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Nuestro portero descubrio , o creyo descubrir, que su labor no se pod|a limitar a abrir la puerta del edificio, sino que e l, el portero, era el sen alado, el elegido, el indicadopara mostrarles a todas aquellas personas una puerta ma s amplia y hasta entonces invisible o inaccesible; puerta que era la de sus propias vidas. Our doorman discovered (or thought he had discovered) that his tasks could not be limited to just opening the door of the buildingbut that he, the doorman, was the one chosen, elected, singled outto show everyone who lived there a wider door, until then either invisible or inaccessible: the door to their own lives.
Tired of knocking at Preferment's door.
O tell me the truth about love. When it comes, will it come without warning Just as I'm picking my nose? Will it knock on my door in the morning, Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Then up and started our gudewife, Gied three skips on the floor: 'Gudeman, ye've spoken the foremost word, Get up and bar the door.'
Talis, inquiens, mihi videtur, rex, vita hominum praesens in terris, ad comparationem eius, quod nobis incertum est, temporis, quale cum te residente, ad caenam cum ducibus ac ministris tuis tempore brumaleadveniens unus passerum domum citissime, pervolaverit; qui cum per unum ostium ingrediens, mox per aliud exierit. Ipso quidem tempore, quo intus est, hiemis tempestate non tangitur, sed tamen parvissimo spatio serenitatis ad momentum excurso, mox de hieme in hiemem regrediens, tuis oculis elabitur. Ita haec vita hominum ad modicum apparet; quid autem sequatur, quidve praecesserit, prorsus ignoramus. 'Such,' he said,'O King, seems to me the present life of menon earth, incomparisonwiththattimewhichtousis uncertain, as if when on a winter's night you sit feasting with your ealdormen and thegnsa single sparrow should flyswiftly intothehall, and coming inat one door, instantly flyoutthrough another.Inthattime inwhichit is indoorsit isindeed nottouched by thefuryofthewinter, and yet, this smallest space of calmness being passed almost in a flash, from winter going into winter again, it is lost to your eyes. Somewhat like this appears the life of man; but of what follows or what went before, we are utterly ignorant.'
Set a watch,O L, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
Behold,I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name.
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from yourdoor.
Their soul abhorred all manner of meat: and they were even hard at death's door.
In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come; And take thy way where yet thou art not known, If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none: And for thy Mother, she alas is poor, Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door.
And I replied unto all these things which encompass the door of my flesh,'Ye have told me of my god, that ye are not he: tell me something of him'. And theycried all with a great voice,'He made us'.Myquestioning themwasmy mind's desire, and their Beauty was their answer.
What heaven-entreated heart is this, Stands trembling at the gate of bliss, Holds fast the door, yet dares not venture Fairly to open it, and enter?
Vice came in always at the door of necessity, not at the door of inclination.
'Is there anybody there?'said theTraveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest's ferny floor.
'Yes,I have a pairof eyes,'replied Sam,'and that's just it.If they wos a pair o'patent double million magnifyin'gas microscopes of hextra power, p'raps I might be able to see through a flight o'stairs and a deal door; but bein' only eyes, you see, my wision's limited.'
I throw myself down in my Chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
Come when you're called; And do as you're bid; Shut the door after you; And you'll never be chid.
Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind.
Chassez les pre juge s par la porte, ils rentreront par la fene" tre. Drive out prejudices through the door, and they will return through the window.
When I was a lad I served a term As office boy to an attorney's firm. I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor, And I polished up the handle of the big front door. I polished up that handle so carefullee That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.
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.
The door flew open, in he ran, The great, long, red-legged scissor-man.
Lock the door, Lariston, lion of Liddesdale; Lock the door, Lariston, Lowther comes on; The Armstrongs are flying, The widows are crying, The Castletown's burning, and Oliver's gone!
At the door Dante turned round violently and shouted down the room, her cheeks flushed and quivering with rage: Devil out of hell! We won! We crushed him to death! Fiend! The door slammed behind her. Mr Casey, freeing his arms from his holders, suddenly bowed his head on his hands with a sob of pain. Poor Parnell! he cried loudly. My dead king!
Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been, Lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing the facethat she keeps in a jar by the door, Who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
A great tragedy has ended. A great victory has been won. A new era is upon us We have had our last chance. If we do not devise some greater and more equitable system, Armageddon will be at our door.
The love of our neighbour is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks, and rubbing phosphorescence out of the walls, and blowing our own breath in our own nostrils, instead of issuing to the fair sunlight of God, the sweet winds of the universe.
The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose,that, I fear, can seldom be mine. Dollars damn me; and the malicious Devil is forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar What I feel most moved to write, that is banned,it will not pay. So the product is a final hash, and all my books are botches.
and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT while she whispered a song along the keyboard to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing
Upon my honour, I saw a Madonna Standing in a niche Above the door of the private whore Of the world's worst son of a bitch.
'Takethy beak fromout my heart, and takethy formfrom off my door!' Quoth the raven,'Nevermore.'
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued I said, Tie up the knocker; say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages!
The haven from sophistications and contentions Leaks through its thatch; He offers succulent cooking; The door has a creaking latch.
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment.
A friend who loved perfection would be the perfect friend, did not that love shut his door on me.
It was a summer evening, Old Kasper's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
And as she looked about, she did behold, How over that same door was likewise writ, Be bold, be bold, and everywhere Be bold At last she spied at that room's upper end Another iron door, on which was writ Be not too bold.
Le pire des malheurs en prison, pensa-t-il, c'est de ne pouvoir fermer sa porte. The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
Whenever Auntie moves around, Her dresses make a curious sound; They trail behind her up the floor, And trundle after through the door.
She keeps on being Queenly in her own room, with the door shut.
Weary men, what reap ye?Golden corn for the stranger. What sow ye?Human corpses that wait for the avenger. Fainting forms, hunger stricken, what see ye in the offing? Stately ships to bear our food away, amid the stranger's scoffing. There's a proud array of soldierswhat do they round your door? They guard our master'sgranaries from the thin hands of the poor. Pale mothers, wherefore weeping? Would to God that we were dead Ourchildren swoon before us, and we cannot give them bread.
Shut close the door; press down the latch; Sleep in thy intellectual crust; Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch Near this unprofitable dust.
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