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      <title>Poetry engels by Rosanne Drijfhout</title>
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         <title>Sonnet 116, Assignment 2</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>That poem is amazing! I love the way how you talk about love. It talks about how love never changes, no matter what. Even if things are hard or if time passes, true love stays strong. I love how it says love is like a star that doesn't move in a storm. And it's super cool that love isn't fooled by time. It stays the same, even when everything else is changing. The poem makes me feel like love is the most powerful thing in the world. I'm so grateful that you wrote this for me and I think it's really beautiful.</p><p><br/></p><p>Thank you so much! I appreciate it!</p>]]></description>
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         <title>I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud, Assignment 2.1</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"I wandered lonely as a cloud." The first stanza of this poem talks about <strong>personification</strong>, a form of imagery, figurative language. This poem is about someone who floated lonely like a cloud over the hills and valleys. And come across a group of daffodils that are very cheerful. That is why the title is also called 'I wandered lonely as a cloud'.</p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-27 09:28:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I wandered lonely as a cloud, Assignment 2.2</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"That floats on high o'er vales and hills," The poem is about a cloud that floats over the valleys and hills. That's why I photographed this hill.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-27 09:29:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I wandered lonely as a cloud, Assignment 2.3</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"When all at once I saw a crowd," They talk about how he suddenly saw a crowd, a crowd of daffodils. So a large group of daffodils together. There were many of them in an endlessly long line.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-27 09:29:10 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I wandered lonely as a cloud, Assignment 2.4</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A host, of golden daffodils;" It's about there being a group of daffodils next to the lake and under the trees. Fluttering and dancing in the wind. There are tens of thousands of cheerful and dancing daffodils in a never-ending line. </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-27 09:29:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I wandered lonely as a cloud, Assignment 2.5</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Beside the lake, beneath the trees," The daffodils were under the trees. There were a lot of trees, because there were also a lot of daffodils. In this photo you see a never-ending line of trees, just like the never-ending line of daffodils.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-27 09:30:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>God&#39;s Grandeur, Assignment 1</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Dear mister Gerard Manley Hopkins,</p><p><br/></p><p>You said in your poem: "The world is charged with the grandeur of God." ~ In this day and age, the world is still charged with the grandeur of God, but many people forget that. Many people treat nature poorly and do not realize how much they are damaging the world. They don't think about the fact that God made the world and wanted us to take good care of it.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;" ~ The world is getting worse every generation. I think that the younger generations think much less about nature than the older generation. If things get worse every generation, there will soon be nothing left of the world. Many younger people don't think about it at all and throw waste into nature and are not sustainable.</p><p><br/></p><p>You also said: "And for all this, nature is never spent;" ~ That is still true, nature is still not exhausted, but it is getting worse and worse. If we go there like this, nature will eventually become exhausted. So we have to pay close attention to what we do. We must be more sustainable and ensure that the world does not exhaust itself completely.</p><p><br/></p><p>“There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;” ~ More people need to know this positive sentences, because in this world there are still beautiful things, it is not as if nature is completely dead and no longer looks like it. There are still plenty of beautiful nature reserves and phenomena and that should give us motivation so that we can take better care of nature. Because nature is too beautiful to destroy.</p><p><br/></p><p>I really like this sentence: "Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings." ~ Because the Holy Ghost also takes care of the world, because the Holy Ghost is within us and wants to ensure that we take good care of the world. God put us in this world to take good care of the world and to treat it with love.</p><p><br/></p><p>I like the beauty of your poem that you link nature and God together and that you show the positive side of nature and how beautiful nature is. That we can keep it beautiful together and take care of the world. So it has changed quite a bit over time. Nature is deteriorating considerably and more and more people are starting to think about what bad things we are doing to the world. But we have many things to do to keep the world alive.</p><p><br/></p><p>Kind regards,</p><p>Rosanne Drijfhout</p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-27 09:37:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>A Coat, Assignment 1</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>In this poem, William Butler Yeats complains about <strong>copycats</strong>. He does this through a <strong>comparison</strong> with a <strong>jacket</strong>. He sought inspiration in the 'old <strong>mythologies</strong>,' the mystical <strong>Irish</strong> folk tales that had played a prominent role in his work since the 1880s. But now new writers and poets also sought inspiration from folk tales, pretending that they had invented something new. Leave them alone, Yeats concluded about the young '<strong>fools</strong>.' Instead of entering into discussion, he preferred to <strong>walk</strong> around naked, or in other words: if others had to imitate him, he would look for something new himself. So in 1914, on the eve of Irish independence, he is no longer the only one to do so. New <strong>generations</strong> are sometimes more radical than himself, and what bothers him most is that they act as if they came up with it all themselves. But before everything, the Abbey <strong>Theater</strong> opened in Dublin in December 1904. It was a dream that Yeats had worked on for fifteen years. Finally there was a place where real Irish theater could be performed. </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-27 09:53:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>We Real Cool, Assignment 1</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>The Pool Players.</p><p>Seven at the Golden Shovel.</p><p><br>Seven pool players gather at the Golden Shovel, a place where they often spend their time and do things they shouldn't do.</p><p><br/></p><p>We real cool. We   </p><p>Left school. We</p><p><br/></p><p>The boys think they are very tough and cool. They leave school to go to the Golden Shovel.</p><p> </p><p>Lurk late. We</p><p>Strike straight. We</p><p><br/></p><p>Their behavior continues to be characterized. They lurk late, and they stay out late, possibly engaging in activities they shouldn't. "Strike straight".</p><p> </p><p>Sing sin. We   </p><p>Thin gin. We</p><p> </p><p>The pool players engage in vices such as singing sins and drinking gin. They think what they are doing is very cool, but they also know that what they are doing is not right.</p><p><br/></p><p>Jazz June. We   </p><p>Die soon.</p><p><br/></p><p>With 'We die soon' they think about what they did and that it was not smart and that they will die soon.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-27 09:58:40 UTC</pubDate>
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