29 résultats pour "myself"
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From "Song of Myself" - anthology.
Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age,Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean,Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.I am satisfied—I see, dance, laugh, sing;As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side...
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WHY I'M NOT WHERE YOU ARE 5/21/63
Your mother and I never talk about the past, that's a rule.
under theNothing doorandstained theSomething hallway,there'snothing tosay. Itbecame difficulttonavigate from Something toSomething withoutaccidentally walkingthrough Nothing, andwhen Something—a key,apen, a pocketwatch—was accidentallyleftinaNothing Place,itnever couldberetrieved, thatwasanunspoken rule,likenearly all ofour rules havebeen. There cameapoint, ayear ortwo ago, when ourapartment wasmore Nothing than Something, thatinitself didn't havetobe aproblem, itcould havebeen agood thing, itco...
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From The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn - anthology.
'Wherebouts?' says I. 'Down to Silas Phelps's place, two mile below here. He's a runaway nigger, and they've got him. Was you looking for him?' 'You bet I ain't! I run across him in the woods about an hour or two ago, and he said if I hollered he'd cut my livers out—and told me to lay down and stay where Iwas; and I done it. Been there ever since; afeard to come out.' 'Well,' he says, 'you needn't be afeard no more, becuz they've got him. He run off f'm down South, som'ers.' 'It'...
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From Bulfinch's Mythology: Bacchus (Dionysus) - anthology.
me their fishing rods and nets and their fisherman's trade. This I followed for some time, till growing weary of remaining in one place, I learned the pilot's art and howto guide my course by the stars. It happened as I was sailing for Delos we touched at the island of Dia and went ashore. Next morning I sent the men for fresh water,and myself mounted the hill to observe the wind; when my men returned bringing with them a prize, as they thought, a boy of delicate appearance, whom they hadfound a...
- A1 A N D I N G S P E A K I N G W R I T I N G B1 B2 C1 C2 Listening I can recognise familiar words and very basic phrases concerning myself, my family and immediate concrete surroundings when people speak slowly and clearly.
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From Pride and Prejudice - anthology.
But why Mr Darcy same so often to the Parsonage, it was more difficult to understand. It could not be for society, as he frequently sat there ten minutes togetherwithout opening his lips; and when he did speak, it seemed the effect of necessity rather than of choice—a sacrifice to propriety, not a pleasure to himself. He seldomappeared really animated. Mrs Collins knew not what to make of him. Colonel Fitzwilliam's occasionally laughing at his stupidity, proved that he was generallydifferent, wh...
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Community and communitarianism
makes fundamental ethical criticism's of one's own community impossible. The success of communitarianism as a political theory depends upon whether it can be demonstrated that liberal political institutions cannot provide adequate conditions for the flourishing of community or secure appropriate support for persons' identities so far as their identities are determined by their membership in communities. 1 Community If I am a member of a community, I conceive of the goals and values I shar...
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brushing past me?
trying tofind theone onwhich shewas born, herfirst love, when shelast saw herparents, andIwas looking forAnna, too, Isearched andsearched, Igot apaper cutonmy forefinger andbled alittle flower ontothepage onwhich Ishould have seenherkissing somebody, butthis was allIsaw: I wanted tocry but Ididn't cry,Iprobably shouldhavecried, Ishould havedrowned usthere inthe room, ended our suffering, theywould havefound usfloating face-down intwo thousand whitepages, orburied underthesalt ofmy evaporated tea...
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Excerpt from Richard II - anthology.
He may surrender. So we shall proceedWithout suspicion. YORK. I will be his conduct.Exit BOLINGBROKE. Lords, you that here are under our arrest,Procure your sureties for your days of answer.Little are we beholding to your love,And little looked for at your helping hands. Enter Richard and York RICHARD. Alack, why am I sent for to a kingBefore I have shook off the regal thoughtsWherewith I reigned? I hardly yet have learnedTo insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee.Give sorrow leave awhile to t...
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From David Copperfield - anthology.
To this my mother returned, “Certainly, my dear Jane,” and said no more. I felt apprehensive that I was personally interested in this dialogue, and sought Mr. Murdstone's eye as it lighted on mine. “Now, David,” he said—and I saw that cast again, as he said it—”you must be far more careful to-day than usual.” He gave the cane another poise, and anotherswitch; and having finished his preparation of it, laid it down beside him, with an expressive look, and took up his book. This was a...
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Song of the Open Road
Leaves of Grass, 1900
Walt Whitman
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Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.
I think you are latent with unseen existences — you are so dear to me. You flagg'd walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges! You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined sides! you distant ships! You rows of houses! you window-pierc'd façades! you roofs! You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards! You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much! You doors and ascending steps! you arches! You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden cros...
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Excerpt from The Tempest - anthology.
When he comes back; you demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do the green, sour ringlets make,Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastimeIs to make midnight mushrumps, that rejoiceTo hear the solemn curfew, by whose aid—Weak masters though ye be—I have bedimmedThe noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vaultSet roaring war; to the dread rattling thunderHave I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oakWith his own bolt; the strong-based promontoryHave I m...
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arc en ciel
· "Adults are always asking little kids what they want to be when they grow up because they're looking for ideas.” What we can or cannot do, what we consider possible or impossible, is rarely a function of our true capability. It is more likely a function of our beliefs about who we are. Tony Robbins “ Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending. ” The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then...
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Récit imaginaire sur Night Hawks d'Hopper
And I could feel his eyes staring at me. I could feel his breath on my neck. I couldn't go back. - Yes, I said in a heartbeat. I'm still in, if you are? - Ha-ha darling, please, he looked at me amused. You're the one who's hesitating, I'm not. - I'm not. - You're nervous; you're blushing, you're trembling. You're hesitating because what you asked me to do to your own family is awful, he said as he was getting closer to my...
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And I could feel his eyes staring at me. I could feel his breath on my neck. I couldn't go back. - Yes, I said in a heartbeat. I'm still in, if you are? - Ha-ha darling, please, he looked at me amused. You're the one who's hesitating, I'm not. - I'm not. - You're nervous; you're blushing, you're trembling. You're hesitating because what you asked me to do to your own family is awful, he said as he was getting closer to my...
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Excerpt from Romeo and Juliet - anthology.
Take all myself. ROMEO. I take thee at thy word.Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.Henceforth I never will be Romeo. JULIET. What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel? ROMEO. By a nameI know not how to tell thee who I am.My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,Because it is an enemy to thee.Had I it written, I would tear the word. JULIET. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred wordsOf thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.Art thou not Romeo, and a...
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It might not matter to you, but my brother was having an affair with my wife.
upon them kissing oneafternoon inthe field behind theshed behind ourhouse. Itmade mesoexcited. Ifelt asifIwere kissing someone. Ihad never kissed anyone. Iwas more excited thanifit had been me.Ourhouse wassmall. AnnaandI shared abed. That night Itold herwhat Ihad seen. Shemade mepromise nevertospeak aword about it.Ipromised her. She said, Whyshould Ibelieve you? I wanted totell her, Because whatIsaw would nolonger bemine ifItalked aboutit.Isaid, Because Iam your sister. Thank you. Can Iwatch you...
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Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam - anthology.
That just divides the desert from the sown,Where name of Slave and Sultán is forgot—And Peace to Mahmúd on his golden Throne! 12A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness—Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! 13Some for the Glories of This World; and someSigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come;Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! 14Look to the blowing Rose about us—”Lo,Laughing,” she say...
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Excerpt from The Winter's Tale - anthology.
Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kinCry fie upon my grave! LEONTES. I ne'er heard yetThat any of these holder vices wantedLess impudence to gainsay what they didThan to perform it first. HERMIONE. That's true enough,Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me. LEONTES. You will not own it. HERMIONE. More than mistress ofWhich comes to me in name of fault I must notAt all acknowledge. For Polixenes,With whom I am accused, I do confessI loved him as in honour he required:With such a kind of lov...
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From "Resistance to Civil Government" - anthology.
intending it, as God. A very few—as heroes, patriots, martyrs, reformers in the great sense, and men—serve the state with their consciences also, and so necessarily resist it for the most part; and they are commonly treated as enemies by it. A wise man will only be useful as a man, and will not submit to be “clay,” and “stop a holeto keep the wind away,” but leave that office to his dust at least: “I am too high born to be propertied,To be a second at control,Or useful serving-man and instr...
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Gehrig Bids Farewell.
“We want Lou! We want Lou!” the crowd chanted. The emcee looked over to Gehrig. Gehrig slowly shook his head from side to side. Workers began removing thesound equipment. Gehrig headed for the dugout but then turned around. McCarthy said something to him, which the New York Times lip-read as, “Come on, Lou, just rap out another.” Gehrig held up his hand to get the crowd's attention, swallowed hard, and forced a smile. Fiddling with his cap and scratching at the turf with his cleats, he spo...
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Charles Mingus - Musik.
Mingus Dynasty John Handy (sax), Booker Ervin (sax),Jimmy Knepper (po), Roland Hanna (p),Dannie Richmond (dr), Don Ellis (t),Maurice Brown (vlc), Seymour Barab(cello), Richard Williams (t), BennyGolson (ts),Jerome Richardson (sax, fl),Teddy Charles (vib), Nico Bunink (p). 1960 Charles Mingus Presents CharlesMingusMingus! Ted Curson (t), Eric Dolphy (sax, clb),Dannie Richmond (dr). 1961 Oh Yeah Booker Ervin (sax), Rahsaan RolandKirk (fl, sax), Jimmy Knepper (po),Charles Mingus (p, voc), Doug W...
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than a year ago.
It would begetting sohot that myskin would starttoget blisters. Itwould feelsogood toget away fromtheheat, buton the other hand, whenIhit the sidewalk Iwould die,obviously. WhichwouldIchoose? WouldIjump orwould Iburn? I guess Iwould jump,because thenIwouldn't havetofeel pain. Onthe other hand, maybe Iwould burn,because thenI'd at least have achance tosomehow escape,andeven ifIcouldn't, feelingpainisstill better thannotfeeling, isn'tit? I remembered mycell phone. I still had afew seconds. Who sho...
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From Julius Caesar - anthology.
Let but the commons hear this testament—Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read—And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,And, dying, mention it within their wills,Bequeathing it as a rich legacyUnto their issue.FIFTH PLEBEIAN : We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony. ALL THE PLEBEIANS : The will, the will! We will hear Caesar's will. ANTONY : Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it. It is not meet you...
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what did you do?
ceilings, theplates, thewindows, thelampshades! Wasitan act ofrebellion! Anact ofexpression! Werethepaintings good, orwas that beside thepoint! Ineeded tosee itfor myself, andIneeded totell the world about it!Iused tolive for reporting likethat! Stalin found outabout thecommunity andsent histhugs in,just afew days before Igot there, to break alloftheir arms! Thatwasworse thankilling them! Itwas ahorrible sight,Oskar: theirarms incrude splints, straight infront ofthem likezombies! Theycouldn't fe...
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What am I going to do, I need more room,
children's section,themore Ilooked athim, themore unsure Iwas, themore Iwanted itto be him, hadhegone towork instead ofto his death? Myhands shookagainst thechange inmy pockets, Itried nottostare, Itried nottoreach my arms outinfront ofme, could itbe, did herecognize me,he'd written, "Itismy great hopethatourpaths, however long and winding, willcross again." Fiftyyears laterhewore thesame thickglasses, I'dnever seenawhiter shirt,hehad ahard time letting goofbooks, Iwent uptohim. "Idon't speak,"...
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Excerpt from Mansfield Park - anthology.
arranged round the other. It was a fine arrangement for Henry Crawford, who was close to Fanny, and with his hands full of business, having two persons' cards tomanage as well as his own—for though it was impossible for Fanny not to feel herself mistress of the rules of the game in three minutes, he had yet to inspirit herplay, sharpen her avarice, and harden her heart, which, especially in any competition with William, was a work of some difficulty; and as for Lady Bertram, he mustcontinue in c...
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