You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!
I know that Ihavethe bodyof a weak and feeble woman, but I havetheheart and stomach of a kingand a king of England too; and think foul scorn that Parma or Spain, or any Prince of Europe, should dare to invade the borders of my realm.Elizabeth I
Theyare sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs 578 Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swollen with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread, Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said, But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.john milton
The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction, A green bough fromVirginia's aged tree.john crowe ransom
It will be interesting to see what the long term fruits of our national apathy will be, 'cos so far they've been pretty foul.moby
Now the pitch, and it's lined foul into the seats, down the third base line, 1 ball, 1 strike, and I'll tell you what's going on. The crowd is chanting "U-S-A!" and the reason for that is that there are reports circulating, I'm not sure if they yet been confirmed by the White House, that Osama bin Laden is dead. How that's happened, we don't know, but this crowd now knows it.howie rose
Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span Where weeping Virtue parts with man; Where love without lust dwells, and bends What way we please without self-ends. An age of mysteries! which he Must live that would God's face see Which angels guard, and with it play, Angels! which foul men drive away.Henry Vaughan
Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.ralph waldo emerson
The poetical character... is not itself it has no self it is every thing and nothing It has no character it enjoys light and shade; it lives in gusto, be it fair or foul, high or low, rich or poor, mean or elevated. It has as much delight in conceiving an Iago as an Imogen. What shocks the virtuous philospher, delights the camelion poet.john keats
In tears she utter'd as the frozen snow Touch'd by the spring's mild ray, begins to flow, So just began to melt his stubborn soul, As mild-ray'd pity o'er the tyrant stole; But destiny forbade: with eager zeal, Again pretended for the public weal, Her fierce accusers urged her speedy doom; Again dark rage diffused its horrid gloom O'er stern Alonzo's brow: swift at the sign, Their swords unsheathed around her brandish'd shine. O foul disgrace, of knighthood lasting stain, By men of arms a helpless lady slain!william julius mickle
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.john milton
Society always issues an ultimatum to the innovator; conform to this world or expect the reward of a heretic or a traitor. Every generation metes out substantially the same punishment to those who fall far below and those who rise high above its standards. Thieves and prophets of a new day rot in the same foul dungeon; murderers and the Savior of mankind agonize on adjacent crosses.
He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff, But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.Edward Young
Great men may jest with saints ; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation.william shakespeare
He that has light within his own cleer brest May sit i'th center, and enjoy bright day, But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day Sun; Himself is his own dungeon.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house, as your pearl in your foul oyster.
My mind is in darkness. / God, God, I'm sick. I've been used. / And you knew all the time. / God! I'll never ever know why you chose me for your crime... / For your foul, bloody crime! / You have murdered me! / Have murdered me! / Murdered me! / Murdered me! / Murdered me! / Murdered me! / Murdered me! / Murdered--!
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright Childe Harold's Pilgrimage foul as their soil, and frigid as their snows. The lamps that shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!lord byron
foul canker of fair virtuous action,Vile blaster of the freshest blooms on earth,Envys abhorrèd child, Detraction,I here expose, to thy all-tainting breath,The issue of my brain: snarl, rail, bark, bite,Know that my spirit scorns Detraction's spite.john marston