Proof
The word proof can mean:
- a rigorous, compelling argument, including:
- a logical argument or a mathematical proof (see also proof theory)
- a legal proof[?]
- a large accumulation of scientific evidence
- a photograph, print or page layout[?] presented as an example for proofreading or approval
- alcoholic proof, a measure of how much alcohol is in a beverage
- Proof, a play by David Auburn[?]
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To the map that is half unrolled!
To our dear dark foster-mothers,
To the heathen speech we babbled
To the cool of our deep verandas --
To the night, to the palms in the moonlight,
To her well-ploughed windy sea,
Where The Abbey makes us We;
To the gain that is yours and mine --
To the Power-house of the Line!
We've/ve.html">ve/ve.html">ve drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! --
We've drunk to our English brother
We've drunk as much as we're/re.html">re able,
Last toast -- and your foot on the table! --
We're six white men arow,
All bound to fight for the little things we care about
By the might of our cable-tow (Take hands!),
All round the world (and a little loop to pull it by),
A health to the Native-born!
"With bone well carved he went away,
And jasper tips the spear to-day.
And he with these. Farewell, Romance!"
"Farewell, Romance!" the Lake-folk sighed;
The caverns of the mountain-side
Lost hills whereby we dare not dwell,
"By sleight of sword we may not win,
Of arquebus and culverin.
Who paid good.html">good blows. Romance, farewell!"
"Farewell, Romance!" the Traders cried;
The dull-returning wind and tide
The known and noted breezes swell
"He vanished with the coal we burn;
Our speed is timed to half a turn.
'Twixt port.html">port and port. Romance, good-bye!"
"Romance!" the season-tickets mourn,
But passed with coach and guard and horn --
Confound Romance! . . . And all unseen
His oil-can soothed the worrying cranks,
His fog-horn cut the reeking Banks;
The Boy-god reckless laboured still!
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