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Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me. In the case of the second stanza, the poetess elucidates the expansive power hope wields over us. It gets merrier and sweeter as the storm gets mightier and relentless. The poetess deems that no storm can sway hope and its adamant attitude. According to the poetess, it would take a deadly storm of astronomical proportions to flatten the bird of hope that has kept the ship sailing for most men. Hope is the Thing with Feathers’ was one of the simplistic poems with a typified metaphorical connotation and device upon which rests the entire poem. Dickinson’s work, themes, and artistic flights of fancy took a wild turn during...

 Carbon in the atmosphere is dangerous but in the soil it is beneficial. The environmental benefits of organic farming are closely connected to soil carbon. Carbon is the major constituent of the soil organic matter, which is vital in holding moisture and plant food in the soil. Soil organic matter, when biologically active, is called colloidal humus. Farmers call this compost. It is what earthworms also produce from soil organic matter like dead plants, when soil conditions allow air into the soil under these conditions the soil develops a crumb structure like fresh bread, and the beneficial microbes in the soil are able to thrive. this keeps pathogens that cause plant diseases under control. For 100 years organic farmers have been arguing that colloidal humus should be at the heart of agricultural production, it suppresses pathogens supports beneficial soil microbes, holds moisture and keep soil nutrients available to tiny plant feeder roots. The word organic has nothing to do wi...

TEXT when my mother died very young  And my father sold me While yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep So Your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep There's the little Tom Darci, who cried when his head That curled like a lambs back was shaved, So I said, Hush Tom never mind it for when your head s bare, You Know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair And so he was quite & that very night, As tom was sleeping he had such a sight! That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned &jack Were all of them Locked up in coffins of black And by came an angel told Tom, If had be a good boy, He`d have god for his father &never want Joy And so Tom Awoke And we rose in the dark And got with our bags and our brushes to work Though the morning was cold Tom was Happy and warm So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm. background of chimney sweep Chimney sweeper is set in london of 17th centuary status of children driven by poverty who were subjected to hazardous work c...