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         <title>Universidade do Estado do ParáDiscipline: Literary TheoryProfessor: Dra. Josane PintoGroup: Larissa França, Luiza Nunes and Antonio Lima</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<h1>Poetry:</h1><h1>A Red, Red Rose</h1><div>BY <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-burns">ROBERT BURNS</a></div><div>O my Luve is like a red, red rose</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp;That’s newly sprung in June;</div><div>O my Luve is like the melody</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp;That’s sweetly played in tune.</div><div><br></div><div>So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp;So deep in luve am I;</div><div>And I will luve thee still, my dear,</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp;Till a’ the seas gang dry.</div><div><br></div><div>Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp;And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;</div><div>I will love thee still, my dear,</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp;While the sands o’ life shall run.</div><div><br></div><div>And fare thee weel, my only luve!</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp;And fare thee weel awhile!</div><div>And I will come again, my luve,</div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp;Though it were ten thousand mile.<br><br><strong><br>Oral and Written activity- Presentation + Padlet<br></strong><br></div><ol><li><strong>Reading:</strong> https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Rtx1Pt-6k-evE4InygV84j9C8Q2Bzfxv/view?usp=drivesdk (Audio: Larissa e Luiza)</li><li><strong>Author:</strong> Robert Burns (born January 25, 1759/died July 21, 1796)</li><li><strong>Main Characteristics:</strong> The poetry is lyric and it is classified as Ballad</li><li><strong>Theme:</strong> A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns.</li><li><strong>Language figures:</strong>&nbsp;</li></ol><div>-Simile, for example: “O my Luve is like a red, red rose”.</div><div>-Metaphor: “O my Luve is like the melody,That’s sweetly played in tune”.</div><div>-Hyperbole: “Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,<br>And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;<br>I will love thee still, my dear,</div><div>&nbsp;While the sands o’ life shall run”.</div><div>6-<strong>Symbols:</strong> The symbols used in the poetry is a Red Rose to talk about Love. .<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-08-19 11:28:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Concrete Poem : &quot;Broken column&quot; by John Hollander (Maria Luiza e Anthony Axel)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>UNIVERSIDADE DO ESTADO DO PARÁ</strong></div><div><strong>CENTRO DE CIÊNCIAS SOCIAIS E EDUCAÇÃO</strong></div><div><strong>CURSO DE LICENCIATURA PLENA EM LÍNGUA INGLESA</strong></div><div><strong>DISCIPLINA: TEORIA LITERÁRIA</strong></div><div><strong>PROFESSORA ME. JOSEANE DANIELA FREITAS PINTO</strong></div><div><br><br></div><div>Maria Luiza e Anthony Axel</div><div><br></div><div><strong>-Poem : </strong><strong><em>"Broken column"</em></strong></div><div><br></div><div><strong>-Recording of the Reading</strong></div><div><strong>Part I : Maria Luiza</strong></div><div><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_PD-J4F4NAl46ZdvaDVMes2hNB6UQ4zu/view?usp=drivesdk">https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_PD-J4F4NAl46ZdvaDVMes2hNB6UQ4zu/view?usp=drivesdk</a></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Part II : Anthony Axel&nbsp;</strong></div><div><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_eLyWu0V0Bo61L9fH_US5GJ-x1wQNLKb/view?usp=drivesdk"><strong>https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_eLyWu0V0Bo61L9fH_US5GJ-x1wQNLKb/view?usp=drivesdk</strong></a></div><div><br></div><div><strong>-Author (Death/Birth)</strong></div><div>John Hollander was born on October 28 in 1929 and died on August 17, 2013. His career as poet was more acknowledged for the works: <em>Spectral Emanation, Powers of Thirteen </em>And <em>A Crackling of Thorns</em> which was chosen for the Yalen series of Younger Poets.</div><div><br></div><div><strong>-Main Characteristics</strong></div><div>This poem has the clear characteristic of having a shape that resembles a column broken in half, in Its composition the form of the poem creates a rhythm that dictates how this should be read.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div><strong>-Theme</strong></div><div>The theme revolving around this poem is dedicated to a man named William Arrowsmith, a classicist, academic, and translator - the poem takes the form of a broken column, It appears to either <em>criticize</em> or <em>compliment</em> the person the poem is directed to - by using the images of a broken and torn column who refuses to fall even after being damaged. (The theme could also include subjects such as "pride","self-esteem" and "self-respect")</div><div><br></div><div><strong>-Language Figure</strong></div><div>There's a very prominent use of <em>Image</em> in the poem, from It's very own structure (the shape of a broken column) to the scenarios It creates on the text ("by piling up stone on baser stone…", "from springing green vide lawn and clusterings of acanthus…" and more) - <em>Simile</em> It's also present, principally when the context of the poem It's taken into consideration, that the things present in the poem are referring to Willian Arrowsmith.</div><div><br></div><div><strong>-Symbols</strong>&nbsp;</div><div>The column being broken symbolizes William Arrowsmith. Showing that even after the passage of time, this one person insists to keep living, and this action will result in an inevitable ruin. The shape of a column broken in half could also indicate the fact that William is old now, the history and magnificence that he one day possessed is just a part of his past, and now, he is fated to crumble and turn into a memory for the next generations.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Universidade do Estado do Pará&nbsp;<br>Disciplina: Literary theory&nbsp;<br>Teacher: Josane Pinto&nbsp;<br>Group: Felipe Tomé e Ayssa Ludmila&nbsp;<br><br>Poem : Rain by Edward Thomas&nbsp;<br><br>Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain<br>On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me<br>Remembering again that I shall die<br>And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks<br>For washing me cleaner than I have been<br>Since I was born into this solitude.<br>Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:<br>But here I pray that none whom once I loved<br>Is dying tonight or lying still awake<br>Solitary, listening to the rain,<br>Either in pain or thus in sympathy<br>Helpless among the living and the dead,<br>Like a cold water among broken reeds,<br>Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,<br>Like me who have no love which this wild rain<br>Has not dissolved except the love of death,<br>If love it be towards what is perfect and<br>Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint<br><br>The recording of the reading:<br>Part 1:<br>Felipe Tomé<br>https://drive.google.com/file/d/1y2KEmwcvsDBekaZOUOOxWrYloTYBDRQW/view?usp=drivesdk<br><br>Part 2:<br>Ayssa Ludmila<br>https://drive.google.com/file/d/1y4Jqf9t72BYEkW5O1mpGIy8Gfn9hXUyC/view?usp=drivesdk<br><br><br>Author: Philip Edward Thomas or Edward Thomas/Edward Eastway ( born in 3 march 1878 / died in 9 april 1917 with 39 years)<br><br>Main characteristics : The lines of the poem are in iambic pentameter, a rhyming scheme quite common in poems that are written in the blank verse style.&nbsp; This makes the lines contain five sets of sounds/beats, where the first is considered unstressed and the second stressed, this way makes the poem emphasizing the sound of rain falling on the roof of the hut in which the narrator is sheltering.<br><br>Theme: The main theme of the poem is about death as an inevitable constant.<br>At the beginning the Speaker talks about how there is a constant stream of rain falling on him, and how his conditions at that moment are not at all good trapped in the trenches but still he manages to enjoy this sweet touch of nature while contemplating mortality and the nature of death, in one of his lines he states that the rain washed him clean as he has ever been, washing away all the loves he's ever had except the love of death.<br><br>Language figure: the metaphor is used in this poem to make an allusion that with the rain and loneliness the presence of death becomes clearer for the narrator "Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain<br>On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me<br>Remembering again that I shall die"<br>The author repeats the word rain several times at various points in the poem to emphasize once again that the only noise he can hear is the sound of rain "that the rain rains upon"<br><br>Symbol: the symbol used in this poem is the rain to refer the death and lonely&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <title>ODE POEM</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Juliane lima e Fabianny Thomaz&nbsp;<br>Ode to joy by Friedrich Schiller&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Joy, beautiful spark of gods&nbsp;<br>Daughter to Elysium,&nbsp;<br>We enter, drunk with fire,&nbsp;<br>Heavenly one, thy sanctuary!&nbsp;<br>Thy magic binds agindo<br>What custom stricly divided,&nbsp;<br>All people become brothers,&nbsp;<br>Where thy gentle wing abides. &nbsp; Whoever has succeeded in the great attempt, to be a friend's friend, whoever has won a lovely wife, add his to the jubilation!&nbsp; &nbsp; Yes, and also whoever has just one soul to call his own in this world! And he who Neves managed it should slink&nbsp; weeping from this union.&nbsp;<br>All creatures Drink of joy at nature's breasts. All the just, All the evil follow her trail of Roses. Kisses she gave us and grapevines, a friend, proven in death. Lust was given to the worm and the cherub stands before gods. Gladly, as his suns fly through the heavens' grand plan. Journey, brothers, on your way, joyful like a hero to victory. &nbsp; Be embraced, millions! This kiss to All the world! Brothers, above the starry canopy there must dwell a loving father.&nbsp; Are you collapsing, millions?&nbsp; Do you sense the creator, world ?&nbsp; Seek him above the starry canopy! Above starts must he dwell.&nbsp;<br><br>Author: Friedrich Schiller was born in novembro 10, 1759 and died in may 9, 1805<br>Main characteristics:&nbsp; it has eight line stanza, an Octave.&nbsp;<br>Alliteration: " All creatures drink of joy, at nature's breasts. All the just, All the evil.&nbsp;<br>Refrain: the word Joy&nbsp;<br>Metaphor : " drunk with fire"&nbsp;<br>Personification: " All creatures drink of joy, at nature's breasts.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Allusion : to the heaven, god and place<br>Theme: is about peace, brotherhood against War and desperation. Also about joy, happiness and God. </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Students: Giulya Desirée Sampaio Fernandes Alfaia and William Pedro Ferreira Dos Santos.                                                                         </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>READING:&nbsp;<br>Sonnet X - BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“ <strong><em>For shame, deny that thou bear’st love to any, Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many, But that thou none lov’st is most evident; For thou art so possess’d with murderous hate That ’gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire, Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief desire.&nbsp; &nbsp;</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>&nbsp; O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind! Shall hate be fairer lodg’d than gentle love? Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind, Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove: Make thee another self, for love of me,That beauty still may live in thine or thee."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</em></strong></div><div><br>• Main Characteristics:&nbsp; It’s a shakespearean sonnet with a three Quatrains and a couple. In this sonnet there are words at the end of one line that rhyme with a word at the end of another line.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>• Theme:&nbsp; The author warns the young man for his egoism.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>• Figurative Language:<br>- Hyperbole: “Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many,”<br>-Litotes: “For thou art so possess’d with murderous hate”&nbsp; “That ’gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire,” “Who for thyself art so unprovident.”<br>- Idiom: “Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Which to repair should be thy chief desire.”<br>• Symbolism:&nbsp; The Hate.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Jealousy - Rupert Brooke (Amanda Marinho e Caio Coutinho)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>When I see you, who were so wise and cool,</div><div>Gazing with silly sickness on that fool</div><div>You’ve given your love to, your adoring hands</div><div>Touch his so intimately that each understands,</div><div>I know, most hidden things; and when I know</div><div>Your holiest dreams yield to the stupid bow</div><div>Of his red lips, and that the empty grace</div><div>Of those strong legs and arms, that rosy face,</div><div>Has beaten your heart to such a flame of love,</div><div>That you have given him every touch and move,</div><div>Wrinkle and secret of you, all your life,</div><div>—Oh! then I know I’m waiting, lover-wife,</div><div>For the great time when love is at a close,</div><div>And all its fruit’s to watch the thickening nose</div><div>And sweaty neck and dulling face and eye,</div><div>That are yours, and you, most surely, till you die!</div><div>Day after day you’ll sit with him and note</div><div>The greasier tie, the dingy wrinkling coat;</div><div>As prettiness turns to pomp, and strength to fat,</div><div>And love, love, love to habit!</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;And after that,</div><div>When all that’s fine in man is at an end,</div><div>And you, that loved young life and clean, must tend</div><div>A foul sick fumbling dribbling body and old,</div><div>When his rare lips hang flabby and can’t hold</div><div>Slobber, and you’re enduring that worst thing,</div><div>Senility’s queasy furtive love-making,</div><div>And searching those dear eyes for human meaning,</div><div>Propping the bald and helpless head, and cleaning</div><div>A scrap that life’s flung by, and love’s forgotten,—</div><div>Then you’ll be tired; and passion dead and rotten;</div><div>And he’ll be dirty, dirty!</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;O lithe and free</div><div>And lightfoot, that the poor heart cries to see,</div><div>That’s how I’ll see your man and you!—</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But you</div><div>—Oh, when <em>that</em> time comes, you’ll be dirty too!<br><br>__________________________<br> <strong>Author:</strong> <strong>Rupert Chawner Brooke</strong>&nbsp;</div><div>(Born: 3 August 1887 - Died 23 April 1915)</div><div>__________________________</div><div>Main characteristics: This is a poem where the author describe how does he feel when his "lover-wife" engage with another guy, he seems to curse their life. He is embittered with his life and he can only be "happy" when his "lover-wife" and her husband became old and dirty.<br>Blank Verse is written with regular metrical but unrhymed lines, almost always in iambic pentameter.&nbsp;<br>_________________________<br>Theme: A monologue of a embittered lover that lost his "lover-wife".<br>The poem is about love rejection, the author uses language that is almost childish.&nbsp;<br>Gradually he transfigures the image of the beloved into anger, hatred and feelings of resentment.&nbsp;<br>________________________<br>Language Figures: Metaphor and Personification.<br>________________________<br>Symbol: The relentless time and its consequences, being old and tired and do not have strength to desire something new.<br>Imagery: "Has beaten your heart to such a flame of love."<br>_______________________<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>ELEGY: ( Ulisses Silva and Iloíla Ribeiro )</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>- <strong>Poem: </strong><em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;  &nbsp;</em><mark>Captain! My Captain!<br><br>O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;<br>The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;<br>The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,<br>While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:<br><br></mark><br></div><div><mark>But O heart! heart! heart!<br></mark><br></div><div><mark>O the bleeding drops of red,<br></mark><br></div><div><mark>Where on the deck my Captain lies,<br></mark><br></div><div><mark>Fallen cold and dead.<br></mark><br></div><div><mark><br>O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;<br>Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;<br>For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;<br>For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;<br></mark><br></div><div><mark>Here Captain! dear father!<br></mark><br></div><div><mark>This arm beneath your head;<br></mark><br></div><div><mark>It is some dream that on the deck,<br>You’ve fallen cold and dead.<br></mark><br></div><div><mark><br>My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;<br>My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;<br>The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;<br>From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;<br></mark><br></div><div><mark>Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!<br></mark><br></div><div><mark>But I, with mournful tread,<br></mark><br></div><div><mark>Walk the deck my Captain lies,<br>Fallen cold and dead.<br></mark><br></div><div><br><em>- </em><strong>Recording of the Reading:<br><br></strong><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/17pfVPl4l2gqZB24fqO0ouKOyhYgjo847/view?usp=drivesdk">https://drive.google.com/file/d/17pfVPl4l2gqZB24fqO0ouKOyhYgjo847/view?usp=drivesdk</a><strong><br></strong><br><strong>- Author</strong>: <em><mark>Walt Whitman</mark></em><em><br>Born in May 31, 1819, in West Hills, New York, USA.<br>Died in March 26, 1892, in Camden, New Jersey, USA.<br><br>- </em><strong>Main Characteristics:</strong><em> <br> <br> </em>This poem was written as a tribute to Abraham Lincoln, the American President. <em>The poem is lyric and it is classified as Elegy, </em>meaning a funeral song. Whitman used very strong <a href="https://literarydevices.net/figurative-language/">figurative language</a> throughout the poem to express his respect and to mourn the loss of Abraham Lincoln. The expression of mourning and grief mark the center of the poem. However, what stays in the mind of the readers is the <a href="https://literarydevices.net/speaker/">speaker</a>’s passionate expression of his love for his dead captain.<br><br><strong>- Theme:</strong> <em><mark>&nbsp;ELEGY<br><br></mark></em><em>&nbsp;</em>The speaker admires his captain for the victory they have won together. The major <a href="https://literarydevices.net/theme/">theme</a> that runs throughout the poem is the death of Abraham Lincoln at the end of the Civil War. <br> This poem portrays the end of a trip that was successful and the mission was complete. Arriving at the port, several people watch the ship arrive, but what could be a happy arrival turns into a sad moment, because the captain is in the deck, cold and dead. We can find characteristics like pain, sadness, melancholy, lament and tribute for the dead captain, wich characterizes an lyric poem, <mark>Elegy.</mark><br><br><strong>- Language Figure: <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong><mark>Metaphor &nbsp; -&nbsp; Imagery&nbsp; - Personification<br><br></mark><strong>Metaphor:&nbsp; </strong>Walt Whitman wrote the poem after the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. The "ship" he speaks of is intended to represent the United States of America, while his "terrible voyage" recalls the troubles of the American Civil War. The titular character "Captain" is Lincoln himself.<mark><br><br></mark><strong>Imagery:&nbsp; </strong>The poet has used visual <a href="https://literarydevices.net/imagery/">imagery</a> such as, “cold and dead”, “Lips are pale and still”, bleeding drops of red” and “mournful tread.” Whitman’s choice of powerful words has made the reader visualize the death of the captain.<em><br></em><br><strong>Personification: </strong>He has personified the walk of the speaker as a “mournful tread” because he cannot live without his captain. He has also personified shores in line 21 where it is stated, “Exult, O Shores!” As if the shores are humans and they are going to do something like blow trumpets of victory.<strong><br><br>- Symbols: <br><br></strong><mark>The Ship’s Anchor : <br></mark>&nbsp;The ship’s anchor in “O Captain! My Captain!” is a symbol for the end of Civil War and Lincoln’s death. While the voyage symbolizes the Civil War, it may also symbolize Lincoln’s life. When the speaker says that the anchored ship is safe and sound, Whitman refers to the country being out of war and in a state of peace. The dropped anchor in the third stanza means that the trip is “closed and done.”<br><strong><br></strong><mark>Swaying Masses:<br></mark>&nbsp;The speaker describes a crowd on the shore that’s excited to welcome the captain and the returning ship. The mass of people in the poem symbolize the American people who supported Lincoln and felt happy about the end of the war.<strong><br><br><br>- References:<br></strong><br><a href="https://literarydevices.net/o-captain-my-captain/">https://literarydevices.net/o-captain-my-captain/</a></div><div><br><a href="https://education.seattlepi.com/examples-symbolism-o-captain-captain-6107.html">https://education.seattlepi.com/examples-symbolism-o-captain-captain-6107.html</a><br><br><br><br><br></div><div><br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>UNIVERSIDADE ESTADUAL DO PARÁ;<br>STUDENTS: LUIZ GUSTAVO GOMES &amp; LETÍCIA GRAZIELA HOLANDA<br><br><br><mark>The Sonnet 18: </mark><br>"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?<br>Thou art more lovely and more temperate:<br>Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,<br>And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;<br>Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,<br>And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;<br>And every fair from fair sometime declines,<br>By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;<br>But thy eternal summer shall not fade,<br>Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;<br>Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,<br>When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;So long lives this, and this gives life to thee." William Shakespeare<br>(The performance of this sonnet is in the video above)<br><br><br><mark>The author: </mark><br>William Shakespeare has been a poet and a english actor, considered the bigger writer of english and more fluent, called frequently of "The England nacional poet" and knewed by your literary work more famous: Romeo and Juliet. Born in 23 of april of 1564, and the year of your death been 23 of april of 1616.<br><br><br><mark>Main característics:</mark> <br>This sonnet has 14 lines (like others sonnets); and we can read this with a Iambic parameter. Also the sonnet has the rhyme scheme.<br><br><mark>Theme:<br></mark>The theme of sonnet 18 of Shakespeare is directly to the beloved person, can be say that tell about one love, comparing this with a summer's day, however this beauty, all this things pass, but, your love not.<br><br>&nbsp;<mark>Language:<br></mark>.Metaphor:<br>Line 1:&nbsp; "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"<br>.Personification:<br>Line 11: "Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade"<br><br><mark>Symbols:</mark><br>Believes that the symbol present in the sonnet 18 of Shakespeare is the man comparing the woman with a summer's day: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?".<br><br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;Miracles&quot; by Walt Whitman </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>https://drive.google.com/file/d/1oELLWD9an5v6EFIx7MfcXwqQICI3dnCa/view?usp=drivesdk<br><br>https://drive.google.com/file/d/1oGiv4L1ZhC29A56vOUXSEP-xRPvtmE8Y/view?usp=drivesdk<br><br></div><div>Students: Miriã Sidrim and Layza Andrade&nbsp;</div><div><br>Author: Walt Whitman ( born on May 31 1819 and died on March 26, 1892)</div><div><br></div><div>Main Characteristics: Is a Free-verse poem and has elements like repetition, imagery, and motif.</div><div><br></div><div>Theme: Even the little things that happen in our daily lives and we don't pay much attention to are miracles/should be considered as one.</div><div><br></div><div>Language Figures: The author uses personification "stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring" he also makes use of refrain and imagery.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title> The EPIC POEM: DIVINE COMEDY (GROUP: PAULA VICTORIA E NITHAELY MARIANNE) </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>INFERNO | CHAPTER VII&nbsp;</strong></div><div>Thus we descended into the fourth chasm,</div><div>Gaining still farther on the dolesome shore</div><div>Which all the woe of the universe insacks. [...]</div><div>[…] Here saw I people, more than elsewhere, many,</div><div>On one side and the other, with great howls,</div><div>Rolling weights forward by main force of chest.</div><div>They clashed together, and then at that point</div><div>Each one turned backward, rolling retrograde,</div><div>Crying, "Why keepest?" and, "Why squanderest thou?"</div><div>Thus they returned along the lurid circle</div><div>On either hand unto the opposite point,</div><div>Shouting their shameful metre evermore.</div><div>Then each, when he arrived there, wheeled about</div><div>Through his half-circle to another joust;</div><div>And I, who had my heart pierced as it were,</div><div>Exclaimed: "My Master, now declare to me</div><div>What people these are, and if all were clerks,</div><div>These shaven crowns upon the left of us."</div><div>And he to me: "All of them were asquint</div><div>In intellect in the first life, so much</div><div>That there with measure they no spending made.</div><div>Clearly enough their voices bark it forth,</div><div>Whene'er they reach the two points of the circle,</div><div>Where sunders them the opposite defect.</div><div>Clerks those were who no hairy covering</div><div>Have on the head, and Popes and Cardinals,</div><div>In whom doth Avarice practise its excess."</div><div>And I: "My Master, among such as these</div><div>I ought forsooth to recognise some few,</div><div>Who were infected with these maladies."</div><div><strong>The author:</strong> Dante Alighieri, Born in 1265&nbsp; and died in 1321.&nbsp;</div><div><strong>Theme: </strong>the divine comedy is a story about the conversion of a lost sinner (Dante) who went from hell to the way of God and heaven. The verses tell of the need to follow the path of goodness and ethics.</div><div><strong>symbols:</strong> Hell: place of sinners, Purgatory: place of sinners awaiting the final judgment, Paradise: place of purification, which means holiness; Virgil: a Roman poet, who represent the human reason; Beatrice: she is the personification of faith.</div><div><strong>language figures:</strong> the author will use metaphorical language to tell his way through hell and heaven, which means a reflection on life.</div><div>reading: audio&nbsp;</div><div><strong>main characteristics: </strong>It's narrated in first person by the protagonist, Dante; the poems are written in decasyllable triplets (ABA, CDC).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>The Song of Hiawatha -  Epic Poem (Héber e Thais) </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp; You could trace them through the valley,<br>By the rushing in the Spring-time,<br>By the alders in the Summer,<br>By the white fog in the Autumn,<br>By the black line in the Winter;<br>And beside them dwelt the singer,<br>In the vale of Tawasentha,<br>In the green and silent valley.<br>&nbsp; "There he sang of Hiawatha,<br>Sang the Song of Hiawatha,<br>Sang his wondrous birth and being,<br>How he prayed and how be fasted,<br>How he lived, and toiled, and suffered,<br>That the tribes of men might prosper,<br>That he might advance his people!"<br>&nbsp; Ye who love the haunts of Nature,<br>Love the sunshine of the meadow,<br>Love the shadow of the forest,<br>Love the wind among the branches,<br>And the rain-shower and the snow-storm,<br>And the rushing of great rivers<br>Through their palisades of pine-trees,<br>And the thunder in the mountains,<br>Whose innumerable echoes<br>Flap like eagles in their eyries;--<br>Listen to these wild traditions,<br>To this Song of Hiawatha!<br>&nbsp; Ye who love a nation's legends,<br>Love the ballads of a people,<br>That like voices from afar off<br>Call to us to pause and listen,<br>Speak in tones so plain and childlike,<br>Scarcely can the ear distinguish<br>Whether they are sung or spoken;--<br>Listen to this Indian Legend,<br>To this Song of Hiawatha!<br>&nbsp; Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple,<br>Who have faith in God and Nature,<br>Who believe that in all ages<br>Every human heart is human,<br>That in even savage bosoms<br>There are longings, yearnings, strivings<br>For the good they comprehend not,<br>That the feeble hands and helpless,<br>Groping blindly in the darkness,<br>Touch God's right hand in that darkness<br>And are lifted up and strengthened;--<br>Listen to this simple story,<br>To this Song of Hiawatha!<br>.<br>Author:&nbsp;<br>- Henry Wadworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; - He was born in the USA<br>Main Characteristics:<br>Type of poetry: Epic Narrative<br>Lines: 5314<br>Stanzas: 629<br>Language structure: Trochaic (a stressed syllable followed by an unstressed syllable) tetrameter (four pairs of syllables in each line)<br>Theme: The theme of the poetry is about nature, legends, love, traditions and the journey of life of Hiwatha – a fictional character Ojibwe (a Native American tribe).<br>Language figures: metaphor, euphemism, hyperbole and prosopopeia.<br>Symbols: Warrior; Religious<br>.&nbsp;<br>Full Poem:&nbsp;<br>https://www.hwlongfellow.org/poems_poem.php?pid=62<br>.&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>The Song of Hiawatha -  Epic Poem (Héber e Thais) </title>
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         <title>An Ode to Ben Jonson</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Ah Ben!<br>Say how, or when&nbsp;<br>Shall we thy guests&nbsp;<br>Meet at those lyric feasts&nbsp;<br>Made at the Sun,<br>The Dog, the Triple Tun?<br>Where we such clursters had<br>As made us nobly wild, not mad;<br>And yet each verse of thine<br>Outdid the meat, outdid the floric wine<br>My Ben&nbsp;<br>Or come again,<br>Or send to us<br>Thy wit’s great overplus;&nbsp;<br>But teach us yet<br>Wisely to husband it;<br>Lest we that talent spend,<br>And having once brought to an end&nbsp;<br>That precious stock, the store&nbsp;<br>Of such a wit the world have no more.<br><br>Author: Robert Herrick, an English poet that was born in 1591 and passed away in 1674.&nbsp;<br><br>Characteristics: It has 2 stanzas and it also has an iambic metre; the rhythm matches the order aabbccaa sequence.&nbsp;<br><br>Theme: Someone of is being missed&nbsp;<br><br>Language Figures: Hiperbole&nbsp;<br><br>Symbols: Virtue&nbsp;<br><br>Point of View: Speaker’s point of view&nbsp;<br><br><br>Yasmin Costa and Wellington Johnson.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Monologue of Call me by your name</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>maria eduarda e vitória regina.<br><br></div><div>“Fear not. It will come. At least I hope it does. And when you least expect it. Nature has cunning ways of finding our weakest spot. Just remember: I am here. Right now you may not want to feel anything. Perhaps you never wished to feel anything. And perhaps it’s not with me that you’ll want to speak about these things. But feel something you did.</div><div><br></div><div>Look, you had a beautiful friendship. Maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you. In my place, most parents would hope the whole thing goes away, or pray that their sons land on their feet soon enough. But I am not such a parent. In your place, if there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a <strong>flame</strong>, don’t snuff it out, don’t be brutal with it.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us sooner than we’d want to be forgotten is no better. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste!</div><div><br></div><div>Have I spoken out of turn? Then let me say one more thing. It will clear the air. I may have come close, but I never had what you had. Something always held me back or stood in the way. How you live your life is your business. But remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. Most of us can’t help but live as though we’ve got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there’s only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it.</div><div>Right now there’s sorrow. I don’t envy the pain. But I envy you the pain.</div><div><br></div><div>We may never speak about this again. But I hope you’ll never hold it against me that we did. I will have been a terrible father if, one day, you’d want to speak to me and felt that the <strong>door</strong> was shut or not sufficiently open.”</div><div><br></div><div><strong>p. 199-200.</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Monologue of Call me by  your name (2nd post)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Author: </strong>André Aciman (1951-), professor of Literary Theory.</div><div><strong>Book: </strong>Call me by your name, 2008.</div><div><strong>Role: </strong>Mr. Perlman (Elio's Father).</div><div><strong>Main characteristics</strong>:&nbsp;</div><div>→ Voice of character: one of the main purposes of a monologue in a dramatic work is because it allows readers to become familiar with the character’s authentic voice and point of view.</div><div>→ Motivation of character: A well-written monologue can help readers understand a character’s motivation in terms of behavior within a narrative.</div><div>→ Backstory of character: Monologues can reveal details about both character and plot development. These details provide information and meaning for the reader, move the narrative forward, and indicate the impact of a character’s traits and past events in terms of the overall story.</div><div>Plus, a monologue is usually put in a literary work to allow a single character to deliver a speech to other characters with the clear intent of being heard by them. Another characteristic is that monologues are commonly used as a powerful method for writers to deliver their thoughts, ideas, and beliefs regarding an important <a href="https://literarydevices.net/subject/">subject</a> through one of their characters.</div><div><br></div><div><strong>Theme</strong>: Father-to-son speech about first love and heartbroken.</div><div><br></div><div><strong>Language figures: </strong>In monologues there is no need to use many language figures to ensure a good writing, because the more appropriate is using a language that sounds more authentically, just like the character.</div><div><br></div><div><strong>Symbols: </strong>Flame (it represents that the love and happy feelings/memories were not gone); Door (this one was used in order to represent trust - Mr. Pearlman intended to say he was opening the door of his “heart”, so his son could talk about anything)</div><div><br></div><div><strong>The monologue:</strong></div><div>“Fear not. It will come. At least I hope it does. And when you least expect it. Nature has cunning ways of finding our weakest spot. Just remember: I am here. Right now you may not want to feel anything. Perhaps you never wished to feel anything. And perhaps it’s not with me that you’ll want to speak about these things. But feel something you did.</div><div><br></div><div>Look, you had a beautiful friendship. Maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you. In my place, most parents would hope the whole thing goes away, or pray that their sons land on their feet soon enough. But I am not such a parent. In your place, if there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a <strong>flame</strong>, don’t snuff it out, don’t be brutal with it.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us sooner than we’d want to be forgotten is no better. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste!</div><div><br></div><div>Have I spoken out of turn? Then let me say one more thing. It will clear the air. I may have come close, but I never had what you had. Something always held me back or stood in the way. How you live your life is your business. But remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. Most of us can’t help but live as though we’ve got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there’s only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it.</div><div>Right now there’s sorrow. I don’t envy the pain. But I envy you the pain.</div><div><br></div><div>We may never speak about this again. But I hope you’ll never hold it against me that we did. I will have been a terrible father if, one day, you’d want to speak to me and felt that the <strong>door</strong> was shut or not sufficiently open.”</div><div><br></div><div>link of the audio recorded by students Maria Eduarda and Vitória Regina: <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1uG6QKWUyAL5zrMuQNnegw3AtBUh0KouB/view">https://drive.google.com/file/d/1uG6QKWUyAL5zrMuQNnegw3AtBUh0KouB/view</a><br><br></div><div><strong>REFERENCES:</strong></div><div>ACIMAN, André. Call me by your name. New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2008.&nbsp;</div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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