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amazed at the sentence
namangha sa pangungusap
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i am amazed at the fact that
lumaking may alam sa pag pakain ng baboy
Última actualización: 2020-10-03
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i was amazed at the beauty of our teacher
namangha ako sa ganda ng guro namin
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i am amazed at the boldness of the metropolitan arch bishop and suffragan bishops of the ecclesiastical province of cebu in taking up at an episcopal conference a matter concerning the constitutional duties and prerogatives of the officials and branches of the government of the commonwealth.
i had so far ignored charges made to the effect that the hierarchy of the catholic church in the philippines had instigated and was behind the movement for the enactment of the bill regarding religious instruction in the philippines. but the pastoral letter signed by the metropolitan archbishop of cebu and the suffragan bishops of that ecclesiastical province is an incontrovertible evidence that we did face at the last session of the assembly, and we do face now, one of the most menacing evils that can confront the government and people of the philippines; namely, the interference of the church in the affairs of the state
Última actualización: 2021-05-24
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artistic skill in sculpture is the art of molding welding or producing work of art in three dimension young rizal impressed his professor and classmate when he curved the image of the virgin mary on the piece of the philipines hard wood batikuling with a pocket knife the professors were amazed at the beuty and the finish of the image because of this sculpture talent father leonard request rizal to curved from him the image of the sacred heart of jesus the old jesuit priest was very much pleased and expressed his profound appreciation to the young sculpture his attention was to take with him the image of when he went back to spain but unfortunately he forgot the image was placed on the door of the dormitory of the ateneo and remained theme for almost twenty years
ang masining na kasanayan sa iskultura ay ang sining ng paghubog ng hinang o paggawa ng gawa ng sining sa tatlong sukat na batang si rizal ay humanga sa kanyang propesor at kaklase nang hubugin niya ang imahe ng birhen mary sa piraso ng pilipinas matapang na kahoy na batikuling na may isang kutsilyo ng bulsa ang mga propesor ay namangha sa beuty at pagtatapos ng imahe dahil sa iskultura na ito ng talento ng tatay na si leonard na humiling kay rizal na hubugin mula sa kanya ang imahe ng sagradong puso ni jesus ang matandang pari ng hesus ay labis
Última actualización: 2020-02-21
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"the story of an hour" kate chopin (1894) knowing that mrs. mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death. it was her sister josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. her husband's friend richards was there, too, near her. it was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with brently mallard's name leading the list of "killed." he had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message. she did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. she wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. when the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. she would have no one follow her. there stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul. she could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. the delicious breath of rain was in the air. in the street below a peddler was crying his wares. the notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. there were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window. she sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams. she was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. but now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. it was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought. there was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. what was it? she did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. but she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air. now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. she was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. when she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. she said it over and over under hte breath: "free, free, free!" the vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. they stayed keen and bright. her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body. she did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. a clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. she knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. but she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. and she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome. there would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. there would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. a kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination. and yet she had loved him--sometimes. often she had not. what did it matter! what could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being! "free! body and soul free!" she kept whispering. josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhold, imploring for admission. "louise, open the door! i beg; open the door--you will make yourself ill. what are you doing, louise? for heaven's sake open the door." "go away. i am not making myself ill." no; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window. her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. she breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. it was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long. she arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. there was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of victory. she clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. richards stood waiting for them at the bottom. some one was opening the front door with a latchkey. it was brently mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. he had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. he stood amazed at josephine's piercing cry; at richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife. when the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of the joy that kills.
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