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      <title>Because I could not stop for Death- by Katie Flores</title>
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      <description>By Emily Dickinson</description>
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      <pubDate>2017-04-03 21:31:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<pre><strong>Because I could not stop for Death – 
He kindly stopped for me –  
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –  
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility – 

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –  
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –  
We passed the Setting Sun – 

Or rather – He passed us – 
The Dews drew quivering and chill – 
For only Gossamer, my Gown – 
My Tippet – only Tulle – 

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground – 
The Roof was scarcely visible – 
The Cornice – in the Ground – 

Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads 
Were toward Eternity </strong></pre>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 21:48:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The meaning of the Poem</title>
         <author>flores788</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/flores788/gno52u8e1kgc/wish/164486726</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The poem is about a journey to the after life that death is taking her to. Death is taking her on this passage to her death, even though she is already dead. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 21:54:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Imagery</title>
         <author>flores788</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Stanza 3- "</strong></div><pre><strong>We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –  
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –  
We passed the Setting Sun – "</strong></pre><div><strong><br>Line 17-19-&nbsp; "A Swelling of the Ground –&nbsp;<br>The Roof was scarcely visible"</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 22:01:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Figurative language</title>
         <author>flores788</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/flores788/gno52u8e1kgc/wish/164489184</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Metaphor- line 18 "A swelling of the ground"<br><br>Line 4- Immortality= time<br>Line 8 - His Civility </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 22:21:16 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sound devices</title>
         <author>flores788</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/flores788/gno52u8e1kgc/wish/164489779</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Each seconds and fourth line of each stanza there is a slant rhyme. <br><br>Line 18 and 20 there's repetition with the word "ground". <br><br>There's a perfect rhyme in the beginning of the poem.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 22:29:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Title of the Poem</title>
         <author>flores788</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/flores788/gno52u8e1kgc/wish/164490950</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The title we gave the poem was "a journey through life" </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 22:42:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Discussion Question</title>
         <author>flores788</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/flores788/gno52u8e1kgc/wish/164491052</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Do you think you see the beauty or the worst of your life, before you die?</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 22:43:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Irregular Capitalization/dashes for emphasis</title>
         <author>flores788</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/flores788/gno52u8e1kgc/wish/164491114</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Line 5- "The Carriage" in which the dead people are on. <br>Line 8- "His Civility" <br>Line 11- "Fields of Gazing Grain"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 22:44:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Annotations</title>
         <author>flores788</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/flores788/gno52u8e1kgc/wish/164492927</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Line 18-20 " A swelling of the Ground- The Roof was scarcely visible- The cornice-in the ground-"<br>The whole section is talking about the grave.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 23:07:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Notes</title>
         <author>flores788</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/flores788/gno52u8e1kgc/wish/164493376</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Line 21-22 "Since then- 'tis Centuries-and yet Feels shorter than the Day"<br><br>She died centuries ago but she feels like it was only a couple days.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 23:14:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>G</title>
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         <pubDate>2017-06-03 00:15:22 UTC</pubDate>
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