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There is a kind of strength that is almost frightening in black women. It's as if a steel rod runs right through the head down to the feet.
With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return, All we have built do we discern.
She had very nice feet and plenty of money.
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.
Half-owre, half-owre to Aberdour, 'Tis fifty fathoms deep, And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens, Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming round our feet; Red hair she had and golden skin, Her sulky lips were shaped for sin, Her sturdy legs were flannel-slack'd, The strongest legs in Pontefract.
And he said,Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.
And thus shall ye eat it; with your loins girded, your shoes on your feet, and your staff in your hand; and ye shall eat it inhaste: it isthe L's passover.For I will pass through the land of Egypt this night, and will smite all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, both man and beast; and against all thegods of Egypt Iwill executejudgment: Iam the L.
And they went to bury her: but they found no more of her than the skull, and the feet, and the palms of her hands.
When Iconsider thyheavens,theworkofthy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.Thou madest himtohave dominionover the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet.
He maketh my feet like hinds'feet, and setteth me upon my high places.
I waited patiently for the L, and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
Truly God isgood to Israel, even to such as are of a clean heart.But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped. For I was envious at the foolish, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes fromtears, and my feet from falling.I will walk beforethe L in the land of the living. I believed, therefore have I spoken: I wasgreatlyafflicted: I said in my haste, All men are liars.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.
How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion,Thy God reigneth! Thy watchmen shall lift up the voice; with the voice together shall they sing: for they shall see eye to eye, when the L shall bring again Zion.
Thou,O king, sawest, and behold a great image. This great image, whose brightness was excellent, stood before thee; and the form thereof was terrible. This image's head was of fine gold, his breast and his arms of silver, his bellyand his thighs of brass.His legs of iron, his feet part of iron and part of clay. Thou sawest till that a stonewas cut out without hands, whichsmotetheimage upon his feet that were of iron and clay, and brake them to pieces.
Asthe climbing up a sandy way isto the feet of the aged, so is a wife full of words to a quiet man.
And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear your words, whenye departoutofthat house orcity, shake off the dust of your feet.
He must reign, till he hath put all enemies under his feet. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness; And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
And in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with golden girdle. His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; And his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters. And he had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth went a sharp two-edged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength. And when I saw him, I fell as his feet as dead.
And there appeared a great wonder in heaven; a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars.
The hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy holy feet visit our clime. Come o'er the eastern hills and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath. Scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?
Edina! Scotia's darling seat, All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once beneath a monarch's feet Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs.
One evening in October, when I was one-third sober, An'taking home a'load' with manly pride; My poor feet began to stutter, so I lay down in the gutter, And a pig came up an' lay down by my side. Then we sang 'It's all fair weather when good fellowsget together,' Till a lady passing by was heard to say: 'You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses', And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
Heaven's splendour over his head, Hell's darkness under his feet.
So longe mote ye lyve, and alle proude, Til crowes feet be growen under youre y'.
Fools! For I also had my hour; One far fierce hour and sweet: There was a shout about my ears, And palms before my feet.
Any old iron, any old iron, Anyany old old iron? You look neat Talk about a treat, You look dapper from your napper to your feet. Dressed in style, brand new tile, And your father's old green tie on, But I wouldn't give you tuppence for your old watch chain; Old iron, old iron?
I confess I have deserted the high place I once held of sighing at your feet.
A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls
Wasthere ever sucha sunnystreet asthis Broadway! The pavement stones are polished with thetread of feet until they shine again Heaven save the ladies, how they dress! We have seen more colours in these ten minutes, than we should have seen elsewhere, in as many days. What various parasols! what rainbow silks and satins! what pinking of thin stockings and pinching of thin shoes, and fluttering of ribbons and silk tassels, and display of rich cloaks with gaudy hoods and linings!
Gamp would certainly have drunk its little shoes right off its feet, as with our precious boy he did, and arterwards send the child a errand to sell his wooden leg for any money it 'ud fetch as matches in the rough, and bring it home in liquor.
'It is the unofficial forcethe Baker Street irregulars.'As he spoke, there came a swift pattering of naked feet upon the stairs, a clatter of high voices, and in rushed a dozen dirtyand ragged little street Arabs.
Come and meet those dancing feet On the avenue I'm taking you to Forty-Second Street.
Quod est ante pedes nemo spectat, caeli scrutantur plagas. No oneregardsthethings before his feet, but views with care the regions of the sky. 314
I have a feeling I'm falling on rare occasions but most of the time I have my feet on the ground I can't help it if the ground itself is falling.
Grab your coat, and get your hat, Leave your worry on the doorstep, Just direct your feet To the sunny side of the street.
Lone, lone, and lone I stand, With none to hear my cry, As the black feet of the night Go walking down the sky.
If you feel that you have both feet planted on level ground, then the university has failed you.
The smell of buttered toast simply talked toToad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.
It will take five years toget Somalia not on its feet but just on its knees.
For nature, heartless, witless nature, Will neither care nor know What stranger's feet may find the meadow And trespass there and go, Nor ask amid the dews of morning If they are mine or no.
I want to be progressive without getting both feet off the ground at the same timea progressive who is prudent.
I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hands' weaving.
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking inthestreet, Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
The great manwalks across his centuryand leaves the marks of his feet all over it, ripping out the dates on his galoshes as he passes.
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven; To his feet thy tribute bring. Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing?
My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat feet dance an antic hay.
I hate people who play bridge as though they were at a funeral and knew their feet were getting wet.
But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowe' d roof, With antic pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight Casting a dim religious light.
Who shall tempt with wand'ring feet The dark unbottomed infinite abyss And through the palpable obscure find out His uncouth way, or spread his aery flight Upborne with indefatigable wings Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive The happy isle.
Sucede que me canso de mis pies y mis un as y mi pelo y mi sombra. Sucede que me canso de ser hombre. I happen to be tired of my feet and my nails and my hair and my shadow. I happen to be tired of being a man.
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.
I let my feet spend as little time on the ground as possible.From the air, fast down, and from the ground, fast up.
We are a democracy, and there is only one way to get a democracy on its feet in the matter of its individual, its social, its municipal, its State, its National conduct, and that is by keeping the public informed about what is going on.There isnot a crime, there isnot a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy.Get these things out in the open, describe them, attack them, ridicule them in the press, and sooner or later public opinion will sweep them away.
The mythical Americathat marvellous, heroic, sentimental landwas an object of faith. It challenged you to make the believer's leap over the rude facts at your feet.
A conservative is a man with two perfectly good legs who hasnever learned towalk forwards. A reactionary is a somnambulist walking backwards. A radical is a man with both feet planted firmly in the air.
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
His big tears, for he wept well, Turned to mill-stones as they fell. And the little children, who Round his feet played to and fro, Thinking every tear a gem, Had their brains knocked out by them.
Jazz will endure just as long as people hear it through their feet instead of their brains.
The stoical scheme of supplying our wants, by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet when we want shoes.
Ah, yet would God this flesh of mine might be Where air might wash and long leaves cover me; Where tides of grass break into foam of flowers, Or where the wind's feet shine along the sea.
That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete.
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries,'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps,'She is late;' The larkspur listens,'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers,'I wait.' She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airya tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat; Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of.Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Mary Poppins looked down at her feet and rubbed the toe of one shoe along the pavement two or three times. Then she smiled at the shoe in such a way that the shoe knew quite well that the smile wasn't meant for it.
With many women I doubt whether there be any more effectual wayof touching their hearts than ill-using them and then confessing it. If you wish to get the sweetest fragrance from the herb at your feet, tread on it and bruise it.
[Alexander Hamilton] smote the rock of the national resources, and abundant streams of revenue gushed forth. He touched the dead corpse of the public credit, and it sprang upon its feet.
But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that isgone: The pansyat my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid metake love easy, asthe leavesgrow on thetree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid metake life easy, as thegrassgrows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
Had I the heavens'embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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