[LC] The Fall of the House of UsherBy Edgar Allan Poe Shaki…

 [LC] The Fall of the House of UsherBy 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 poemBy 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 bloomedIs but a dim-remembered story  Of the old time entombed.   And travellers now within that valley,  Through the red-litten windows seeVast 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 is a key difference between these pieces of literature? (5 points)

[MC]  “I Sit and Look Out”Walt Whitman I Sit and look out up…

[MC]  “I Sit and Look Out”Walt Whitman I Sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame;I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done;I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate;I see the wife misused by her husband—I see the treacherous seducer of young women;I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be hid—I see these sights on the earth;I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny—I see martyrs and prisoners;I observe a famine at sea—I observe the sailors casting lots who shall be kill’d, to preserve the lives of the rest;I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;All these—All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out upon,See, hear, and am silent. “First they came for…”Martin Niemöller First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out-—Because I was not a Socialist.Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—Because I was not a Trade Unionist.Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—Because I was not a Jew.Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me. Use the excerpts above to write an essay, at least two paragraphs, supporting the question below. Remember to clearly state your main point and use quotes from the text to support your response, using the proper MLA format. How do Niemöller’s words in “First they came for…” repeat the theme developed in “I Sit and Look Out” by Walt Whitman? (100 points)

(MC) The War of the Worldsby H. G. Wells [1898]   But who sh…

(MC) The War of the Worldsby H. G. Wells [1898]   But who shall dwell in these worlds if they be   inhabited?…Are we or they Lords of the   World?…And how are all things made for man?—      KEPLER (quoted in The Anatomy of Melancholy) BOOK ONE: THE COMING OF THE MARTIANSCHAPTER ONE: THE EVE OF THE WAR, excerpt   No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do the same. No one gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of human danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as impossible or improbable. It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of those departed days. At most terrestrial men fancied there might be other men upon Mars, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary enterprise. Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us. And early in the twentieth century came the great disillusionment. Yet so vain is man, and so blinded by his vanity, that no writer, up to the very end of the nineteenth century, expressed any idea that intelligent life might have developed there far, or indeed at all, beyond its earthly level. Nor was it generally understood that since Mars is older than our earth, with scarcely a quarter of the superficial area and remoter from the sun, it necessarily follows that it is not only more distant from time’s beginning but nearer its end. The secular cooling that must someday overtake our planet has already gone far indeed with our neighbour. Its physical condition is still largely a mystery, but we know now that even in its equatorial region the midday temperature barely approaches that of our coldest winter. Its air is much more attenuated than ours, its oceans have shrunk until they cover but a third of its surface, and as its slow seasons change huge snowcaps gather and melt about either pole and periodically inundate its temperate zones. That last stage of exhaustion, which to us is still incredibly remote, has become a present-day problem for the inhabitants of Mars. The immediate pressure of necessity has brightened their intellects, enlarged their powers, and hardened their hearts. And looking across space with instruments, and intelligences such as we have scarcely dreamed of, they see, at its nearest distance only 35,000,000 of miles sunward of them, a morning star of hope, our own warmer planet, green with vegetation and grey with water, with a cloudy atmosphere eloquent of fertility, with glimpses through its drifting cloud wisps of broad stretches of populous country and narrow, navy-crowded seas. And we men, the creatures who inhabit this earth, must be to them at least as alien and lowly as are the monkeys and lemurs to us. The intellectual side of man already admits that life is an incessant struggle for existence, and it would seem that this too is the belief of the minds upon Mars. Their world is far gone in its cooling and this world is still crowded with life, but crowded only with what they regard as inferior animals. To carry warfare sunward is, indeed, their only escape from the destruction that, generation after generation, creeps upon them. Read this line from the text: With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over matter. What idea do the words little and serene suggest in this text? (4 points)