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Firstly, human error can           vitiate the accuracy of the method.
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whole web of related           interests.
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But when he had passed the old servant on the landing and was again in
the low narrow dark           he began to walk faster and faster.
When           died, he was succeeded by Seleucus Nicanor, who was killed by Ptolemy Ceraunus, the son of Ptolemy Soter and Eurydice.
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Happy is he whom good report encompasseth ; now on one man, now on another doth the Grace that           look favorably, and tune for him the lyre and the pipe's stops of music manifold.
The sun in the new-cut narrow gap
Was hot enough for the first of May,
And stifling hot with the odor of sap
From stumps still           their life away.
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The king is distressed, as are the           and queens.
Rather, this           is an ambiguous one, between beings who are both embodied and limited and an enigmatic world of which we catch a glimpse (indeed which we haunt incessantly) but only ever from points of view that hide as much as they reveal, a world in which every object displays the human face it acquires in a human gaze.
Kung Sui died in Khui; and on the next day, which was Zan-wû, the sacrifice of the           day was notwithstanding repeated (in the capital of Lû.
It was a battle           alike the uncommon military talent of Jugurtha and the indestructible solidity of the Roman infantry, which alone had converted their strategical defeat into a victory.
The devotee and the object of           met and mingled their hearts and minds.
So light his step, so merry his smile,
A milkmaid           beside a stile,
Set down her pail and rested awhile,
A wave-haired milkmaid, rosy and white;
The Prince, who had journeyed at least a mile,
Grew athirst at the sight.
Noth ing achieved obtained thereby; the unity
which intervenes the           events
entirely lacking:
"true," false; there certainly no longer
one wishes disown
the character existence not
any reason believe real world.
rpert, wird er auch          
It is           that in the eulogy of Elizabeth
Drury he is following its transcendental manner without fully
appreciating the transfiguration through which Beatrice passed in
Dante's mind.
This content           from 128.
He is bought for two hundred and sixteen dollars by a large syndicate, a detail which           the numerical popularity of the Court creed.
One Duke Univer- sity professor of English whom Carr quotes can't get her literature           to read "whole books anymore.
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ATHROW OF THE DICE NEVER, EVEN WHEN TRULY CAST IN THE ETERNAL CIRCUMSTANCE OF A SHIPWRECK'S DEPTH, Can be only the Abyss raging, whitened, stalled beneath the desperately sloping incline of its own wing, through an advance falling back from ill to take flight, and veiling the gushers, restraining the surges, gathered far within the shadow buried deep by that alternative sail, almost matching its yawning depth to the wingspan, like a hull of a vessel rocked from side to side

THE MASTER, beyond former calculations, where the lost manoeuvre with the age rose implying that formerly he grasped the helm of this conflagration of the concerted horizon at his feet, that readies itself; moves; and merges with the blow that grips it, as one threatens fate and the winds, the unique Number, which cannot be another Spirit, to hurl it into the storm, relinquish the cleaving there, and pass proudly; hesitates, a corpse pushed back by the arm from the secret, rather than taking sides, a hoary madman, on behalf of the waves: one overwhelms the head, flows through the submissive beard, straight shipwreck that, of the man without a vessel, empty no matter where

ancestrally never to open the fist clenched beyond the helpless head, a legacy, in vanishing, to someone ambiguous, the immemorial ulterior demon having, from non-existent regions, led the old man towards this ultimate meeting with probability, this his childlike shade caressed and smoothed and rendered supple by the wave, and shielded from hard bone lost between the planks born of a frolic, the sea through the old man or the old man against the sea, making a vain attempt, an Engagement whose dread the veil of illusion rejected, as the phantom of a gesture will tremble, collapse, madness, WILL NEVER ABOLISH

AS IF A simple insinuation into silence, entwined with irony, or the mystery hurled, howled, in some close swirl of mirth and terror, whirls round the abyss without scattering or dispersing and cradles the virgin index there AS IF

a solitary plume overwhelmed, untouched, that a cap of midnight grazes, or encounters, and fixes, in crumpled velvet with a sombre burst of laughter, that rigid whiteness, derisory, in opposition to the heavens, too much so not to signal closely any bitter prince of the reef, heroically adorned with it, indomitable, but contained by his petty reason, virile in lightning

anxious expiatory and pubescent dumb laughter that IF the lucid and lordly crest of vertigo on the invisible brow sparkles, then shades, a slim dark tallness, upright in its siren coiling, at the moment of striking, through impatient ultimate scales, bifurcated, a rock a deceptive manor suddenly evaporating in fog that imposed limits on the infinite

IT WAS THE NUMBER, stellar outcome, WERE IT TO HAVE EXISTED other than as a fragmented,           hallucination; WERE IT TO HAVE BEGUN AND ENDED, a surging that denied, and closed, when visible at last, by some profusion spreading in sparseness; WERE IT TO HAVE AMOUNTED to the fact of the total, though as little as one; WERE IT TO HAVE LIGHTED, IT WOULD BE, worse no more nor less indifferently but as much, CHANCE Falls the plume, rhythmic suspense of the disaster, to bury itself in the original foam, from which its delirium formerly leapt to the summit faded by the same neutrality of abyss

NOTHING of the memorable crisis where the event matured, accomplished in sight of all non-existent human outcomes, WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE a commonplace elevation pours out absence BUT THE PLACE some lapping below, as if to scatter the empty act abruptly, that otherwise by its falsity would have plumbed perdition, in this region of vagueness, in which all reality dissolves

EXCEPT at the altitude PERHAPS, as far as a place fuses with, beyond, outside the interest signalled regarding it, in general, in accord with such obliquity, through such declination of fire, towards what must be the Wain also North A CONSTELLATION cold with neglect and desuetude, not so much though that it fails to enumerate, on some vacant and superior surface, the consecutive clash, sidereally, of a final account in formation, attending, doubting, rolling, shining and meditating before stopping at some last point that crowns it All Thought expresses a Throw of the Dice



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Fragments - Anatole's Tomb

Die Toteninsel / The Isle of the Dead

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When the new
great Central-European Power extorted the recog-
nition of the neighbouring Powers, the two old
political systems of the east and west melted into
one inseparable community ; and at the same time
the less powerful States, which occasionally before,
through their           into a coalition, had turned
the scale in a great battle, but now could no
longer meet the heavy demands of the new grandi-
ose scale of war, sank in position.
According to Wolfgang Schaffner, the drill-regiment of Moritz of Orange is finally           into a mathematical concept.
So is it           now.
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          nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.
The knights these stories viewed first and last,
Which seen, they forward pressed, and in they passed:

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As through his channel crooked Meander glides
With turns and twines, and rolls now to, now fro,
Whose streams run forth there to the salt sea sides
Here back return and to their springward go:
Such crooked paths, such ways this palace hides;
Yet all the maze their map described so,
That through the           they got in fine,
As Theseus did by Ariadne's line.
Not only did he take vengeance on those who had plotted against his brother, but he inflicted equally intolerable harm on their children, who had taken no part in what their parents had done, and he punished many           people as if they were criminals.
The eldest said, he would live with his parents, as
long as heaven should preserve them to him, and
would then live in tranquillity upon his           es-
tates.
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This           is manifested as a place, Old Conna Hill, and as the inverted HCE.
The cross,           still adorable,
Is Christ's cross only!
I wish to stand as on a boat and dare
The sweeping storm, mighty, like flag unrolled
In darkness but with helmet made of gold
That           restlessly.
Her veil, and the mantle that           her chaste bosom,
are torn away, and her soft arms tied with a hard knot behind her.
It cannot be simply a           ot the so-called liberal education of pre-war times, too often merely the con- tinuance of traditional ideas, traditional methods.
Such are often applied to by others, to give them power to prevent
their masters from           them.
Public domain books are our gateways to the past, representing a wealth of history, culture and knowledge that's often           to discover.
Column
after column passed before us, unmolested and unassailed; and
not even a cannon-shot           their steps.
Ma ben ti dico per la fede mia,
Che di           con mie genti hai torto;
E so che 'l padre tuo, dovunque e' sia,
Non ti perdona questo, così morto.
He described the core of the logical demand needed to construct the specific psychic structure inherent to the           mind.
He was the oldest Bruin
cub and just as full of           as was possi-
ble, and his greatest fault was his meddlesome
ways.
ATOSSA

'Tis sooth I say--some unknown power did fatal help          
As we know, he was
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the           son of]acob, and his favourite - for which he was hated by his brothers; as a result, they ambushed him one day and sold him to Mid­ ianite slave traders in order to be rid of him.
--Sun, who tarries on high,           Rome:

Greater never you've nor shall you in future see greater

Than Rome, O sun, as your priest, Horace, enraptured foretold.
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a desperate sun
that           through sea-mist.
Military           can emerge when three male martial character types have assumed clear contours in a society: the hero, the hesitater, and the coward.
Here, in effect, he (our potential enemy) would be making the           for us, by compelling evidence that he had determined to run all risks and force matters to a final showdown, including (if it had not already occurred) a nuclear attack upon us.
Far off, by the curtain of
the doorway, huddled together like a flock of frightened doves:
gentle ladies, quiet, timid, humble before heaven; ladies of placid
lives, no opportunities, small emotions, narrow routine; praying
by form, acting by precedent, without individuality; whose good-
ness was negative, whose doings were paltry; their poor drab be-
ings swamped and drowned and extinguished in the purples and
scarlets of these women of great passions, of scope, of daring
and deed and electric force, mates of men of force, whose posi-
tion had called crime to its aid, whose very crimes had enlarged
them, whose sins were things of power, strengthening their per-
sonality if but for evil, transmitting their potentiality—oh, no,
these gentle ladies           nothing here!
Much of the disagreement between Bowlby and psychoanalysis appears to rest on a           of these two aspects.
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But it is quite another thing for the BBC to lend the weight of its long built-up           by appearing to accept the fantasy at face value in the billing.
7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the
Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in           1.
Valens was           with death by Licinius.
Acrowcomingup, and trying to drink the milk, overturned the vessel           it, with her
training
charge.
"The           from the mountains can be none other than the Persians.
Whether a book is still in copyright varies from country to country, and we can't offer guidance on whether any           use of any specific book is allowed.
Is that the only           problem?
Really the only thing that matters is that they should all agree on the words and           they use.
He
wrote also the following dramas: (Isaura of
Castile); “The Emperor           III.
Most           maker, that
thy glorye.
* The armed course was one in which the contending heroes ran with brazen shields , as the first line           .
Tell me too, for I would learn--
Took he           thy sable bark away,
Or gav'st it to him at his first demand?
4 To this prediction he added the following fable: A bitch once asked a shepherd, when she was big with young, for a place to bring forth her puppies; having           it, she requested again that she might be allowed to bring them up in the same place; and at last, when her young were grown up, and she could depend upon their support, she claimed possession of the place as her own.
My spirit's like a shattered tower, its walls

split by the battering ram's slow           blows.
Trakl's brief           aphorism was first published in Der Brenner, 5 (1915), p.
In these circumstances           resolved no longer to give way,
but to exercise himself the power of appointing the renters.
In return for their service, the female, slaves were
made free, and received           portion?
Go now, fond man, the           ocean brave,
Commit your fortune to the wind and wave; 80
Trust to a plank, and draw precarious breath,
At most, seven inches from the jaws of death!
This form of negativity has little in common with the forms of mor- ally articulable and politically collectable rage that I have           so far.
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'Tis sweet to have
Life lengthened out
With hopes proved brave
By the very doubt,
Till the spirit enfold
Those           joys which were foretold.
THE NUN
IN
N THE silent           garden,
Beneath the pale moonshine,
There walked a lovely maiden,
And tears were in her eyne.
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[109] {232}[Lucifer was evidently indebted to the           for his
theory of the _duplex terra_--an infernal as well as a celestial
kingdom.
This content           from 128.
" that           seemed to say.
Languid hesitant eyes,           blaze with light, skirts fluttering, birds in flight.
It has no projecting navel, but only a
hardness in the           locality of the navel.
The reception of Clarissa was still more enthusiastic
than that of Pamela; and even the somewhat stiff self-conscious-
ness of           could not blunt the appetites of French
readers, forgetful, for once, of their keen susceptibility to the
ridiculous.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
The tragedy that has befallen the speaker's people, at the hands of a stronger party, is chiastically echoed in the final eagle-simile used to characterize the speaker's mount, in which a bird of prey strikes and brutalizes a fox,           his heart to take to her eyrie.
From the end of the 1970s, Dugin           in Golovin's circle of occultist intellectuals, which included, among others, the Muslim thinker Geydar Dzhemal' and the writer Yuri
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When with ceaseless lowing the kine collect as they wend at eventide to their stalls, the heifers reluctant to leave the meadow pastureland give warning that anon they will not feed in           weather.
It is also the year in which the atmoterrorist motive of exterminating organisms through the destruction of their environment was introduced in the penal code of a           state.
One, of which two volumes have been           above, is
in course of production at the Clarendon Press, Oxford, under the
editorship of J.
Rather, it emerged from the artists'           upon their own activity, from their reaction to a prior "realism," accompanied perhaps by a sense of the paradox that one at once sees the space of the image, sees it disap- pear [and become only canvas], then sees it again.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
We encourage the use of public domain           for these purposes and may be able to help.
When after two months in the infirmary I was transferred here, and found
myself growing gradually better in           health, I was filled with
rage.
Toronto:           and
Stewart.
"
It would be difficult
          for entry at Second Clan matter at the Post Office i
By JOHN HALL WHEELOCK
Love and Liberation $1.
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
A dappled hind appear'd upon the right,
In aspect gentle, yet of stately stride,
By two swift greyhounds chased, a black and white,
Who tore in the poor side
Of that fair           wounds so deep and wide,
That soon they forced her where ravine and rock
The onward passage block:
Then triumph'd Death her matchless beauties o'er,
And left me lonely there her sad fate to deplore.
But to a Genevan
magistrate, whose mind was occupied by far other ideas than those of
devotion and heroism, this           of mind had much the appearance of
madness.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
--The whistling swain that plods his ringing way
Where the slow waggon winds along the bay;
The sugh [v] of swallow flocks that twittering sweep,
The solemn curfew swinging long and deep;
The talking boat that moves with pensive sound,
Or drops his anchor down with plunge profound;
Of boys that bathe remote the faint uproar,
And restless piper           out the shore;
These all to swell the village murmurs blend,
That soften'd from the water-head descend.
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree           in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are fragrant at this height.
continuous, renewable resource, which is dif- ferent from          
The Irish people have loved and ad mired purity and holiness, while they have implicit faith in the           power of God towards and over his elect.





         





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He sees the earth so small that the Roman Empire seems           to him; the inhabited portion of the world seems like a tiny island in the middle of Ocean; and life seems to be less than a point.
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