She felt so alien, bowed under culture shock as crippling as migraine.
The heart bowed down by weight of woeTo weakest hope will cling.alfred bunn
She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled;He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild:The leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained his place,Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face."By God!" said Francis, "rightly done!" and he rose from where he sat:"No love," quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that."leigh hunt
He talked to her endlessly about his love of horizontals: how they, the great levels of sky and land in Lincolnshire, meant to him the eternality of the will, just as the bowed Norman arches of the church, repeating themselves, meant the dogged leaping forward of the persistent human soul, on and on, nobody knows where; in contradiction to the perpendicular lines and to the Gothic arch, which, he said, leapt up at heaven and touched the ecstasy and lost itself in the divine.d. h. lawrence
On coming to the house, they (the Magi), saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. (Matthew 2:11) [This] adoration, too, was not the same as the worship of God. In my opinion they did not yet recognize him as God, but they acted in keeping with the custom mentioned in Scripture, according to which Kings and important people were worshiped; this did not mean more than falling down before them at their feet and honoring them.Martin Luther
'Clearer and nearer still,' cried the Rat joyously. 'Now you must surely hear it! Ah at last I see you do!' Breathless and transfixed the Mole stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly. He saw the tears on his comrade's cheeks, and bowed his head and understood.Kenneth Grahame
And, hungry for the old, familiar ways, I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.Claude McKay
What then did you expect when you unbound the gag that muted those black mouths? That they would chant your praises? Did you think that when those heads that our fathers had forcibly bowed down to the ground were raised again, you would find adoration in their eyes?jean-paul sartre
What did you expect when you unbound the gag that muted those black mouths? That they would chant your praises ? Did you think that when these heads that out fathers had forcibly bowed down to the ground were raised again, you would find adoration in their eyes ?
And Ezra opened the book in the sight of all the people ; (for he was above all the people;) and when he opened it, all the people stood up: And Ezra blessed the LORD, the great God . And all the people answered, Amen, Amen, with lifting up their hands: and they bowed their heads, and worshipped the LORD with their faces to the ground.
After having bowed to the supposed law, as found in an opinion of a High Court for years, we are suddenly told that the Judge who wrote the opinion was 'off his base,' so to speak, and what he said was not the law at all, or, at least, he had no business to have then said it was the law.
The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.
Of threads of palm was the carpet spun Whereon he kneels when the day is done, And the foreheads of Islam are bowed as one! To him the palm is a gift divine, Wherein all uses of man combine, House and raiment and food and wine! And, in the hour of his great release, His need of the palms shall only cease With the shroud wherein he lieth in peace. "Allah il Allah!" he sings his psalm, On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm; "Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!"john greenleaf whittier
The heart bowed down by weight of woe To weakest hope will cling.alfred bunn
A glorious band, the chosen few / On whom the Spirit came; / Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, / And mocked the cross and flame. / They met the tyrant’s brandished steel, / The lion’s gory mane; / They bowed their heads the death to feel...
England’s sun was slowly setting o’er the hill-tops far away, Filling all the land with beauty at the close of one sad day; And its last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair, —He with footsteps slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair; He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful; she with lips so cold and white,Struggled to keep back the murmur, “Curfew must not ring to-night.”Rose Hartwick Thorpe