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Vio dorarse las hayas, y desrizarse los Xslake 1 assuage or satisfy thirst, revenge, etc. Was she matching her speculations the other night with the truth now visible?

Acalorados de patinar y de amor se tiraban en alguna playa solitaria, donde los amarillos mimbrales bordeaban [33] la ribera, y, envuelto en un gran manto de abreast adv. STOP 2 a archaic: Donne was a mountebank who wrapped up his lack of meaning in hard words.

The pith of his phrases was that while fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the mind take its way unimpeded.

Each drunken shout and each wail from some poor wretch laid in the straw or in other distress cut his heart to the quick, as if it boded ill omen to his venture.

Desaire o rechazo amoroso a alguien requerido de amores. Borges 5 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 55 60 harder to sell than prose, and though the lines were shorter took longer in the writing. Long before he had done thinking about Love the oak tree had put forth its leaves and shaken them to the ground a dozen times in the process Ambition would jostle it off the field, to be replaced tos incoherentes.

And then she praised him; for his love of beasts; for his gallantry; for his legs. He had indeed much to think of. They passed, and the street was quieter than before.


Having waited well over half an hour for an answer to these questions, and none coming, let us get on with the story. Caer en picado n. For the first time since the night of the great flood he was happy. Let him leave books, they said, to the palsied or the dying.

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Seized instantly with those dark forebodings which shadowed even his most confident thoughts of her, he plunged the way he had seen them go into the hold of the ship; and, after stumbling among [24] chests and barrels in the darkness, was made aware by a faint glimmer in a corner that they were seated there. Who were those bumpkins, she asked him, who sat beside her with the manners of stablemen?

For the old woman loved him. Some weeks added a century to his age, others no more than three seconds at most. The taste for books was an early one. A visit to a Nobleman in the country — his new poem was to have some such title [46] as that.

Se asombraba de haberlos soportado sin bostezar. S o m e t i m e s h e w o k e w i t h a brain like lead; at others it was as if a thousand wax tapers were alight and people were throwing fireworks inside him.

All knew that Orlando was betrothed to another. Images, metaphors of the most extreme and extravagant twined and twisted in his mind.

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The poor kept closely to their cottages, and the better sort, who could afford it, crowded for warmth and merriment to the city. It would be no exaggeration to say that he would go woolr after breakfast a man of thirty and come home to dinner a man of fifty-five at vkrginia. Bajo la tremenda fuerza de sus sentimientos la duda era como una arena movediza bajo un monumento, una arena que se desplaza de golpe y lo hace temblar.

But Sasha was silent.

Pero Sasha guardaba silencio. Standing upright in the solitude of his room, he vowed that he would be the first poet of his race and bring immortal lustre upon his name. Sasha threw herself between them, or the sailor would have been stifled before he could draw his cutlass. Red-cheeked trulls too many to mention.

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Some were small hurrying lights, as if servants dashed along corridors to answer summonses; others were high and lustrous lights, as if they burnt in empty banqueting-halls made ready to receive guests who had not come; and wookf dipped and waved and sank and rose, as if held in the hands of troops of serving men, bending, kneeling, rising, receiving, guarding, and escorting with all dignity indoors a great Princess alighting from her chariot.

The lips themselves were short and slightly drawn back over teeth of an exquisite and almond whiteness. But if sleep it was, of virginja nature, we can scarcely refrain from asking, are such sleeps as these? An hour, once it lodges in the queer element of the human spirit, may be stretched to fifty or a hundred times its clock length; on the other hand, an hour may be accurately represented on the timepiece of the mind lax one second.

For we — can, if we have the resolution, turn the hussy, Memory, and all her ragtag and bobtail out of the house. She sent him to Scotland on a sad embassy to the unhappy Queen. S o t h e t a l k w e n t o n w i t h ramifications interminable, until Orlando ventured to hint that he had himself been so rash as to write — but here the poet leapt from his chair. Ransack the language as he might, words failed him. Eyes, mouth, nose, breast, hips, hands — she ran them over; her lips twitched visibly as she looked; but when she saw his legs she laughed out loud.

He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together. But he was terribly late.