I don't know very much, but what I do know I know better than anybody, and I don't want to argue about it. I know what I think about an actor or an actress, and am not interested in what anybody else thinks. My mind is not a bed to be made and re-made.
Por todos los senderos de la noche han venido a llorar en mi lecho. Fueron tantos, son tantos! Yo no se cua les viven, yo no se cua l ha muerto. Me llorare a m | misma para llorarlos todos. They have come from all of night's pathways to cry in my bed. They were so many, they are so many! I don't know who lives, I don't know who has died. I'll cry for myself so that I can cry for all.
Once in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle-shed, Where a mother laid her baby In a manger for his bed. Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little child.
Westron winde, when wilt thou blow, The smalle raine downe can raine? Christ if my love were in my armes, And I in my bed againe.
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last. Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired; best be still.
'Oh, mother, mother, mak my bed, And mak it saft and narrow; My love has died for me to-day, I'll die for him tomorrow.'
'A bed, a bed,'Clerk Sanders said, 'A bed for you and me!' 'Fye na, fye na,'said may Margaret, 'Till anes we married be!'
Is there any room at your head, Sanders? Is there any room at your feet? Or any room at your twa sides, Where fain, fain I would sleep? There is nae room at my head, Margaret, There is nae room at my feet; My bed it is the cold, cold grave; Among the hungry worms I sleep.
My only solution for the problem of habitual accidentsis to stay in bed all day. Even then, there is always the chance that you will fall out.
Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. If Isay, Surely the darknessshall cover me; even thenight shall be light about me. Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.
Jesus saith unto him, Rise, take up thy bed, and walk.
Best bloody place is bloody bed, With bloody ice on bloody head, You might as well be bloody dead, In bloody Orkney.
O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
When Harriet goes to bed with a man, she always takes her wet blanket with her.
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and Slaverie!
A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.
Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a coloured pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.
The ideal companion in bed is a good book.
I have no humour to marry; I love to lie o' both sides of the bed myself; and again, o'th'other side.
Ample make this Bed Make this Bed with Awe In it wait till Judgement break Excellent and Fair.
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight, Is tired with standing though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear, That busy fools may be stopped there. Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime Tells me from you that now 'tis your bed time.
Where, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swelled up, to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we two, one another's best.
And he that will go to bed sober, Falls with the leaf still in October.
The members of our secret service have apparently spent so much time looking under the bed for Communists that they haven't had time to look in the bed.
Poetryisnotanexpressionofthepartyline.It'sthattimeof night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
I am happy now that Charles calls on my bedchamber less frequently than of old. As it is, I now endure but two calls a week and when I hear his steps outside my door I lie down on my bed, close my eyes, open my legs, and think of England.
Lady Capricorn, he understood, was still keeping open bed.
'Bed,'as the Italian proverb succinctly puts it,'isthe poor man's opera.'
A man of your head and hair should owe more to that reverend ceremony, and not mountthemarriage bed like atown-bull, ora mountain-goat; but stay the dueseason and ascend it then with religion and fear.
Thee gentle Spenser fondly led; But me he mostly sent to bed.
The dark was talking to the dead; The lamp was dark beside my bed.
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darknesspresently Every bed is narrow.
The King said 'Butter, eh?' And bounced out of bed.
The Chairmanlooked dissatisfied lying onhis death bed.
Hardlyany of the women, who are a full half of the population, work; or if they do, then as a rule their husbands lie snoring in bed.
Lincoln's bedroom! And you see that great bed, it looks like a cathedral.
And so to bed.
For the past 40 years I had never folded my own quilt, made my own bed, or poured out my own
The genius of American culture and its integrity comes from fidelity to the light. Plain as day, we say. Happy as the day is long. Early to bed, early to rise. American virtues are daylight virtues: honesty, integrity, plain speech.We say yes when we mean yes and no when we mean no, and all else comes from the evil one. America presumes innocence and even the right to happiness.
In Israel it's enough to liveyou don't have to do anything else and you go to bed exhausted. Have you ever noticed that Jews shout? Even one ear is more than you need.
I always claim the mission workers came out too early to catch any sinners on this part of Broadway. At such an hour the sinners are still in bed resting up from their sinning of thenight before, so they will be ingood shape for more sinning a little later on.
And when war is done and youth stone dead I'd toddle safely home and diein bed.
As I grow older and older, And totter towards the tomb, I find that I care less and less Who goes to bed with whom.
No repose for Sir Walter but in the grave. Friends, don't let me expose myselfget me to bedthat's the only place.
Whatever may have been my enthusiasm or impatience to be up and doing on the night before, the hour for getting up always finds me with no other ambition in the world than to be permitted to lie where I am and sleep, sleep, sleep.Not soTilman.Ihave never met anyonewith such a complete disregard for the sublime comforts of the early morning bed. However monstrously early we might decide, thenight before, toget up, hewas about at least half an hour before the time. He was generally very good about it, and used to sit placidly smoking his pipe over the fire.
I'm lying in bed counting sheep when all of a sudden it hits mea character like Samson, Hercules and all the strong men I heard tell of rolled into one.Only more so.
More dreams are destroyed in bed than are ever found there.
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower, No more doth flourish after first decay, That erst was sought to deck both bed and bower, Of manya lady, and many a paramour: Gather therefore the rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the rose of love, whilst yet is time, Whilst loving thou mayst love' d be with equal crime.
A busy manwho can keep up a daily journal resembles a Steel person preparing for bed with the shades up When such a man publishes parts of his journal, the reader must conclude he always knew the lights were on.
'There is no terror, brotherToby, in its looks, but what it borrowsfromgroans and convulsionsand theblowing of noses, and the wiping away of tears with the bottoms ofcurtains, ina dying man'sroomStrip itofthese, what is it?''Tis better in battle than in bed,'said my uncle Toby.
My brotherToby, quothshe, isgoing tobe married to Mrs 818 Wadman. Then he will never, quoth my father, lie diagonally in his bed again as long as he lives.
Marriage is like life in thisthat it is a field of battle, and not a bed of roses.
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street.
Must we to bed indeed? Well then, Let us arise and go like men, And face with an undaunted tread The long black passage up to bed.
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; Maud And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.
I suppose that the high-water mark of my youth in Colombus,Ohio, was the night the bed fell on my father.
Early to rise and early to bed makes a male healthyand wealthyand dead.
'Now,'she said,'spit-spot into bed.'
Lying inbed,Iabandonedthefacts againand was back in Ambrosia.
I haven't been to sleep for over a year. That's why I go to bed early.One needs more rest if one doesn't sleep.
A rather bitter Britishmusicianonceremarked sourly toa friend of mine: 'Oh, all she knows about music she learned in bed with musicians.' To that, I can only add, what better place to learn?
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