But when my angry guardant stood alone, / Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none, / Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart / Suddenly made him from my side to start / Into the clustering battle of the French.
Waller […] passed over five thousand horse and foot by Newbridge.
To Temple, sitting in the cottonseed-hulls and the corn-cobs, the sound was no louder than the striking of a match: a short, minor sound shutting down the scene, the instant, with a profound finality, completely isolating it, and she sat there, her legs straight before her, her hands limp and palm-up on her lap, looking at Popeye's tight back and the ridges of his coat across his shoulders as he leaned out the door, the pistol behind him, against his flank, wisping thinly along his leg.
For quotations using this term, see Citations:doina.
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