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John Donne Poetry Project IST 11

John Donne Poetry Project IST 11. Martedì 13 gennaio 2009. By thy scorn, O murdress, I am dead,. And that thou thinkst thee free. From all solicitation from me,. Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,. And thee, feignd vestal, in worse arms shall see . Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,. And he, whose thou art then, being tired before,. Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think. Thou callst for more,. And, in false sleep, will from thee shrink . And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou.

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LITERATURE 11 AP Year One

Conciseness is the sister of talent. Tuesday, May 26, 2009. Work for Tuesday and Thursday May 26 and 28. Dear grade 11 class,. 1 Collecting the rest of the books and work from students not present Monday. 2 Time to work on your explication of your poem. This work should once gain be based on the list in your textbook. 4 Andrea needs his copy of Siddhartha. 5 Collect the AFTA essay from the week after Barcelona.

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John Donne Poetry Project IST 11. Martedì 13 gennaio 2009. By thy scorn, O murdress, I am dead,. And that thou thinkst thee free. From all solicitation from me,. Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,. And thee, feignd vestal, in worse arms shall see . Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,. And he, whose thou art then, being tired before,. Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think. Thou callst for more,. And, in false sleep, will from thee shrink . And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou.

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