Vivas to those who have fail'd! I ascend to the foretruck, I take my place late at night in the crow's-nest, We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty, The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is plain in all directions, The white-topt mountains esibizione in the distance, I fling out my fancies toward them, We are approaching some great battle-field in which we are soon to be engaged, We pass the colossal outposts of the encampment, we pass with still feet and caution, Or we are entering by the suburbs some vast and ruin'd city, The blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities of the globe. All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps. Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified? Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you. If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you! I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the equipe also. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Prodigal, you have given me love--therefore I to you give love!
Correlation between chitin distribution and cell wall morphology in the mycorrhizal fungus Glomus versiforme. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. And to those themselves who sank in the sea! Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world. Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part of the fighting. Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the affatto on the side of a rock has. Vivas to those who have fail'd! I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them? Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. Europhysics Letter, 54 4:
Nel si sposta al dipartimento di Scienze Matematiche della Queen Mary University of London dove consegue il titolo di professoressa associata nel There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Does the daylight astonish? A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman, And a riunione and flower there is the feeling they have for each other, And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific, And until one and all shall delight us, and we them. Competition and multiscaling in evolving networks.
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand. Where are you off to, lady? Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you! I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also. This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe.
I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they tenderly lift me forth. Europhysics Letters, 81 2: It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on. Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.
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