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Hello guys..I want to initiate this padlet with the first content of the this Literature course. Please, leave your comments about that here!! Feel free for leave your thoughts and help your classmates.

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Hello guys..I want to initiate this padlet with the first content of the this Literature course. Please, leave your comments about that here!! Feel free for leave your thoughts and help your classmates.

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https://www.differencebetween.com/difference-between-english-literature-and-vs-literature-in-english/

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What Is Prose? Learn About the Differences Between Prose and Poetry With Examples

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What Is Prose? Learn About the Differences Between Prose and Poetry With Examples

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(This is the link that I mentioned in the monitoring)

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Boa tarde! Eu havia comentado na monitoria de hoje sobre o canal  'Ler antes de morrer' que sigo no YouTube e também tem a página no Instagram, e nele está acontecendo a leitura coletiva de Frankenstein! Teve início no sábado, dia 17/10, com uma live em que a dona do canal Isabella Lubrano fez a leitura das cartas ao vivo, aconselho vocês a assistirem, e depois ela soltou o cronograma da leitura, a leitura teve início ontem, mas se vocês acessarem o canal hoje ainda dá tempo de apanhar o cronograma! Vou deixar os dois links aqui, do canal no YouTube e da página no Insta: https://youtu.be/aL_FBAzF530
https://instagram.com/lerantesdemorrer?igshid=o3sv7ovtx1hb
Aconselho vocês a acompanharem!

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Hi guys, this is the poem that Natália talked about today in the mini class, by Coventry Patmore.  

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Hi guys, this is the poem that Natália talked about today in the mini class, by Coventry Patmore.  

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Man must be pleased; but him to please
Is woman's pleasure; down the gulf
Of his condoled necessities
She casts her best, she flings herself.
How often flings for nought, and yokes
Her heart to an icicle or whim,
Whose each impatient word provokes
Another, not from her, but him;
While she, too gentle even to force
His penitence by kind replies,
Waits by, expecting his remorse,
With pardon in her pitying eyes;
And if he once, by shame oppress'd,
A comfortable word confers,
She leans and weeps against his breast,
And seems to think the sin was hers;
Or any eye to see her charms,
At any time, she's still his wife,
Dearly devoted to his arms;
She loves with love that cannot tire;
And when, ah woe, she loves alone,
Through passionate duty love springs higher,
As grass grows taller round a stone.