Question

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME?

Answer 1

@cali.chick.02

Answer 2

What's the question please?

Answer 3

I need to revise "The two authors Muir and William have expressed their relationship with nature by using diction, tone, and syntax these are important because he helps us understand what they are trying to get us to understand."
so that it has all the following qualities
Is your thesis statement one sentence?
Does it answer the question?
Does it use specific words?
Does it take a stand? Could someone have a different interpretation?
Does it introduce a comparison or contrast?
Does it answer “Why does this matter?” or “So what?

Answer 4

Hmm.. I'm not sure I can be of much help but maybe @SneliS
@RoseStorm and @sugarplum15 could help? Sorry

Answer 5

0k, so you're trying to rivise those sentances?

Answer 6

ignore my spelling, I was typing too fast.

Answer 7

im trying to revise this one "The two authors Muir and William have expressed their relationship with nature by using diction, tone, and syntax these are important because he helps us understand what they are trying to get us to understand."

Answer 8

ok, let me think, I'll be back to ya shortly.

Answer 9

Alright thanks :)

Answer 10

ok, what is the question? #1 said 'does is answer the question'

Answer 11

How have these two authors expressed their relationships with nature?

Answer 12

thx

Answer 13

Let me know if you need any other information.

Answer 14

The two authors Muir and William have expressed their relationship with nature by
using diction, tone, and syntax. These are important because they help us to understand what they are trying to say."
Is your thesis statement one sentence?no
Does it answer the question? yes
Does it use specific words? yes
Does it take a stand? no
Could someone have a different interpretation? yes
Does it introduce a comparison or contrast? no
Does it answer “Why does this matter?” or “So what?no

Answer 15

That is what I have so far.

Answer 16

I dont think youre understanding what needs to be done. I know what I have and do not have I need help in getting everything to "yes" thats why I said i need to revise what I have

Answer 17

I know, I'm saying, that is what I have, I need you to help me out, because I don't have all of the info, and according to the code of conduct, I'm not allowed to give you a straight answer.

Answer 18

okay, I'm sorry, but I have to got. try asking @DarrenMadx to help you.

Answer 19

@DarrenMadx can you help?

Answer 20

English isn't my strong point but I can try to help. what is the question

Answer 21

If you read the entire convo between me and Rose you'll see

Answer 22

okay give me a minute

Answer 23

no problem

Answer 24

What are the two authors Muir and William trying to get you to understand?

Answer 25

And what is their opinion on nature?

Answer 26

Sorry i took long but would you like me to show you the poems/ article of each?

Answer 27

yeah that would help me

Answer 28

http://learn.flvs.net/webdav/educator_eng1_v12/unit06/journey/06_05b_07a.htm
http://learn.flvs.net/webdav/educator_eng1_v12/unit06/journey/06_02c_e.htm

Answer 29

I cant open those because I don't have a class with that website. sorry

Answer 30

Want me to copy and paste it onto here?

Answer 31

by the way i'm sorry if i'm taking up your time. I really appreciate you trying to work with me.

Answer 32

its all good. that's why I'm on this site. so yeah go ahead and copy and paste it on here for me

Answer 33

By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in a sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Answer 34

The Calyspso Borealis Text:
After earning a few dollars working on my brother-in law's farm near Portage [Wisconsin], I set off on the first of my long lonely excursions, botanising in glorious freedom around the Great Lakes and wandering through innumerable tamarac and arbor-vitae swamps, and forests of maple, basswood, ash, elm, balsam, fir, pine, spruce, hemlock, rejoicing in their bound wealth and strength and beauty, climbing the trees, revelling in their flowers and fruit like bees in beds of goldenrods, glorying in the fresh cool beauty and charm of the bog and meadow heathworts, grasses, carices, ferns, mosses, liverworts displayed in boundless profusion.

The rarest and most beautiful of the flowering plants I discovered on this first grand excursion was Calypso borealis (the Hider of the North). I had been fording streams more and more difficult to cross and wading bogs and swamps that seemed more and more extensive and more difficult to force one's way through. Entering one of these great tamarac and arbor-vitae swamps one morning, holding a general though very crooked course by compass, struggling through tangled drooping branches and over and under broad heaps of fallen trees, I began to fear that I would not be able to reach dry ground before dark, and therefore would have to pass the night in the swamp and began, faint and hungry, to plan a nest of branches on one of the largest trees or windfalls like a monkey's nest, or eagle's, or Indian's in the flooded forests of the Orinoco described by Humboldt.

But when the sun was getting low and everything seemed most bewildering and discouraging, I found beautiful Calypso on the mossy bank of a stream, growing not in the ground but on a bed of yellow mosses in which its small white bulb had found a soft nest and from which its one leaf and one flower sprung. The flower was white and made the impression of the utmost simple purity like a snowflower. No other bloom was near it, for the bog a short distance below the surface was still frozen, and the water was ice cold. It seemed the most spiritual of all the flower people I had ever met. I sat down beside it and fairly cried for joy.

It seems wonderful that so frail and lovely a plant has such power over human hearts. This Calypso meeting happened some forty-five years ago, and it was more memorable and impressive than any of my meetings with human beings excepting, perhaps, Emerson and one or two others. When I was leaving the University, Professor J.D. Butler said, "John, I would like to know what becomes o you, and I wish you would write me, say once a year, so I may keep you in sight." I wrote to the Professor, telling him about this meeting with Calypso, and he sent the letter to an Eastern newspaper [The Boston Recorder] with some comments of his own. These, as far as I know, were the first of my words that appeared in print.

How long I sat beside Calypso I don't know. Hunger and weariness vanished, and only after the sun was low in the west I splashed on through the swamp, strong and exhilarated as if never more to feel any mortal care. At length I saw maple woods on a hill and found a log house. I was gladly received. "Where ha ye come fra? The swamp, that awfu' swamp. What were ye doin' there?" etc. "Mony a puir body has been lost in that muckle, cauld, dreary bog and never been found." When I told her I had entered it in search of plants and had been in it all day, she wondered how plants could draw me to these awful places, and said, "It's god's mercy ye ever got out." Oftentimes I had to sleep without blankets, and sometimes without supper, but usually I had no great difficulty in finding a loaf of bread here and there at the houses of the farmer settlers in the widely scattered clearings. With one of these large backwoods loaves I was able to wander many a long wild fertile mile in the forests and bogs, free as the winds, gathering plants, and glorying in God's abounding inexhaustible spiritual beauty bread. Storms, thunderclouds, winds in the woods—were welcomed as friends.

Answer 35

yeah sorry I read it three times and i'm still so lose. sorry but I cant help

Answer 36

Can you suggest me to anyone that can?

Answer 37

@RoseStorm is back online. maybe she can finish helping you

Answer 38

yo, you still need my help?

Answer 39

Yes, im really stuck on this :/

Answer 40

ok.... I might take a while, how soon do you need this? and what is the word/sentence limit?

Answer 41

I have a while but i want to try and get it done as soon as possible. & really i dont need much I just need one sentence thesis statement but it has to have the following:
be one sentence, answer the question, take a stand (dont know exactly what that means), a different interpratation, comparison or contraction.