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Edna St. Vincent Millay: When the Year grows Old
When the Year grows OldEdna St. Vincent MillayI cannot but remember When the year grows old — October — November — How she disliked the cold!She used to watch the swallows Go down across…Poems by Emily Dickinson: 'Twas later when the summer went
Death and Life Indian Summer XXVI 'Twas later when the summer went Than when the cricket came, And yet we knew that gentle clock Meant nought but going home. 'T was sooner when the…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Dawn ("When night is almost done")
by EmilyDickinsonXVIThe Book of MartyrsDawn Dawn When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It 's time to smooth the hair And get the dimples…Poems by Emily Dickinson: III ("Alter? When the hills do.")
by EmilyDickinsonBequestSuspenseIII Alter? When the hills do. Falter? When the sun Question if his glory Be the perfect one. Surfeit? When the daffodil Doth of the dew: Even as herself,…Using Function Tables When Given Input and Output Values
Use this video to show students how they can use function tables to find exactly one output value for every input value.Just When Did Columbus "Discover" America—and Where Was He?
Just Where Was Columbus? Christopher Columbus The Voyages First Voyage, 1492-1493San Salvador, The BahamasCubaHispaniola Second Voyage, 1493-…William Shakespeare: When my love swears that she is made of truth
When my love swears that she is made of truthWhen my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in…William Shakespeare: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
When forty winters shall besiege thy browWhen forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd…William Shakespeare: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'dWhen I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd, And brass…William Shakespeare: O! how I faint when I of you do write
O! how I faint when I of you do writeO! how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might, To make me tongue-tied…