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By Sofía Piotto andBy Sofía Piotto and

Marina RobledoMarina Robledo

THE BATTLE OF FINNSBURHTHE BATTLE OF FINNSBURH

'...                                ...gables burning?'

Then proclaimed Hnaef,    the battle-young king:

'This is not the eastern dawn  nor is a dragon flying here

nor here does this hall's    gables burn.

But here they bear forth,   birds screech,

the grey-coated wolf bays,    the war-wood clashes,

the shield answers the shaft.    Now the moon shines,wandering under the clouds;  now woe-deeds come to pass

which this people's hatred    desires to fulfil.

ROMEO AND JULIETROMEO AND JULIETBY ShakespeareBY Shakespeare

Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun.

ANNABEL LEEANNABEL LEEBy Edgar Allan PoeBy Edgar Allan Poe

I was a child and she was a child,

  In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love

 I and my Annabel Lee

With a love that the wingéd seraphs in Heaven 

Coveted her and me.