By Walt Whitman When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture­-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night­air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

dear miss layla

while looking through books for my class period i noticed the library cards in the books.most of them are torn or have no space to write out our names anymore.would we be able to replace them?

answer is b,

"the tracer looks harmless in flight, but the pilot’s bitten lips and white knuckles suggest how dangerous it can be."

it was correct.

there is no woman's sides

can bide the beating of so strong a passion

as love doth give my heart; no woman's heart

so big, to hold so much; they lack retention.

hope this !