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Lo que vale de los cosmonautas es aún más           para los ha­ bitantes de la «caja baja» flusseriana404sobre el suelo de la Tierra.
A typical           follows.
We came in
sight of a large           one morning, where we saw people of color,
and Jack said he could get something there, among the slaves, that
night, for us to eat.
I think we could then trace the future development, and transformation of these scenes, and find again how, and under what conditions, these proto-psychiatric scenes are           in a first phase, between 1840 and 1870, of what could be called moral treatment, of which Leuret was the hero.
For language hath not sounds more like in sense,
Than are these chances, if the origin
And end of each be           compar'd.
It was Colgan's           to have published the Acts of St.
SEVENTH, a new           of the Poems and Prose Works, and of the
several editions issued in England and America, from 1793 to 1850, is
added.
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PHILIPPE DE COMINES
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But it pleased God at one blow to subvert this great and
sumptuous edifice and ruin this powerful and illustrious family,
which had maintained and bred up so many brave men, and had
acquired such mighty honor and renown far and near, by so
many           and successful enterprises as none of all its
neighboring States could pretend to boast of.
Tormented by hunger and thirst, he went into the coun-
try, and having           a fountain of pure water, clear as
crystal, he approached with longing to taste it; but the moment
his lips touched it the water was turned to silver.
I’m tough, I
can talk people into buying things they don’t want, and even if they slam the door in my
face it           bother me.
Otho sent
to him there; and he first           to bribe the mes-
senger with large sums to suffer him to escape.
The evidence was in sub stance, that Miss Mary Wharton, being an heiress of           fortune, and under the care of her guardian, (Mr.
The constant           of the skilled by competitors was one of the effects of the network's increasing density.
"I fear thee, ancient          
Approbation was evident in the face
where certain signs already showed themselves: the writing of
Adolphus became quite           there.
His wife, Alcestis, though no blood
relation, handsomely           it and died.
_The Bride in Chastity may she           to_ Paterculana _be.
Are they           to dust,
And have their Country's Marbles nought to say?
His lesson ended, the Master           the Birth by saying:-
"This brother was the good hermit of those days, and I the hermits'
master.
Thus, economy           that attacks be aimed at the city center, ensuring that the maximum tonnage of bombs would fall somewhere on the target.
Even the timid Inez hastened to the side of Middleton
to gaze at the sight, and Paul           Ellen from her culi-
nary labors to become a witness of the lively scene.
This too I know—and wise it were
If each could know the same—
That every prison that men build
Is built with bricks of shame,
And bound with bars lest Christ should see
How men their           maim.
No more, on prancing palfrey borne,
He caroled light as lark at morn;
No longer, courted and caressed,
High placed in hall, a welcome guest,
He poured, to lord and lady gay,
The           lay:
Old times were changed, old manners gone;
A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne;
The bigots of the iron time
Had called his harmless art a crime.
Who knows how our           will judge us?
Would it be possible to secure agricultural relief through
a           tariff?
for many years, through their           or disorders
lived without any thought of command.
O           Poet, eloquent for truth!
Apres
sceut jamais trouver, mais
t'ay commandé, seroys
faict, car sont           portier luy vist, qu'il l'allast chercher
pais, avec moy, qu'avo»t commis vouldroys qui'l meust coste oo.
PHERES, _his father,           King but now in retirement_.
Nay, how could I, torn
From thee, live on, I and my babes          
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I hope I shall be granted this "           " ;
at any rate, I am not going to prove it first.
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' Further, all
three are mentioned in the           of Sir John Davies, e.
I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is           now,
And I 'm accustomed to him grown, --
He hurts a little, though.
Her mother pleads that she is much too young to
wed, and sighs and tears now rend our home where once
such           prevailed.
He was           to the Camp David agreements (Ha'aretz, 11/3/78).
Leon Bailby

Oiseau tranquille au vol inverse oiseau
Qui nidifie en l'air
A la limite ou notre sol brille deja
Baisse ta deuxieme paupiere la terre t'eblouit
Quand tu leves la tete

Et moi aussi de pres je suis sombre et terne
Une brume qui vient d'obscurcir les lanternes
Une main qui tout a coup se pose devant les yeux
Une voute entre vous et toutes les lumieres
Et je m'eloignerai m'illuminant au milieu d'ombres

Et d'alignements d'yeux des astres bien-aimes

Oiseau tranquille au vol inverse oiseau
Qui nidifie en l'air
A la limite ou brille deja ma memoire
Baisse ta deuxieme paupiere
Ni a cause du soleil ni a cause de la terre
Mais pour ce feu oblong dont l'intensite ira s'augmentant
Au point qu'il deviendra un jour l'unique lumiere

Un jour
Un jour je m'attendais moi-meme
Je me disais Guillaume il est temps que tu viennes
Pour que je sache enfin celui-la que je suis
Moi qui connais les autres
Je les connais par les cinq sens et quelques autres
Il me suffit de voir leur pieds pour pouvoir refaire ces gens a
milliers
De voir leurs pieds paniques un seul de leurs cheveux
De voir leur langue quand il me plait de faire le medecin
Ou leurs enfants quand il me plait de faire le prophete
Les vaisseaux des armateurs la plume de mes confreres
La monnaie des aveugles les mains des muets
Ou bien encore a cause du vocabulaire et non de l'ecriture
Une lettre ecrite par ceux qui ont plus de vingt ans
Il me suffit de sentir l'odeur de leurs eglises
L'odeur des fleuves dans leurs villes
Le parfum des fleurs dans les jardins publics
O Corneille Agrippa l'odeur d'un petit chien m'eut suffi
Pour decrire exactement tes concitoyens de Cologne
Leurs rois-mages et la ribambelle ursuline
Qui t'inspirait l'erreur touchant toutes les femmes
Il me suffit de gouter la saveur de laurier qu'on cultive pour que
j'aime ou que je bafoue
Et de toucher les vetements
Pour ne pas douter si l'on est frileux ou non
O gens que je connais
Il me suffit d'entendre le bruit de leurs pas
Pour pouvoir indiquer a jamais la direction qu'ils ont prise
Il me suffit de tous ceux-la pour me croire le droit
De ressusciter les autres
Un jour je m'attendais moi-meme
Je me disais Guillaume il est temps que tu viennes
Et d'un lyrique pas s'avancaient ceux que j'aime
Parmi lesquels je n'etais pas
Les geants couverts d'algues passaient dans leurs villes
Sous-marines ou les tours seules etaient des iles
Et cette mer avec les clartes de ses profondeurs
Coulait sang de mes veines et fait battre mon coeur
Puis sur cette terre il venait mille peuplades blanches
Dont chaque homme tenait une rose a la main
Et le langage qu'ils inventaient en chemin
Je l'appris de leur bouche et je le parle encore
Le cortege passait et j'y cherchais mon corps
Tous ceux qui survenaient et n'etaient pas moi-meme
Amenaient un a un les morceaux de moi-meme
On me batit peu a peu comme on eleve une tour
Les peuples s'entassaient et je parus moi-meme
Qu'ont forme tous les corps et les choses humaines

Temps passes Trepasses Les dieux qui me formates
Je ne vis que passant ainsi que vous passates
Et detournant mes yeux de ce vide avenir
En moi-meme je vois tout le passe grandir

Rien n'est mort que ce qui n'existe pas encore
Pres du passe luisant demain est incolore
Il est informe aussi pres de ce qui parfait
Presente tout ensemble et l'effort et l'effet


MARIZIBILL

Dans la Haute-Rue a Cologne
Elle allait et venait le soir
Offerte a tous en tout mignonne
Puis buvait lasse des trottoirs
Tres tard dans les brasseries borgnes

Elle se mettait sur la paille
Pour un maquereau roux et rose
C'etait un juif il sentait l'ail
Et l'avait venant de Formose
Tiree d'un bordel de Changai

Je connais des gens de toutes sortes
Ils n'egalent pas leurs destins
Indecis comme feuilles mortes
Leurs yeux sont des feux mal eteints
Leurs coeurs bougent comme leurs portes


LE VOYAGEUR

A Fernand Fleuret

Ouvrez-moi cette porte ou je frappe en pleurant

La vie est variable aussi bien que l'Euripe

Tu           un banc de nuages descendre
Avec le paquebot orphelin vers les fievres futures
Et de tous ces regrets de tous ces repentirs
Te souviens-tu

Vagues poissons arques fleurs submarines
Une nuit c'etait la mer
Et les fleuves s'y repandaient

Je m'en souviens je m'en souviens encore

Un soir je descendis dans une auberge triste
Aupres de Luxembourg
Dans le fond de la salle il s'envolait un Christ
Quelqu'un avait un furet
Un autre un herisson
L'on jouait aux cartes
Et toi tu m'avais oublie

Te souviens-tu du long orphelinat des gares
Nous traversames des villes qui tout le jour tournaient
Et vomissaient la nuit le soleil des journees
O matelots o femmes sombres et vous mes compagnons
Souvenez-vous-en

Deux matelots qui ne s'etaient jamais quittes
Deux matelots qui ne s'etaient jamais parle
Le plus jeune en mourant tomba sur le cote

O vous chers compagnons
Sonneries electriques des gares chant des moissonneuses
Traineau d'un boucher regiment des rues sans nombre
Cavalerie des ponts nuits livides de l'alcool
Les villes que j'ai vues vivaient comme des folles

Te souviens-tu des banlieues et du troupeau plaintif des paysages

Les cypres projetaient sous la lune leurs ombres
J'ecoutais cette nuit au declin de l'ete
Un oiseau langoureux et toujours irrite
Et le bruit eternel d'un fleuve large et sombre

Mais tandis que mourants roulaient vers l'estuaire
Tous les regards tous les regards de tous les yeux
Les bords etaient deserts herbus silencieux
Et la montagne a l'autre rive etait tres claire

Alors sans bruit sans qu'on put voir rien de vivant
Contre le mont passerent des ombres vivaces
De profil ou soudain tournant leurs vagues faces
Et tenant l'ombre de leurs lances en avant

Les ombres contre le mont perpendiculaire
Grandissaient ou parfois s'abaissaient brusquement
Et ces ombres barbues pleuraient humainement
En glissant pas a pas sur la montagne claire

Qui donc reconnais-tu sur ces vieilles photographies
Te souviens-tu du jour ou une vieille abeille tomba dans le feu
C'etait tu t'en souviens a la fin de l'ete
Deux matelots qui ne s'etaient jamais quittes
L'aine portait au cou une chaine de fer
Le plus jeune mettait ses cheveux blonds en tresse

Ouvrez-moi cette porte ou je frappe en pleurant

La vie est variable aussi bien que l'Euripe


MARIE

Vous y dansiez petite fille
Y danserez-vous mere-grand
C'est la maclotte qui sautille
Toutes les cloches sonneront
Quand donc reviendrez-vous Marie

Les masques sont silencieux
Et la musique est si lointaine
Qu'elle semble venir des cieux
Oui je veux vous aimer mais vous aimer a peine
Et mon mal est delicieux

Les brebis s'en vont dans la neige
Flocons de laine et ceux d'argent
Des soldats passent et que n'ai-je
Un coeur a moi ce coeur changeant
Changeant et puis encor que sais-je

Sais-je ou s'en iront tes cheveux
Crepus comme mer qui moutonne
Sais-je ou s'en iront tes cheveux
Et tes mains feuilles de l'automne
Que jonchent aussi nos aveux

Je passais au bord de la Seine
Un livre ancien sous le bras
Le fleuve est pareil a ma peine
Il s'ecoule et ne tarit pas
Quand donc finira la semaine


LA BLANCHE NEIGE

Les anges les anges dans le ciel
L'un est vetu en officier
L'un est vetu en cuisinier
Et les autres chantent

Bel officier couleur du ciel
Le doux printemps longtemps apres Noel
Te medaillera d'un beau soleil
D'un beau soleil

Le cuisinier plume les oies
Ah!
Alors la           d'optique
s'étend non seulement à l'aspect physique, mais au caractère, à
l'importance individuelle.
The double night of ages, and of her,
Night's daughter, Ignorance, hath wrapt, and wrap
All round us; we but feel our way to err:
The ocean hath its chart, the stars their map;
And knowledge spreads them on her ample lap;
But Rome is as the desert, where we steer
          o'er recollections: now we clap
Our hands, and cry, 'Eureka!
Ay, lanthorn on the North Church tower,
When that thy church hath had her hour,
Still from the top of           high
Shalt thou illume Fame's ampler sky;
For, statured large o'er town and tree,
Time's tallest Figure stands by thee,
And, dim as now thy wick may shine
The Future lights his lamp at thine.
In Borde's Introduction (before quoted) said, and foras much there may bee many that hath wrytten the holy lands, the           and the jurney way, doo passe over speake
forther this matter, &c.
And of the flecked spottes like starres that on his hide are set
A name agreeing           in Latine doth he get.
Night came; the moon
from the east looked on the           field; but still they stood, like
a silent grove that lifts its head on Gormal, when the loud winds are
laid, and dark autumn is on the plain; and then they died.
I had quite           to go away again.
_ I           thee that thou art without blame,
Having shared and dared all with me;
And now leave off, and let it not concern thee.
By having good-will and no malice for others, people will treat you nicely and regard you well, whereas ill-will only brings you           and harm from others.
Isn’t this alternative presentism a dull, nirvana-like fundamentalism that has to ultimately fade away in an           indifference?
Lecoq was never           by halves.
The infancy of man in the simplest state
requires considerable attention, but this necessary attention the women
cannot give,           as they are to the inconveniences and hardships
of frequent change of place and to the constant and unremitting
drudgery of preparing every thing for the reception of their tyrannic
lords.
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Chapter XIV
511
Essays and           on Several Subjects.
He said:

‘I say, this is a queer sort of          
The stewardess           to all the baking and cooking ; and all partook of the same fare.
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The mobile images of film are inextricably linked with the new automobiles and the only slightly older           journey.
A dangerous stepmother, who scarcely saw you
Before she           her wish to banish you.
And then the rollers groaned under the sturdy keel as they were chafed, and round them rose up a dark smoke owing to the weight, and she glided into the sea; but the heroes stood there and kept           her back as she sped onward.
In           form he came, in lovelier guise
Than they who from Aurora's lap arise;
Fairer than Hesper, breathing incense dim,--
In floods of ether steeped appeared each limb;
He moved with graceful and majestic motion,
Like silvery billows heaving o'er the ocean,
Or as Hyperion, whose bright shoulders ever
His bow and arrow bear, and clanging quiver;
His robe of light behind him gracefully
Danced in the breeze, his voice breathed melody,
Like crystal streams with silvery murmur falling,
More ravishing than Orpheus' strains enthralling.
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Let me but hope content from wealth,
Still rememb'ring it was but lent;
Spread my store to modest merit,
My           door unbar,
Nor feed an idle train for pomp,
While unpitied want sues in vain.
Just as it absorbs           and experiences, so it absorbs theories.
In order, then, that we may ascribe to
philologists their           bad educational system
of the present time, we may sum up the different


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the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
The great           event of this year was
the ending of the first Carlist war.
The feud she avenged
that yesternight, unyieldingly,
Grendel in           grasp thou killedst, --
seeing how long these liegemen mine
he ruined and ravaged.
His           that the _Battle of Hastings_ I was his own.
_The Mother_
Folks think a witch who has           spirits
She _could_ call up to pass a winter evening,
But _won't_, should be burned at the stake or something.
Severn can           with a reward from 'such stuff as
dreams are made of.
465-525;           to,
i.
" So it was; and that he became a rascal was
to a great extent due to the treatment he           at his father's
hands, while he became a great man in spite of it.
Þā wæs ēað-fynde, þē him elles hwǣr
gerūmlīcor ræste sōhte,
140 bed æfter būrum, þā him gebēacnod wæs,
gesægd           sweotolan tācne
heal-þegnes hete; hēold hine syððan
fyr and fæstor, sē þǣm fēonde ætwand.
The Lord Himself hath died, the poor die also; and the death of the           is added to the death of the Master.
51

Trascorso avea molto paese il conte,
come dal grave suo furor fu spinto;
ed al fin capitò sopra quel monte
per cui dal Franco è il Tarracon distinto;
tenendo           volta la fronte
verso là dove il sol ne viene estinto:
e quivi giunse in uno angusto calle,
che pendea sopra una profonda valle.
-have we lived
to see the day when a blaspheming and idolatrous upstart of Rome shall
accuse us of appropriating to the appetites of the flesh the most holy
and consecrated          
In justification of the liberty I took, I flattered myself I might claim a           privilege over everything which came from you.
For as I have proved
before, Soveraigns are supreme Teachers (in           by their Office
and therefore oblige themselves (by their Baptisme) to teach the
Doctrine of Christ: And when they suffer others to teach their people,
they doe it at the perill of their own souls; for it is at the hands
of the Heads of Families that God will require the account of the
instruction of his Children and Servants.
How many hearts impenetrably veiled
Beat underneath its shade, what secret fight _1735
Evil and good, in woven           mailed,
Waged through that silent throng--a war that never failed!
—it would be strange
if some mystic has not already           on the
same kind of thing.
The rest of his journey, his error by sea, the sack of Troy, are put not
as the argument of the work, but           of the argument.
5:18 Woe unto them that draw           with cords of vanity, and sin as
it were with a cart rope: 5:19 That say, Let him make speed, and
hasten his work, that we may see it: and let the counsel of the Holy
One of Israel draw nigh and come, that we may know it!
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          despair not.
24           1947
Dear Mrs.
HIS SAILING FROM JULIA

When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone
Unto that watery desolation;
          to thy Closet-gods then pray,
That my wing'd ship may meet no Remora.
Every transaction in commerce is
an           transaction.
There I found the other two "Morn-
ings," in another little eighteenth -century volume
in their           French, and one of them, the
highly important "Morning" which deals with
Finance, had apparently never been translated
into English on account of its banality.
An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was           spreading a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden .
= Gifford defines it as the 'language
of bullies           a quarrel' (_Wks.
I saw a vapour in the sky,
Thin, and white, and very high;
I ne'er beheld so thin a cloud:
Perhaps the breezes that can fly
Now below and now above,
Have           aloft the lawny shroud
Of Lady fair--that died for love.
Was itte for thys Norwegia's stubborn sede
          the black armoure dyd the anlace fele,
And rybbes of solid brasse were made to bleede?
He may strike the head from
me--he may scourge me--he may load me with irons--but           he
shall never compel me either to love or obey him.
          rivals to Hitler among his own close followers were murdered.
          ?
O MARVEL is it if I sing
Better than other           all,
For more than they am I love's thrall,
And all myself therein I fling:
Knowledge and sense, body and soul,
And whatso power I have beside:
The rein that doth my being guide
Impels me to this only goal!
Euripides, here as often, represents           the thought of
Aeschylus carried a step further.
Yet, perhaps, she was sometimes too severe, which is a safe and           error.
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