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: Life is about to pursue the dream. (Today, Yesterday, Tomorrow)

Clive Bell

The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mamma in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fire side, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. Me, she had dispensed from joining the group, saying, 'She regretted to be under the necessity of keeping me at a distance)(Jane Eyre, chapter 1)Reader. I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson and clerk, were alone present. Jane Eyre, Chapter 38)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.Its a truth that a rich single man must want a wife.Anti-climax: I can resist everything except temptation.

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1.2.Robert FrostStopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I knowHis house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods filled up with snow

My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bell a shakeTo ask if there is some mistakeThe only other sounds the sweep Of the easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep

Early Autumn By Langston Hughes(1902 - 1967

When Bill was very young, they had been in love. Many nights they had spent walking, talking together. Then something not very important had come between them, and they didnt speak. Impulsively, she had married a man she thought she loved. Bill went away, bitter about women.Yesterday, walking across Washington Square, she saw him for the first time in years.Bill Walker, she said.He stopped. At first he did not recognize her, to him she looked so old.Mary! Where did you come from?

Early Autumn By Langston Hughes

Unconsciously, she lifted her face as though wanting a kiss, but he held out his hand. She took it.I live in New York now, she said.Oh smiling politely. Then a little frown came quickly between his eyes.Always wondered what happened to you, Bill.Im a lawyer. Nice firm, way downtown.Married yet?Sure. Two kids.Oh, she said.A great many people went past them through the park. People they didnt know. It was late afternoon. Nearly sunset. Cold.

Early Autumn By Langston Hughes

And your husband? he asked her.We have three children. I work in the bursars office at Columbia.Youre looking very . . . (he wanted to say old) . . . well, he said.She understood. Under the trees in Washington Square, she found herself desperately reaching back into the past. She had been older than he then in Ohio. Now she was not young at all. Bill was still young.We live on Central Park West, she said. Come and see us sometime.

Early Autumn By Langston HughesSure, he replied. You and your husband must have dinner with my family some night. Any night. Lucille and Id love to have you.The leaves fell slowly from the trees in the Square. Fell without wind. Autumn dusk. She felt a little sick.Wed love it, she answered.You ought to see my kids. He grinned.Suddenly the lights came on up the whole length of Fifth Avenue, chains of misty brilliance in the blue air.

Early Autumn By Langston HughesTheres my bus, she said.He held out his hand. Good-bye.When . . . she wanted to say, but the bus was ready to pull off. The lights on the avenue blurred, twinkled, blurred. And she was afraid to open her mouth as she entered the bus. Afraid it would be impossible to utter a word.

Suddenly she shrieked very loudly. Good-bye! But the bus door had closed.

Early Autumn By Langston HughesThe bus started. People came between them outside, people crossing the street, people they didnt know. Space and people. She lost sight of Bill. Then she remembered she had forgotten to give him her address or to ask him for his or tell him that her youngest boy was named Bill too.

Mountains are cleansed by lingering clouds; Sky is veiled by fine dust. (Eugene Eoyang) The hills emerge from the dispersing clouds, While a thin mist hangs over the horizon. ()

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Thomas GrayElegy Written in a Country ChurchyardSamuel T. Coleridge: Rime of the Ancient MarinerRobert FrostStopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Edgar Allan PoeAnnabell Lee Paul Verlaine

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard Thomas Gray (17161771)

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the leaThe plowman homeward plods his weary way,And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Annabel Lee Edgar Allan PoeIt was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,In this kingdom by the sea;But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me.

Rime of the Ancient Mariner Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,The furrow followed free;We were the first that ever burstInto that silent sea.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. Lolita----

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Many years later as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buenda was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. (Gabriel Garcia Marquez: One Hundred Years of Solitude)

When I was a childMy nostalgia was a little stampI was hereMother was there

When I grew upMy nostalgia was a small ship ticketI was hereMy bride was there

Later onMy nostalgia was a low graveI was outsideMother was inside

Some fishing boats were becalmed just in front of us. Their shadows slept, or almost slept, upon the water, a gentle quivering alone showing that it was not complete sleep, or if sleep, that it was sleep with dreams.12

He made you a highway to my bed,But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. (Romeo & Juliet)

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A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns (1759 1796)O my luves like a red, red rose.Thats newly sprung in June;O my luves like a melodieThats sweetly playd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve am I;And I will love thee still, my Dear,Till athe seas gang dry.

When We Two Parted by George Gordon Byron

When we two partedIn silence and tears,Half broken-heartedTo sever for years,Pale grew thy cheek and cold,Colder thy kiss;Truly that hour foretoldSorrow to this.

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Othello Act V, Scene 2 A bedchamber in the castle

Desdemona in bed asleep; a light burning.[Enter Othello]Othello. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat that can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again. It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree. [Kissing her] Ah balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword! One more, one more. Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after. One more, and this the last: So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, but they are cruel tears: this sorrow's heavenly; It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.

Dr. Williams is upstairs. lexical meaning, contextual meaning

19725Invited by Premier of the People's Republic of China, Zhou Enlai, President Nixon will visit the People's Republic of China at an appropriate date before May 1972.

19725 Knowing of President Nixon's expressed desire to visit the People's Republic of China, Premier Zhou Enlai, on behalf of the Government of the People's Republic of China, has extended an invitation to President Nixon to visit China at an appropriate date before May 1972. President Nixon has accepted the invitation with pleasure.

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When You Are Old William Butler Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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Falstaff the most famous figure in the Henry and The Merry Wives of Windsor.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention. (active reading)

: Alertness for research subjects No scholar ever has to peer around for something to do. His unquenchable curiosity of mind guarantees that. So long as one studies literature with an alert, creative, and critical intelligence, research subjects, far from blushing unseen, swim unbidden into ones kenThe big decision he has to make is not what to write about, but which of several enticing leads he should, in his circumstances, pursue. (Richard Altick: The Art of Literary Research, p.122)

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