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      <title>Because I Could Not Stop for Death by Nia Vasquez</title>
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Pd. 2 English</description>
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         <title>Because I Could Not Stop For Death</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Because I could not stop for Death---<br>He kindly stopped for me---<br>The Carriage held but just Ourselves---<br>And Immortality.<br><br>We slowly drove--He knew no haste<br>And I had put away<br>My labor and leisure too,<br>For His Civility---<br><br>We passed the School, where Children strove<br>At Recess---in the Ring---<br>We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain---<br>We passed the Setting Sun----<br><br>Or rather--He passed Us---<br>The Dews drew quivering and chill---<br>For only Gossamer, my Gown---<br>My Tippet---only Tulle----<br><br>We passed before a House that seemed<br>A Swelling of the Ground---<br>The Roof was scarcely visible---<br>The Cornice---in the Ground---<br><br>Since then---'tis Centuries--and yet<br>Feels shorter than the Day<br>I first <em>surmised</em> the Horses' Head <br>Were toward Eternity---</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 14:16:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Poem Meaning</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Death is showing her life and joyous moments to build up fear for her end. The end almost leads her into the afterlife.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 14:20:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Imagery</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Sitting sun" "He passed Us"<br><br>A Swelling of the Ground---<br>The Roof was scarcely visible---<br>The Cornice*---in the Ground---<br><strong>Cornice:</strong> the molding around the top of a building</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 14:22:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Reading of the poem</title>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 14:24:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Personification</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Death is shown in this poem as a kind gentleman.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 14:26:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Irregular capitalization</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The capitalization of words almost personifies them and makes them important and more bold.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 14:31:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Children at Recess</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 14:31:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <author>solanog910</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Death's Carriage</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 14:35:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <author>cushey558</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>How can this poem influence how people view death?</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 14:53:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Definition</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>Surmised</em>: suppose that something is true without having evidence to confirm it.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 15:05:04 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
         <author>solanog910</author>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 15:06:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 15:11:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Stanza Six</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I first surmised the Horse's Heads<br>Were toward Eternity--<br>Meaning: She realized that Death was taking her to the afterlife.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 15:14:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Poet&#39;s Corner</title>
         <author>vasquez784</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emily Dickinson</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 17:11:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>About</title>
         <author>vasquez784</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/vasquez784/jqaha61lzew9/wish/164414279</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Born: December 10, 1830<br>Died: May 15, 1886<br>- spent most of life as a recluse<br>-brought up in a Puritan town<br>Quote: "Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-04-03 17:13:31 UTC</pubDate>
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