please please please help me with these poems ....

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01i01b00well, my friends ...i need your help , i need the analysis of these poems 02b02i02br
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01i01b00i hate english language becasue of this poems and our teacher who can't even understand02b02i02br
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01i01b00it ........i really suffered ....and i have exam on poetry next saturday .....02b02i02br
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01i01b00please if someone has intersted in poems please please please help me 02b02i02br
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01i01b00i need also the simile and others02b02i02br
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01i01b00i need it today before tomorrow ..........i will wait for you please do it As soon as possible02b02i02br
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01i01b00first poem :02b02i02br
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01i01b00The Example02b02i02br
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01i01b00Here's an example from A butterfly02b02i02br
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01i01b00That on a rough, hard rock Happy can lie02b02i02br
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01i01b00friendless and all alone on this unsweetened stone00 .02b02i02br
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01i01b00Now let my bed be hard ! no care take !; I will02b02i02br
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01i01b00make my joy like this small butterfly00.02b02i02br
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01i01b00whose happy heart has power02b02i02br
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01i01b00to make a stone a flower02b02i02br
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01i01b00the writer : Wm Henry David02b02i02br
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01i01b00second poem: 02b02i02br
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01i01b00The Old Woman02b02i02br
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01i01b00As a white candle02b02i02br
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01i01b00In a quiet place00, 02b02i02br
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01i01b00so is the beauty02b02i02br
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01i01b00of an aged face02b02i02br
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01i01b00As the spet radiance00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00of the winter sun02b02i02br
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01i01b00so is a woman00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00with her travail done02b02i02br
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01i01b00Her brood gone from her02b02i02br
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01i01b00and her thoughts as still00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00as the waters00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00under a ruined mill00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00the writer: i don't know 02b02i02br
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01i01b00third poem :02b02i02br
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01i01b00Thunder storms00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00My mind has thunderstorms00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00that brood for heavy hours00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00until they rain me words00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00my thoughts are drooping flowers00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00and sulking silent birds00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00yet come , dark thunderstorms00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00and brood your heavy hours00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00for when you rain me words00 02b02i02br
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01i01b00my thoughts are dancing flowers02b02i02br
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01i01b00and joyful singing birds02b02i02br
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01i01b00Wm Henry David02b02i02br
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