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Letter "Y" » yon
«Into my heart an air that kills / From yon far country blows: / What are those blue remembered hills, / What spires, what farms are those?»
«You stars that reigned at my nativity, / Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, / Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist, / Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud.»
Author: Christopher Marlowe
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Playwright,
Poet)
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Keywords:
allot,
allots,
allotted,
draw up,
entrails,
Faustus,
foggy,
labouring,
mist,
Nativity,
reigned,
yon
«Him that yon soars on golden wing, / Guiding the fiery-wheel?d throne, / The Cherub Contemplation.»
«Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, / With blossomed furze unprofitably gay.»
«Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton tolling the bell at noon, Dreams not that great Napoleon Sto»
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Essayist,
Lecturer,
Poet)
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Keywords:
bell,
cloaked,
clown,
farm,
heifer,
lows,
napoleon,
noon,
sexton,
the Hill,
tolling,
tolls,
top down,
upland,
yon
«Hatred and cark and care, what place have they / In yon blue liberality of heaven?»
«Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod.»
«I believe I will dip my pink-and-white body in yon Roman tub. I feel a bit gritty after the affairs of the day.»
Author: W. C. Fields
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Actor,
Comic)
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Keywords:
dip,
dipping,
dips,
dip into,
gritty,
pink,
roman,
The Pink,
tub,
yon
«Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!»