them to see the courage she had and how strong she was in reality. The kids thought she was just a mean old lady, but behind closed doors, she was a hero. Jem and Scout thought that Mrs. Dubose was a mean old lady. They did not believe or see what Atticus saw in Mrs. Dubose.

When a reader initially reads Donald Justice’s “The Poet at Seven,” he or she might take the easy route and conclude it for what it says, only. If this method were taken, the poem’s presumed plot would have been taken quite literally: the poet is reminiscing about his childhood memories; the poem is sweet, simple, and nostalgic. However, poems are not that simple. They are complex riddles, full of hidden meaning. To truly shed light on Justice’s purpose of the poem, it is necessary to look at the “what-if’s” through its intricate designs of language. The poem’s form is an important start when close reading. Also, to discern the hidden meaning, it is important to consider the specific word choice and how it paints a picture inside the reader’s mind. As a result, the reader will grasp the poem’s true intention. By doing this, the reader will sincerely have an understanding of “The Poet at Seven,” the way Justice probably would have wanted.

In these few lines, the speaker abruptly switches the tone from bitter to sympathetic. The poem becomes urgent, with a need to know. “The peculiar screeching of strings” characterizes the man’s thoughts, and “the luxurious fiddling with emotion” directly refers to the man’s emotional state.

Now, he was well on his way to Washington, chasing what he had long since presumed to be nothing but a ghost story. Still, he had no anxieties or qualms about following this latest of long, winding paths. The world, after all, had its beauty, even mixed in with all the persisting misery and sorrow, and it was like his eyes had been opened to it for the first time in a long while yet. People had become so enraptured in

Mesa’s use of particular phrasing and word choices allow the poem to be narrated with a tone of faint, awestruck wonder. When read through, the narrator of The Players is encaptured with the game between the two men. She is so fascinated by this ritual, that

“Please, Mama!” begged Nancy and Mary, “We want you to tell a story,” they said in unison, interrupting her thoughts. Then Martha joined in, wanting a story too. Charity scanned the faces of her boys, but they were busy, whittling on pieces of wood. Aaron looked up; probably because he could feel his mother’s eyes on him. Charity was remembering when they, too, use to beg for all the stories of her ancestors that were passed down from generation to generation. She had hoped that they, too, would keep this tradition going forth into the newer generations to come.

“From the sphere of my own experience I can bring to my recollection three persons of no every-day powers and acquirements, who had read the poems of others with more and more unallayed pleasure, and had thought more highly of their authors, as poets; who yet have confessed to me, that from no modern work had so many passages started up anew in their minds at different times, and as different occasions had awakened a meditative mood.” (2) (paragraph 31).