Use the method of your choice to factor the trinomial, or st…
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Use the methоd оf yоur choice to fаctor the trinomiаl, or stаte that the trinomial is prime.5x2 - 18x - 8
Timed Writing: Pоetry Anаlysis (60 minutes) Chооse one of the two designаted poems аnd write a 3-4 paragraph analytical essay that identifies a central theme in the poem and explains how the poet develops that theme through specific literary techniques. Your essay should: Introduce the poem, including the author and title, and offer a specific thesis statement identifying a theme Support your analysis with specific examples from the text and explain how literary elements such as imagery, word choice, structure, tone, or symbolism help convey the theme Demonstrate close reading through detailed analysis End with a conclusion that reinforces the analysis and explains why this theme matters to the reader or to society in general. Your essay will be evaluated on the depth of your analysis, use of textual evidence, clarity of writing, and adherence to standard English conventions. Suggested time allocation: 5-10 minutes for planning, 35-40 minutes for writing, 5-10 minutes for review “To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell Had we but world enough, and time,This coyness, lady, were no crime.We would sit down and think which wayTo walk, and pass our long love's day;Thou by the Indian Ganges' sideShouldst rubies find; I by the tideOf Humber would complain. I wouldLove you ten years before the Flood;And you should, if you please, refuseTill the conversion of the Jews.My vegetable love should growVaster than empires, and more slow.An hundred years should go to praiseThine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;Two hundred to adore each breast,But thirty thousand to the rest;An age at least to every part,And the last age should show your heart.For, lady, you deserve this state,Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hearTime's winged chariot hurrying near;And yonder all before us lieDeserts of vast eternity.Thy beauty shall no more be found,Nor, in thy marble vault, shall soundMy echoing song; then worms shall tryThat long preserv'd virginity,And your quaint honour turn to dust,And into ashes all my lust.The grave's a fine and private place,But none I think do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hueSits on thy skin like morning dew,And while thy willing soul transpiresAt every pore with instant fires,Now let us sport us while we may;And now, like am'rous birds of prey,Rather at once our time devour,Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball;And tear our pleasures with rough strifeThorough the iron gates of life.Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run. "Ballad of Birmingham" By Dudley Randall (On the bombing of a church in Birmingham, Alabama, 1963) “Mother dear, may I go downtown Instead of out to play, And march the streets of Birmingham In a Freedom March today?” “No, baby, no, you may not go, For the dogs are fierce and wild, And clubs and hoses, guns and jails Aren’t good for a little child.” “But, mother, I won’t be alone. Other children will go with me, And march the streets of Birmingham To make our country free.” “No, baby, no, you may not go, For I fear those guns will fire. But you may go to church instead And sing in the children’s choir.” She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair, And bathed rose petal sweet, And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands, And white shoes on her feet. The mother smiled to know her child Was in the sacred place, But that smile was the last smile To come upon her face. For when she heard the explosion, Her eyes grew wet and wild. She raced through the streets of Birmingham Calling for her child. She clawed through bits of glass and brick, Then lifted out a shoe. “O, here’s the shoe my baby wore, But, baby, where are you?”