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      <pubDate>2017-05-15 06:13:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>De gli occhi de la mia donna si move</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Dante Alighieri</strong><br>De gli occhi de la mia donna si move<br> un lume sì gentil che, dove appare,<br> si veggion cose ch'uom non pò ritrare<br> per loro altezza e per lor esser nove:<br> e de' suoi razzi sovra 'l meo cor piove<br> tanta paura, che mi fa tremare<br> e dicer: "Qui non voglio mai tornare";<br> ma poscia perdo tutte le mie prove:<br> e tornomi colà dov'io son vinto,<br> riconfortando gli occhi paurusi,<br> che sentier prima questo gran valore.<br> Quando son giunto, lasso!, ed e' son chiusi;<br> lo disio che li mena quivi è stinto:<br> però proveggia a lo mio stato Amore.</div><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-15 06:19:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title> Sonnet 73 - That Time of Year Thou Mayst in me Behold</title>
         <author>dambrosiogreta</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>William Shakespeare</strong><br> That time of year thou mayst in me behold<br>When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang<br>Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,<br>Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.<br>In me thou seest the twilight of such day<br>As after sunset fadeth in the west,<br>Which by and by black night doth take away,<br>Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.<br>In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire<br>That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,<br>As the death-bed whereon it must expire<br>Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.<br>This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,<br>To love that well which thou must leave ere long. <br><br><br><br><strong>QUESTIONS<br></strong>1) Who do you think the poem is adressedd to?<br>2) Do you think the poem has an happy ending?<br>3) Do you think the poem has an elaborate language?<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-15 06:27:06 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Just the way you are</title>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-15 06:48:02 UTC</pubDate>
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