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IndependenceIn mathematics and sciences, independence is a relationship between two variables meaning that a change in one of them doesn't imply a change in the other. Independence for a country, organization or branch of government is the same as self-rule, as opposed to being ruled by someone else. Establishing such independence sometimes implies a violent break-out or spin-off, and is the reason for recurring celebration by the winner. The date of independence ported into many articles from the CIA World Factbook is defined as follows: for most countries, [..] date that sovereignty was achieved [..]. For the other countries, the date given may not represent "independence" in the strict sense, but rather some significant nationhood event such as the traditional founding date or the date of unification, federation, confederation, establishment, fundamental change in the form of government, or state succession.
See also: colonialism, imperialism, neocolonialism. Independence is the name of some places in the United States of America: A thrill must have pass'd through your wither'd old arms!
I wish'd myself turn'd to a cane-bottom.html">bottom.html">bottom'd chair.
It was but a moment she sat in this place,
A smile on her face, and a rose in her hair,
Like the shrine of a saint, or the throne of a prince;
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When the candles burn low, and the company's gone,
I sit here alone, but we yet are a pair--
She looks as she then did, all beauty and bloom;
And yonder she sits in my cane-bottom'd chair.
PISCATOR AND PISCATRIX.
LINES WRITTEN TO AN ALBUM PRINT.
This pretty tale of line and hook
Amuses and engages:
She is the daughter of the Earl,
My lord the County's page as.
A pleasant place for such a pair!
No breath of wind the heavy air
Hard by you see the castle tall;
As round about the hen its small
To climb the turret is too steep;
His noonday dinner over:
(Perhaps they've bribed him not to peep):
And cross the fields of clover.
Their lines into the brook they launch;
To guarantee his Lady Blanche
He takes his rapier, from his haunch,
He'd drill it through the rival's paunch
You never mark, though trout or jack,
Your baited snares may capture.
She turns her back upon the brook,
In sentimental rapture.
O loving pair! as thus I gaze
The little hand that ever plays
In looking at your pretty shapes,
(Such as the Fox had for the Grapes)
With nothing else on earth to do,
It were a pleasant calling.
A tender heart for mine to beat,
I'd let the world flow at my feet,
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