Meanwhile
                                
                                         
                                Ptolemy called Tryphon seized part of Syria, but his siege of Damascus and Orthosia was stopped in the third year of the 134th Olympiad [242 B.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            Eusebius - Chronicles | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Pir Khan was shivering in his little hut 
by the gate, and the horse was
                                
                                    stamping
                                
                                         
                                uneasily in the water.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Warner - World's Best Literature - v15 - Kab to Les | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                I'll see you safe and hear you 
Tell happy tales of far-off lands, 
The while we're
                                
                                    gathered
                                
                                         
                                near you.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            Catullus - Stewart - Selections | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                McKinley and the Carnation 
William McKinley, the noble
                                
                                    President
                                
                                         
                                of our land, 
For every one a word, a smile, a shake of the hand ; 
By an assassin's hand he was laid low 
And passed the way we must all go.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Childrens - Children's Rhymes and Verses | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                In vain may I expect thee to be liberal in things if I must endure thee
                                
                                    niggardly
                                
                                         
                                in words.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            The Letters of Abelard and Heloise - 1st Letter | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                The deed thoroughly answered: a 
source of
                                
                                    domestic
                                
                                         
                                altercation was entirely done away, and it was the 
means of opening Susan’s heart to her, and giving her something more to 
love and be interested in.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            Austen - Mansfield Park | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                From his statement, likewise, that the city of Kil- dare and its suburbs were places of safety and refuge, in which there could not be the least
                                
                                    apprehension
                                
                                         
                                of any hostile attack,^^ the canons of historic criticism seem to place the authorship of this tract, at some time before the commencement of the ninth century.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            O'Hanlon - Lives of the Irish Saints - v2 | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                The first
                                
                                    contains
                                
                                         
                                the absolutely necessary laws of thought, without which no use whatever of the understanding is possible, and gives laws therefore to the understanding, without regard to the difference of objects on which it may be employed.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Kant - Critique of Pure Reason | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Yet, if a poet can be wise, 
Caecilius, flee those
                                
                                    pleading
                                
                                         
                                eyes, 
And hither come, post haste, to me.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            Catullus - Stewart - Selections | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                , found among 
the papers
                                
                                    collected
                                
                                         
                                by Rosweyde what seemed to be a copy of this Vita S.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            O'Hanlon - Lives of the Irish Saints - v8 | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                What should avail me 
the many-twined
                                
                                    bracelets?
                                
                                         
                                
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Ezra-Pound-Provenca-English | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            A Doll's House by Henrik Ibsen | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Robert Frost - A Boy's Will | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                We stand at the threshold of an
                                
                                    intellectual
                                
                                         
                                and moral renaissance- Much as some of us might prefer the mental ease of provincialism, isola- tionism, we shall not be able to escape the impact of world forces.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Propaganda - 1943 - Post War Prospect of Liberal Education | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Stars indeed fair
                                
                                    creatures
                                
                                         
                                be; 
Yet amongst us where is he 
Joys not more the whilst he lies 
Sunning in his mistress' eyes.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            William Browne | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                The assault on free
                                
                                    institutions
                                
                                         
                                is world-wide now, and in the context of the present polarization of power a defeat of free institutions anywhere is a defeat everywhere.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            NSC-68 | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Sin regla ni compás canta mi lira: 
      Sólo mi
                                
                                    ardiente
                                
                                         
                                corazón me inspira!
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Jose de Espronceda | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                “It means,” she answered, seating me on the bench and
                                
                                    throwing
                                
                                         
                                her arms 
around my waist, “it means that I love you!
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Lermontov - A Hero of Our Time | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                So ambitious were Nero's con- struction projects that the comedians of the time joked that the
                                
                                    buildings
                                
                                         
                                would eventually stretch in a continuous line all the way from Rome to the town of Veii, 10 miles away.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Voices of Ancient Greece and Rome_nodrm | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Version Two 
 
 
                               I 
 
               He did not wear his scarlet coat, 
                 For blood and wine are red, 
               And blood and wine were on his hands 
                 When they found him with the dead, 
               The poor dead woman whom he loved, 
                 And
                                
                                    murdered
                                
                                         
                                in her bed.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Wilde - Ballad of Reading Gaol | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                1661,  
" And of this kind there would be so many in-~"~  
" stances in and about Limerick and Gal way, that  
" they deserve to be collected and mentioned in a  
" discourse by itself, to observe and magnify the  
" wonderful providence of God Almighty in bring-  
" ing heinous crimes to light and punishment in this  
" world, by means
                                
                                    unapprehended
                                
                                         
                                by the guilty ;  
" insomuch as it can hardly be believed, how many  
" of the clergy and the laity, who had a signal hand  
" in the contriving and fomenting the first rebellion,  
" and in the perpetration of those horrible mur-  
"ders; and who had obstructed all overtures to-  
" ward peace, and principally caused any peace  
"- that was made to be presently broken ; who had  
" with most passion adhered to the nuncio, and en-  
" deavoured most maliciously to exclude the king  
" and his posterity from the dominion of Ireland ;  
" I say, it can hardly be believed, how many of  
" these most notorious transgressors did by some act  
" of treachery endeavour to merit from the English  
"rebels, and so put themselves into their hands, and  
" were by them publicly and reproachfully executed  
" and put to death.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Edward Hyde - Earl of Clarendon | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                They are
                                
                                    feminine
                                
                                         
                                in the highest and completest sense of the word.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Warner - World's Best Literature - v21 - Rab to Rus | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                They are so-called representative types all over the globe, 
united to each other by
                                
                                    structural
                                
                                         
                                relations and separated by 
specific differences of the same kind as those that unite and sep- 
arate animals of different geological periods.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Warner - World's Best Literature - v01 - A to Apu | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                THE LILY IN A CRYSTAL 
 
     You have beheld a smiling rose 
     When virgins' hands have drawn 
     O'er it a cobweb-lawn: 
     And here, you see, this lily shows, 
     Tomb'd in a crystal stone, 
     More fair in this
                                
                                    transparent
                                
                                         
                                case 
     Than when it grew alone, 
     And had but single grace.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Robert Herrick - Lyric Poems | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                As practitioners we use theory as a guide; as sci- entists we
                                
                                    challenge
                                
                                         
                                that same theory.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            A-Secure-Base-Bowlby-Johnf | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                HE MEGARA,
                                
                                    TRANSLATED
                                
                                         
                                BY J.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Megara and Dead Adonis | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                He said : If a man correct himself what difficulty will he have in
                                
                                    consequent
                                
                                         
                                government, if he cannot cor- rect himself, what's he doing in (or with) government, anyhow?
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Ezra Pound - Confucian Analects | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Unfortunately 
no one either here or in China can appreciate the music of his verse, 
for we do not know how Chinese was
                                
                                    pronounced
                                
                                         
                                in the eighth century.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Li Po | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Mobilization as a fundamental autogenous process of modernity leads to the provision for constantly growing movement potential in order to keep
                                
                                    positions
                                
                                         
                                that turn out to be impossible as positions and become unsustainable through the conditions and effects of these provisions.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Sloterdijk | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                In the presence of the stranger, a suppos- edly universal orientation is
                                
                                    revealed
                                
                                         
                                as locally restricted and provincial.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            SIMMEL-Georg-Sociology-Inquiries-Into-the-Construction-of-Social-Forms-2vol | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Nobody can
                                
                                    appreciate
                                
                                         
                                it more than 
I do.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Man and Superman- A Comedy and a Philosophy by Bernard Shaw | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                    Secundus
                                
                                         
                                gives his opinion.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Tacitus | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Although it seems unlikely that Weininger's in- 
terior change resulted from such external
                                
                                    influence
                                
                                         
                                as these 
friends exerted, nevertheless external factors of the sort may 
very well have been instrumental in urging forward a develop- 
ment which was already under way.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Weininger - 1946 - Mind and Death of a Genius | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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  Blocks
                                
                                    automatically
                                
                                         
                                expire.
                                 
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Dostoevsky - The Idiot | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                No
                                
                                    ruffling
                                
                                         
                                winds come hither to disease 
    Thy pure and silver-wristed Naiades.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Robert Herrick | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                I even believe that quite cold water alone, 
if
                                
                                    thoroughly
                                
                                         
                                used, would be sufficient.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Knowlton - Fruits of Philosophy- A Treatise on the Population Question | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Buck
                                
                                    Mulligan
                                
                                         
                                kicked Stephen's foot under the table and said with warmth 
of tone: 
 
--Wait till you hear him on Hamlet, Haines.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            James Joyce - Ulysses | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                * Furthermoreitneglectsthefactthatatthepresent time it is not the true woman who
                                
                                    clamours
                                
                                         
                                for eman- cipation, but only the masculine type of woman, who misconstrues her own character and the motives that actuate her when she formulates her demands in the name of woman.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Weininger - 1903 - Sex and Character | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                They bore our country's great word across the rolling sea, 
  "America swears
                                
                                    brotherhood
                                
                                         
                                with all the just and free.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Matthews - Poems of American Patriotism | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Or was it fair to
                                
                                    sacrifice
                                
                                         
                                her charms, 
          And lay her open thus to dire alarms?
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            La Fontaine | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                TO PERlLLA 
 
     Ah, my
                                
                                    Perilla!
                                
                                         
                                
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Robert Herrick - Lyric Poems | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Exeunt
                                
                                    Lucretius
                                
                                         
                                and Eunomia right.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Catullus - Lamb - A Comedy in Verse | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                "this is where the
                                
                                    theoretical
                                
                                         
                                attitude begins" (l2 24, 309/211).
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Hegels Philosophy of the Historical Religions | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                But never yet the man was found 
Who could the mystery expound, 
Though Adam, born when oaks were young, 
Endured, the Bible says, as long; 
But when at last the
                                
                                    patriarch
                                
                                         
                                died 
The Gordian noose was still untied.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Emerson - Poems | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                (24) This matter of divinity is handled either in form of instruction of 
truth, or in form of
                                
                                    confutation
                                
                                         
                                of falsehood.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Bacon | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                IV 
 
She, who with her head the stars surpassed, 
 
One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main, 
 
One hand on Scythia, the other Spain, 
 
Held the round of earth and sky encompassed: 
 
Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed, 
 
That the old Giants' pride might rise again, 
 
Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar, 
 
Tombs of her
                                
                                    greatness
                                
                                         
                                at the heavens cast.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Du Bellay - The Ruins of Rome | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                Another stick of the penknife, when she
                                
                                    pretended
                                
                                         
                                to pat 
my head: and that is because I said I did not like the society of 
children and old women (low be it spoken!
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Jane Eyre- An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                During his
                                
                                    Residence
                                
                                         
                                here, he was intimately acquainted 
with _Sir Thomas More_, _William Warham_, Archbishop of _Canterbury_, 
_John Colet_, Dean of St.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Erasmus | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                It has survived long enough for the
                                
                                    copyright
                                
                                         
                                to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Aryan Civilization - 1870 | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                Time bring back the order of classic days; 
 
Earth has
                                
                                    shuddered
                                
                                         
                                with prophetic breath.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            19th Century French Poetry | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                You remember the
                                
                                    piazzone
                                
                                         
                                there, the stand-place 
    Of carriages a-brim with Florence Beauties, 
  Who lean and melt to music as the band plays, 
    Or smile and chat with someone who a-foot is, 
    Or on horseback, in observance of male duties?
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Elizabeth Browning - 4 | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                Pleasant the 
hours when they drive along the silvery tract of road that undulates 
among palms and olives, from the bending coast to
                                
                                    frowning
                                
                                         
                                hills, 
whose outlines are veiled in mists of mother-of-pearl.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Warner - World's Best Literature - v21 - Rab to Rus | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                When these books were first admitted into the public libraries, I 
remember to have said, upon occasion, to several persons concerned, how I 
was sure they would create broils wherever they came, unless a world of 
care were taken; and therefore I advised that the champions of each side 
should be coupled together, or otherwise mixed, that, like the blending 
of contrary poisons, their malignity might be
                                
                                    employed
                                
                                         
                                among themselves.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Swift - Battle of the Books, and Others | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                What shy
                                
                                    entreaty
                                
                                         
                                for a heart in your hands!
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Racine - Phaedra | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first
                                
                                    recorded
                                
                                         
                                vernacular lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Troubador Verse | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                If it should appear, that 
all
                                
                                    enlightened
                                
                                         
                                naturalists, without having distinctly proposed the 
problem to themselves, have yet constantly moved in the line of its 
solution, it must afford a strong presumption that the problem itself 
is founded in nature.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Coleridge - Biographia Literaria | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                The room at Shemus Rua's house is
                                
                                    suggested
                                
                                         
                                by a 
great grey curtain--a colour which becomes full of rich tints under the 
stream of light from the arcs.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Yeats - Poems | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                The Dutch complained, "that the French each other -  
 
 
 
202
                                
                                    CONTINUATION
                                
                                         
                                OF THE LIFE OF  
 
1667.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Edward Hyde - Earl of Clarendon | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                The two functions were a constant adaptation of
                                
                                    experience
                                
                                         
                                that had been valid for the past to the conditions of present and future and, based on our thus constantly adapted experience, a choice among the multiple possibilities that each open future was holding.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Gumbrecht - Incarnation, Now - Five Brief Thoughts and a Non-Conclusive Finding | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                Half-past one, 
     The street lamp sputtered, 
     The street lamp muttered, 
     The street lamp said, 
     "Regard that woman 
     Who
                                
                                    hesitates
                                
                                         
                                toward you in the light of the door 
     Which opens on her like a grin.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                Ah, the plea of that
                                
                                    clinging
                                
                                         
                                hand 
Through the whirl of that wild waltz tune!
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Warner - World's Best Literature - v28 - Songs, Hymns, Lyrics | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                A 
husband and wife ought to continue so long united as they love each 
other: any law which should bind them to cohabitation for one moment 
after the decay of their affection would be a most
                                
                                    intolerable
                                
                                         
                                tyranny, 
and the most unworthy of toleration.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Shelley copy | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                The predominant
                                
                                    influence
                                
                                         
                                on Wright's third book, The Branch Will Not Break (1963)--his breakthrough and masterpiece--was Bly, as their letters make unequivocally plain.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Trakl - Bringing Blood to Trakl’s Ghost | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                Live, and
                                
                                    forgive!
                                
                                         
                                
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            George Lathrop - Dreams and Days | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                All to bless, naught to blame,- 
Blanche is her
                                
                                    sweetest
                                
                                         
                                name.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Warner - World's Best Literature - v28 - Songs, Hymns, Lyrics | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                The
                                
                                    rejected
                                
                                         
                                title, however, for Death's Jest Book, " Charonic Steps," found in the MS.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Allinson - Lucian, Satirist and Artist | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                A
                                
                                    thousand
                                
                                         
                                torments dwell about thee!
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Selection of English Letters | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                Where is handsome
                                
                                    Megillus
                                
                                         
                                _now_?
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Lucian | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                One morning we tried for a job as
                                
                                    sandwich
                                
                                         
                                men.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Orwell - Down and Out in Paris and London | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                20 
 
And you feathered flute-players, 
Who instructed you to fill 
All the
                                
                                    blossomy
                                
                                         
                                orchards now 
With melodious desire?
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Sappho | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                From off the gateway's rusting iron asters, 
5The birds take flight to far
                                
                                    sequestered
                                
                                         
                                greens, 
?
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Stefan George - Selections from His Works and Others | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                So that Justice Justifies in that that sense, 
in which to Justifie, is the same that to Denominate A Man Just; and not 
in the
                                
                                    signification
                                
                                         
                                of discharging the Law; whereby the punishment of 
his sins should be unjust.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Hobbes - Leviathan | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some tale of love 
      Till it rustles with
                                
                                    laughter
                                
                                         
                                and tosses its mantle of green, 
      And the gloom of the wych-elm's hollow is lit with the iris sheen 
   Of the burnished rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Wilde - Poems | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                The chief of the embassy sent by Prusias, 
honour of acting six times as
                                
                                    musician
                                
                                         
                                during the king of Bithynia, to Rome, in B.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            William Smith - 1844 - Dictionary of Greek and Roman Antiquities - c | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                It was thought a
                                
                                    peculiar
                                
                                         
                                hardship, that 
a gentleman who had, for a long time, fought against us, 
and had not taken part with us till a late period, and when 
our affairs had assumed a more prosperous aspect, should 
be preferred in one of the most honorary commands of the 
service.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Hamilton - 1834 - Life on Hamilton - v1 | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                But
                                
                                    that’s
                                
                                         
                                not enough because it doesn’t tackle the basic problem – the dynamic of pampering that catapults humans out of nature.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Sloterdijk - Selected Exaggerations | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                At least I believe 
the real
                                
                                    sciences
                                
                                         
                                must see that their interest lies 
 
 
## p.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Nietzsche - v05 - Untimely Meditations - b | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                SAMSON: Nature within me seems 
  In all her
                                
                                    functions
                                
                                         
                                weary of herself; 
  My race of glory run, and race of shame, 
  And I shall shortly be with them that rest.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                I saw myself the garlands on their boughs, 
And tablets hung for gifts of granted vows; 
And
                                
                                    offering
                                
                                         
                                fresher up, with pious prayer,— 
"The good," said I, "are God's peculiar care, 
And such as honor Heaven shall heavenly honor share.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Warner - World's Best Literature - v19 - Oli to Phi | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                "82 Webbe believed that his 
countrymen owed a great debt to Master Arthur Golding, "for 
his labour in englyshing Ouids
                                
                                    Metamorphosis
                                
                                         
                                to profit 
this nation in all kind of good learning.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Ovid - Some Elizabethan Opinions of the Poetry and Character of OVid | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                ) "I was afraid of the dark till age r6 or r8, my last years of high school, but I
                                
                                    overcame
                                
                                         
                                it.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Adorno-T-Authoritarian-Personality-Harper-Bros-1950 | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                
                                
                                    Bientôt
                                
                                         
                                elle serait partie.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Proust - A La Recherche du Temps Perdu - Albertine Disparue - a | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                A
                                
                                    democratic
                                
                                         
                                society is not one in which the people rule, but rather one in which the people select their rulers.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Propaganda - 1943 - New Collectivist Propaganda | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                To smash legends, Eugene Crepet's biographical study, first printed in 
1887, has been
                                
                                    republished
                                
                                         
                                with new notes by his son, Jacques Crepet.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Baudelaire - Biographical Essay | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                '76 th'
                                
                                    informing
                                
                                         
                                soul:' 
 
the soul which not only dwells in, but animates 
and molds the body.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Alexander Pope | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                An opiate vapour, dewy, dim, 
     Exhales from out her golden rim, 
     And, softly dripping, drop by drop, 
     Upon the quiet
                                
                                    mountain
                                
                                         
                                top.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Edgar Allen Poe | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                21, 131-2, 146, 414, 415 
FOUR KINDS OF
                                
                                    INTENTION
                                
                                         
                                dgongs-pa rnam bzhi, Skt.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Dudjom Rinpoche - Fundamentals and History of the Nyingmapa | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                One million
                                
                                    feathers
                                
                                         
                                make one large 
pillow for our gallows.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Trakl - The True Fate of the Bremen Town Musicians as Told by Georg Trakl | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                3 The Emergence of this
                                
                                    Teaching
                                
                                         
                                in the Human World 
[70.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Dudjom Rinpoche - Fundamentals and History of the Nyingmapa | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                \ There is no
                                
                                    production
                                
                                         
                                at that time, 
\ Nor is there production at another.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Aryadeva - Four Hundred Verses | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                " 
 
I
                                
                                    willingly
                                
                                         
                                acceded to his desire.
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Question: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Answer: | 
                                             | 
                                         
                                        
                                            | Source: | 
                                            Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
                         | 
                    
                                    
                        
                            
                                Scarce was the loud
                                
                                    Liburnian
                                
                                         
                                heard to say, 
    "He sits," ere Pegasus was on his way; 
    Yes:--the new bailiff of the affrighted town, 
    (For what were Præfects more?
                                
                                    
                                        
                                            | Guess: | 
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                                            | Question: | 
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                                            Satires | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                This last device,
                                
                                    properly
                                
                                         
                                characterised as a 'catchword,' did not 
come into being until the year 1642, when it was occasioned by 
competition.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            Cambridge History of English Literature - 1908 - v07 | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Egypt does not constitute a military
                                
                                    strategic
                                
                                         
                                problem due to its internal conflicts and it could be driven back to the 
post 1967 war situation in no more than one day.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            A-Strategy-for-Israel-in-the-Nineteen-Eighties-by-Oded-Yinon-translated-by-Israel-Shahak | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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quality from the German
                                
                                    sicknesses
                                
                                         
                                of modern times.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            Sloterdijk -Critique of Cynical Reason | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                8r 
Once, what time white robes of manhood first did array 
me, 15 
Whiles in jollity life sported a spring holiday, 
Youth ran riot enow ; right well she knows me, the God- 
dess, 
She whose honey
                                
                                    delights
                                
                                         
                                blend with a bitter annoy.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            Catullus - Ellis - Poems and Fragments | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                He has 
supplied the
                                
                                    precious
                                
                                         
                                varnish wherewith to hide 
the dull ugliness of our civilisation.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            Nietzsche - v08 - The Case of Wagner | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                The aims of Ennius were not
                                
                                    essentially
                                
                                         
                                different from 
those of Livius and Naevius.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            | Source: | 
                                            Oxford Book of Latin Verse | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                "Slender in bulk—but it
                                
                                    contains
                                
                                         
                                good poems.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            Contemporary Verse - v01-02 | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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                                Song Making 
 
 
 
  My heart cried like a beaten child 
                                
                                    Ceaselessly
                                
                                         
                                all night long; 
  I had to take my own cries 
   And thread them into a song.
                                
                                    
                                        
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                                            Sara Teasdale - Flame and Shadow | 
                                         
                                    
                                 
                            
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