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“An anguish as of death came over Wally; she suddenly understood that she had made Joseph her enemy, perhaps for ever, and she felt as if she must die at the thought. As though suddenly crushed, she followed him in, and her eye watched the stranger as she bound up Jo-seph's hands, with jealous hatred.
"Joseph," said she in a stifled voice, "thee mustn't think that I don't care for thy wounds, be-cause I wouldn't let thee shoot my Hansl. If it could have made thy hands whole, thou might have shot Hansl first, and me after him; but it would have done thee no good.”
― The Vulture Maiden: [Die Geier-Wally] by Wilhelmine Von Hillern. From the German by C. Bell and E.F. Poynter. 1876 [Leather Bound]
"Joseph," said she in a stifled voice, "thee mustn't think that I don't care for thy wounds, be-cause I wouldn't let thee shoot my Hansl. If it could have made thy hands whole, thou might have shot Hansl first, and me after him; but it would have done thee no good.”
― The Vulture Maiden: [Die Geier-Wally] by Wilhelmine Von Hillern. From the German by C. Bell and E.F. Poynter. 1876 [Leather Bound]
“Il tuo professore è un essere umano come me e come te: caga, piscia, rutta e scoreggia”
― L'educazione delle farfalle
― L'educazione delle farfalle
“THE sultry summer day is done, The western hills have hid the sun, But mountain peak and village spire Retain reflection of his fire.
Old Barnard's towers are purple still, To those that gaze from Toller-hill; Distant and high, the tower of Bowes Like steel upon the anvil glows; And Stanmore's ridge, behind that lay, Rich with the spoils of parting day, In crimson and in gold array'd, Streaks yet a while the closing shade, Then slow resigns to darkening heaven The tints which brighter hours had given. Thus aged men, full loath and slow, The vanities of life forego,
And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.”
― Rokeby
Old Barnard's towers are purple still, To those that gaze from Toller-hill; Distant and high, the tower of Bowes Like steel upon the anvil glows; And Stanmore's ridge, behind that lay, Rich with the spoils of parting day, In crimson and in gold array'd, Streaks yet a while the closing shade, Then slow resigns to darkening heaven The tints which brighter hours had given. Thus aged men, full loath and slow, The vanities of life forego,
And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.”
― Rokeby
“Dieta: limoni e batterie!
Si ricarica come una batteria, quindi è opportuno rifornirsi di maglioni di lana per una carica di elettricità statica.”
― The Ultimate Guide to Growing Dragons
Si ricarica come una batteria, quindi è opportuno rifornirsi di maglioni di lana per una carica di elettricità statica.”
― The Ultimate Guide to Growing Dragons
“So far, the list consisted of the words "Possible Passions," under-lined twice, with underneath. nothing
At the desk next to me, Sylvie pushed back the hood of her sweat-shirt and nodded to my notebook.
"What's that for?" she whispered.
"I still have to write my paper," I whispered back. Ms. Filch had given me a two-week extension. But I still had no idea what I was going to write about.
"Oh that," Sylvie said, unwrap-ping a pack of Starburst. "I got an A-minus on mine."
"For a Martian, you're really good at English," I grumbled, taking a big bite of my salad.
"Oh, not especially," Sylvie said, sandwiching a pink Starburst between two yellow ones and biting them in half. "All Martians speak English."
"Really?" I asked. "That seems weird.”
― Dinosaur Boy Saves Mars
At the desk next to me, Sylvie pushed back the hood of her sweat-shirt and nodded to my notebook.
"What's that for?" she whispered.
"I still have to write my paper," I whispered back. Ms. Filch had given me a two-week extension. But I still had no idea what I was going to write about.
"Oh that," Sylvie said, unwrap-ping a pack of Starburst. "I got an A-minus on mine."
"For a Martian, you're really good at English," I grumbled, taking a big bite of my salad.
"Oh, not especially," Sylvie said, sandwiching a pink Starburst between two yellow ones and biting them in half. "All Martians speak English."
"Really?" I asked. "That seems weird.”
― Dinosaur Boy Saves Mars
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