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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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Robert Browning Poetry Project IST 11. A picture of Robert Browning in his later years. Links on Robert Browning. Brief Overview of his Style. The Years at the Spring. Life in a Bottle. Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes. View my complete profile. Thursday, 6 November 2008. The Years at the Spring. The Years at the Spring. The years at the spring,. D days at the morn;. Mornings at seven;. The hill-sides dew-pearled;. The larks on the wing;. The snails on the thorn;. Gods in his Heaven. Still .CONTENT
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