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Há 2 dias · Paying Calls. And called upon some friends. The oldest friends of all. I found them all at home. But they spoke not to me. I went by footpath and by stile Beyond where bustle ends, Strayed here a mile and there a mile And called upon some friends. On certain ones I had not s.
31 de mai. de 2024 · While Hardy wrote poetry throughout his life and regarded himself primarily as a poet, his first collection was not published until 1898. Initially, he gained fame as the author of novels such as Far from the Madding Crowd (1874), The Mayor of Casterbridge (1886), Tess of the d'Urbervilles (1891), and Jude the Obscure (1895).
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Há 3 dias · The Two Houses. "I have marked your rise, O smart newcomer here." Loose casements, wormy beams, and doors that jam. And water -pipes thread all my chambers through. Your face wears furrows untold." The Presences from aforetime that I hold. A new house has no sense of the have-beens.
20 de mai. de 2024 · Compreender como os padrões de contato surgem a partir de movimentos de uma multidão é crucial para avaliar a propagação de uma infecção em eventos de aglomeração de massa. Pesquisadores estudaram padrões de contato de dados de mobilidade Wi-Fi de grandes eventos esportivos e de entretenimento no estádio Johan Cruijff ArenA em Amsterdã.
Há 6 dias · Ah, that there should have come a change! O the doom by someone spoken -. Who shall unseal the years, the years! O the doom that gave no token, When nothing of bale saw we: O the doom by someone spoken, O the heart by someone broken, The heart whose sweet reverberances are all time leaves to me. Jan.-Feb. 1913.
Há 5 dias · he cried. "Ho-ho!--. Look now aloft and see!" I looked. There, too, sat night: Heaven 's radiant show. Had gone. Then chuckled he. AS evening shaped I found me on a moor Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureless contour, Was like a tract in pain.
