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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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Emily Dickinson Poetry Project IST 11. November 7, 2008. Biography of Emily Dickinson. The poet was born in, and died in, a house called the Homestead, built by her grandfather Samuel Fowler Dickinson in 1813. This house was sold out of the family, however, in 1833, and not re-purchased by Edward Dickinson till 1855; so most of the poets younger years were lived in other houses. Links to this post. Subscribe to Posts Atom. All About Emily E. Dickinson. Biography of Emily E. Dickinson.CONTENT
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