https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v en-us 2018-05-18 18:01:22 UTC 2025-11-06 23:26:01 UTC hello@padlet.com michael_difelice https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/264337956 https://docs.google.com/document/d/16_OTx8R4-BG0xYGDdOlARfvbF5ifukuqK61oQhzRf64/edit]]> 2018-05-29 18:14:29 UTC https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/264337956 michael_difelice https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/264339760 https://rua.ua.es/dspace/bitstream/10045/5356/1/RAEI_13_13.pdf]]> 2018-05-29 18:21:03 UTC https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/264339760 https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/264647107 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MwZ2pRpodpsrrXRGbgJGAzxc7U9LUU2u2x5FOKSqdT8/edit]]> 2018-05-30 22:39:49 UTC https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/264647107 michael_difelice https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/265457943 They Would Do Anything For Love 
I chose to write this memoir because in the story both Palamon and Arcite would do anything to be with Emily. they were once great friends, but because of their love for Emily, they turn on each other and even resort to fighting and killing one another in order to be with her. this memoir shows that they would quite ltiterally do anything for love. ]]> 2018-06-04 17:48:55 UTC https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/265457943 michael_difelice https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/265707032 2018-06-05 17:56:33 UTC https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/265707032 michael_difelice https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/266165886 2018-06-07 17:42:17 UTC https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/266165886 michael_difelice https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/266166144 For two long years in the city of Thebes
Arcite remained, weeping piteously
Until he was finally ready to leave
And he looked in a mirror, and in it he could see
That his face had been altered so hideously
From grief that it seemed he had a deadly disease
He was so different to see that he wasn’t turned away
When Arcite at last returned to stay
In Athens, and was fast to learn the ways
Of breaking his back for a servant’s wage
Making him act like an earnest page
And gradually he earned the praise
Of everyone concerned, and made
Sure his plans were firmly laid;
For Emilye he yearned and prayed
But never said a word, afraid

Now, for seven long years, I aim to tell
How Palamon stayed, chained in his cell;
This wretched prisoner remained to dwell
In darkness, and felt the flames of hell
Tortured and stretched, in pain, until
One fortunate night he came to fill
His jailer’s drink with these strange pills
So the guard became ill, since the dope was made
From local opiates, and so he escaped
He was sorely afraid, but slowly he made
His lonely way to a grove where he stayed
Unexposed in the shade and laid low for a day
Arcite that morning made no delay
And rode out from court so he could pay
Respect to the sport and frequent play
That people seek in May
And he came by chance
To aim his lance into those same high stands of trees
And began to complain on his hands and knees
And said
“I can’t believe I came from royalty
And my family’s name will be destroyed in me!
Emilye’s to blame for spoiling me!
She’s tempting me to shamefully toil and be
My enemy’s page, and change my loyalty!”
Palamon’s blood nearly boiled as he
Crouched and listened joylessly
To this pointless speech; so annoyed was he
That he jumped up and uncoiled to speak:
“I hate to spoil the deceit you’ve created in court
And interrupt the life you betrayed me for
But this is what I have been waiting for:
Waging war to decide who loves the lady more!”]]> 2018-06-07 17:43:25 UTC https://padlet.com/michael_difelice1/nlvz5lgt9l1v/wish/266166144