I stood inVenice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when manya subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, WhereVenice sate in state, thron'd on her hundred isles!
The Colonial Secretary [Iain Macleod] has been too clever by half.Ibelievethat heisavery fine bridgeplayer. It isnot considered immoral, or even bad form, to outwit one's opponent at bridge.It almost seems to me as if the Colonial Secretary, when he abandoned the sphere of bridge for the sphere of politics, brought his bridge technique with him.
Our Meistersinger, thou set breath in steel; And it was thou who on the boldest heel Stood up and flung the span on even wing Of that great Bridge, our Myth, whereof I sing.
Faithis the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard around the world.
I might as well play bridge with my old maid aunts I haven't got a chance This is a fine romance.
Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no river.
'Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?'
With weeping and with laughter Still is the story told, How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old.
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ryTay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of1879, Which will be remember'd for a very long time.
Life is a cycle, and mime is particularly suitable for showing fluidity, transformation, metamorphosis. Words can keep people apart; mime can be a bridge between them.
Was groÞ ist am Menschen, das ist, dass er eine Bru« cke und kein Zweck ist. Nietzsche What isgreat in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal.
Ever since I was engaged on Principia Mathematica, I have had a certainmethod of whichat first Iwasscarcely conscious, but which has gradually become more explicit in my thinking. The method consists in an attempt to build a bridge between the world of sense and the world of science.
It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge intime, toprotest againstchange, particularlychangefor the better.
'In about half a mile you cross the river by an Irish bridge' 'Whatever is that?' 'It'sjust a bridge, but built under thewater instead ofover it.' 'Extremely sensible.'
Honoriais one of those robust, dynamic girls with the muscles of awelter-weight and a laugh likea squadronof cavalry charging over a tin bridge.
Cricket can be a bridge and a glue Cricket for peace is my mission.
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