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Once sex rears its ugly 'ead it's time to steer clear.
The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum.
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.
In youth open your mind, And let all learning in; Words the head does not shape Are worthless, out and in. Words wit has not salted,No nearer the heart than the lip, Are nothing more than wind, A puppy's insolent yelp.
Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
F E Smith is very clever, but sometimes he lets his brains go to his head. 36
Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm.
Well if you fellows feel so strongly in favour, on my head be it.
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.
O waly, waly up the bank, And waly, waly doun the brae, And waly, waly yon burn-side Where I and my love wont to gae. I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brake Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, gin love be bonnie A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld And fades awa' like morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, O wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair.
And the L God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly thou shalt go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life: And I will put enmity between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel.
He asked for water, and she brought him milk; she brought forth butter in a lordly dish. She put her hand to the nail, and her right hand to the workmen's hammer; and with the hammer she smote Sisera, she smote off his head, when she had pierced and stricken through his temples. At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: at her feet he bowed he fell: where he bowed, there he fell down dead. The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, and cried through the lattice,Why is his chariot so long in coming? why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
Go up, thou bald head.
And when Jehu was come to Jezreel, Jezebel heard of it; and she painted her face, and tired her head, and looked out at a window.
The L ismy shepherd; Ishall not want.He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.Yea, though I walk through the valleyof theshadow of death,I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the L for ever.
If thine enemy behungry, give him bread to eat; and if he be thirsty, give him water to drink: For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head, and the L shall reward thee.
And Jesus saith unto him,The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.
Best bloody place is bloody bed, With bloody ice on bloody head, You might as well be bloody dead, In bloody Orkney.
Thou shalt prepare a table before me against them that trouble me: thou hast anointed my head with oil, and my cup shall be full.
Is there for honest Poverty That hings his head, and a'that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a'that! For a'that, and a'that, Our toils obscure, and a'that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a'that.
Each breeze from foggy mount and marshy plain Dilutes with drivel every drizzly brain, Till, burst at length, each wat'ry head o'er flows,
Men are grown mechanical in head and in the heart, as well as in the hand. They have lost faith in individual endeavour, and in natural force of any kind.
Heaven's splendour over his head, Hell's darkness under his feet.
'Even if my head would go through,'thought poor Alice, 'it would be of very little use without my shoulders.'
'You are old, Father William,'the young man said, 'And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head Do you think, at your age, it is right?' 'In my youth,' Father William replied to his son, 'I feared it might injure the brain; But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.' See Southey 805:96.
Off with her head!
'You know,' he said very gravely,'it's one of the most serious things that can possibly happen to one in a battleto get one's head cut off.'
'Fan her head!'the Red Queen anxiously interrupted. 'She'll be feverish after so much thinking.'
It is the misfortune of an old man that though he can put things out of his head he can't put them out of his feelings.
With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil's walking parody Of all four-footed things.
Say nowt, win it, thentalk your head off. 223
Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Lo! the poor toper whose untutored sense, Sees bliss in ale, and can with wine dispense; Whose head proud fancy never taught to steer, Beyond the muddy ecstasies of beer.
There anchoring, Peter chose from man to hide, There hang his head, and view the lazy tide In its hot slimy channel slowly glide; Where the small eels that left the deeper way For the warm shore, within the shallows play; Where gaping mussels, left upon the mud, Slope their slow passage to the fallen flood.
Raindrops Keep Fallin'on My Head.
I have the head now of myself, and am man enough for a woman.
And sad,Oh sad, that glen with one thin stream He met his death in; and a farmer told me There was but one small bird to shoot: it sang 'Better Beast and know your end, and die Than Man with murderous angels in his head.'
I'll eat my head.
Where, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swelled up, to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we two, one another's best.
I believe the reason I escaped, both this time and on otheroccasions, was the idea of perishing neverentered my head.Nothing isso bad asterror for lowering a man's stamina.
By viewing nature, nature's handmaid art, Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow: Thus fishes first to shipping did impart, Their tail the rudder, and their head the prow.
My lord, we make use of you, not for your bad legs, but for your good head.
Map me no maps, sir, my head is a map, a map of the whole world.
So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she- bear coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Joblillies, and the Garyulies, and the Grand Panjandrumhimself, withthelittleround buttonat top; and they all fell to playing the game of catch-as- catch-can till the gunpowder ran out of theheels of their boots.
As horrible thoughts, Loud fluttering aircraft slope above his head At dusk. The ridiculous empires break like biscuits.
In arguing too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Any manwho goes to a psychiatrist should have his head examined.
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.
Here rest his head upon the lap of earth Ayouth to fortune and to fame unknown. Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
As you walk through the storm, Hold your head up high, And don't be afraid of the dark, At the end of the storm, Is a golden sky, And the sweet silver song of the lark, Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on, With hope in your hearts, And you'll never walk alone, You'll never walk alone.
I hold my lady's head like a crystal and ossify myself by gazing: I am screes on her escarpments, a chalk giant carved upon her downs. Soon my hands, on the sunken fosse of her spine move towards the passes.
In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed.
We at no time stand so highly in our estate royal as in the time of Parliament, wherein we as head, and you as members, are conjoined and knit together into one body politic, so as whatsoever offence or injury is offered to the meanest member of the House is to be judged as done against our person and the whole Court of Parliament.
Since no normal humble man can help but feel magnificent in a brand-new suit of clothes, it is not surprising that those who don a fresh suit of bright white linen every day should feel magnificent always. Nor is it surprising that a normal humble head should swell beneath a solar topee, since a topee is more a badge of authority than a hat, as is the hat of a soldier.
There are those who prefer to get away inwardly, some with the help of a powerful imagination and an ability to abstract themselves from their surroundingssome with the help of opium or alcohol I prefer shifting my whole body to shifting my brain, and going round the world to letting my head go round.
I had a tremendous world in my head and more than three-quarters of it will be buried with me.
'Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his; In the good old time 'twas hanging for the colour that it is; Though hanging isn't bad enough and flaying would be fair For the nameless and abominable colour of his hair.
Next tobeing right inthis world, thebest of all things isto be clearly and definitely wrong. If you go buzzing about between right and wrong, vibrating and fluctuating, you come out nowhere; but if you are absolutelyand thoroughlyand persistently wrong you must, some of these days, have the extreme good fortune of knocking yourheadagainstafact, andthat setsyouallstraightagain.
A man of your head and hair should owe more to that reverend ceremony, and not mountthemarriage bed like atown-bull, ora mountain-goat; but stay the dueseason and ascend it then with religion and fear.
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!
We had no use for the teachings of the Gospels: if someone slaps you, just turn the other cheek.We had shown that anyone who slapped us on our cheek would get his head kicked off.
How long would it take a school-inspector of average activity to tumble head over heels from London toYork?
So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man; An''ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'air You big black boundin' beggarfor you broke a British square!
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dreamand not make dreams your master; If you can thinkand not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet withTriumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same.
Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms Inside your head, and people in them, acting. People you know, yet can't quite name.
The wonderful Southernnight-sky that makes a manfeel so lonely, alien: with Orion standing on his head in the west, and his sword-belt upside down, and his Dog-star prancing in mid-heaven, high above him; and with the Southern Cross insignificantly mixed in with the other stars, democratically inconspicuous.
Still on Israel's head forlorn Every nation heaps its scorn. 496
Thereareno handlestoa horse, butthe1910 model has a string to each side of its face for turning its head when there is anything you want it to see.
The parent who could see his boyas he really is, would shake his head and say: 'Willie is no good; I'll sell him.'
Till Mrs Discobbolos said 'Oh! W! X! Y! Z! It has just come into my head Suppose we should happen to fall!!!! Darling Mr Discobbolos?'
We're all endowed with certain God-given talents.Mine happens to be punching people in the head.
When a book and a head collide and a hollow sound is heard, must it always have come from the book?
She looks like a million dollars, but she only knows a hundred and twenty words and she's only got two ideas in her head.The other one's hats.
Every man has a House of Lords in his own head. Fears, prejudices, misconceptionsthose are the peers, and theyare hereditary.
No government isgoing to take from me my right to speak, my right to protest against wrong, my right to do everything that is for the benefit of mankind.I am not here, then, as the accused; I am here as the accuser of capitalism dripping with blood from head to foot.
What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Affairs of the world he could treat competently; he had a head for high politics and the management of men; the femininehalfoftheworldwasa confusionandavexation to his intelligence, characterless; and one woman at last appearing decipherable, he fancied it must be owing to her possession of character, a thing prized the more in women because of his latent doubt of its existence.
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply
And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way; And oft as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Where were ye Nymphs when the remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas?
Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale gessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor, So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves.
So bent he seems On desperate revenge, that shall redound Upon his own rebellious head.
But say That death be not one stroke, as I supposed, Bereaving sense, but endless misery From this day onward, which I feel begun Both in me, and without me, and so last To perpetuity; ay me, that fear Comes thund'ring back with dreadful revolution On my defenceless head; both Death and I Am found eternal, and incorporate both, Nor I on my part single, in me all Paradise Lost Posterity stands cursed: fair patrimony That I must leave ye, sons; O were I able To waste it all myself, and leave ye none!
For what can I increase Or multiply, but curses on my head?
An aristocracy in a republic is like a chicken whose head has been cut off: it may run about in a lively way, but in fact it is dead.
Let them bestow on every airth a limb, Then open all my veins that I may swim To thee, my Maker, in that crimson lake; Then place my parboiled head upon a stake, Scatter my ashes, strew them in the air Lord! since thou knowest where all these atoms are, I'm hopeful thou'lt recover once my dust, And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedlar just opening his pack.
Every intelligent painter carries the whole culture of modern painting in his headeverything he paints is both an homage and a critique.
Those Eggheadsareterrible Philistines. A realgood head is not oval but round.
The best way to read [a poem] is offthetop of yourhead, and out of the corner of your eye.
One ought to be able to hold in one's head simultaneously the two facts that Dali is a good draughtsman and a disgusting human being. The one does not invalidate or, in a sense, affect the other.
Le dernier acte est sanglant, quelque belle que soit la come die en tout le reste; on jette enfin de la terre sur la te" te, et en voila' pour jamais. The last act is bloody, however fine the rest of the play. They throw earth over your head and it is finished forever.
You've got a sharp tongue in your head, Mr Essick. Look out it doesn't cut your throat.
I was with you in the days of glory. At the head of the Government, I shall remain with you during the days of darkness. Stay by my side.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumbers in his head.
None need a guide, by sure attraction led, And strong impulsive gravity of head.
I've still so much music in my head.I have said nothing. I have so much more to say.
In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Miniver Cheevy, born too late, Scratched his head and kept on thinking; Miniver coughed, and called it fate, And kept on drinking.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.
When I make a portrait,I cannot limit it tothe lines of the head, for that head belongs toa body, it exists ina setting which influences it, it is part of a totality that I cannot suppress. The impression you produce upon me is not thesame if I catchsight of youalone ina gardenor if Isee you in the midst of a group of other people, in a living room or on the street.
Fineart isthat inwhichthe hand, the head, and the heart of man go together.
With each generation the entire race passes through the body of its womanhood as through a mould, reappearing withtheindeliblemarks ofthat mould upon it, that as the os cervix of woman, through which the head of the human infant passes at birth, forms a ring, determining for ever the size at birth of the human headso exactly the intellectual capacity, the physical vigour, the emotional depth of woman, forms also an untranscendable circle, circumscribing with each successive generation the limits of expansion of the human race. 720
Never mind my grace, lassie; just speak out a plain tale, and show you have a Scotch tongue in your head.
There is nothing so bad or so good that you will not find Englishmen doing it; but you will never find an Englishman in the wrong. He does everything on principle. He fights you on patriotic principles; he robs you on business principles; he enslaves you on imperial principles; he bullies you on manly principles; he supportshiskingon loyal principles and cuts off hishead on republican principles.
I weep for Adonaishe is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
He has out-soared the shadow of our night; Envyand calumnyand hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain.
Alas! the devil's sooner raised than laid. So strong, so swift, the monster there's no gagging: Cut Scandal's head off, still the tongue is wagging.
The capital is become an overgrown monster; which, like a dropsical head, will in time leave the body and extremities without nourishment and support.
When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go, Say not soft things as other men have said, That you'll remember. For you need not so. Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
'I'll not hurt thee,'says my uncleToby, rising from his chair, and going across the room, with the fly in his hand, 'I'll not hurt a hair of thy head:Go,'says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape;'go, poor devil, get thee gone, why should I hurt thee?This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.'
To saya man is fallen in love,or that he is deeply in love,or up to the ears in love,and sometimes even over head and ears in it,carries an idiomatical kind of implication, that love is a thing below a man:this is recurring again to Plato's opinion, which, with all his divinityship,I hold to be damnable and heretical:and so much for that. Let love therefore be what it will,my uncleToby fell into it.
What though his head be empty, provided his commonplace book be full.
Though these that were Gods are dead, and thou being dead art God, Though before thee the throned Cytherean be fallen, and hidden her head, Yet thy kingdom shall pass,Galilean, thy dead shall go down to thee dead.
Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.
The Shadow cloaked from head to foot, Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.
O good grey head which all men knew!
Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
Dead, long dead, Long dead! And my heart is a handful of dust, And the wheels go over my head.
He lifted up his head a little, and quickly said,'Adsum!' and fell back He, whose heart was as that of a little child, had answered to his name, and stood in the presence of The Master.
Being criticizedhe never did get it through his head that that's what politics is all about.
Find me but guilty, sever head from body, We'll part good friends.
A film is never really good unless the camera is an eye in the head of a poet.
So that in the end there were the trees. The boy walking through them with his head drooping as he increased in stature. Putting out shoots of green thought. So that, in the end, there was no end.
'Shoot, if you must this old grey head, But spare your country's flag,'she said.
The eyes ofall England are onthis Parliament.If youdoin good earnest wish to see England hold the balance of Europe and to be indeed at the head of the Protestant interest, it will appear by your right improving the present opportunity.
Love is that common tone shall raise his fiery head and sound his note.
Any man who is not something of a Socialist before he is forty hasno heart. Any manwho isstill a Socialist afterhe is forty has no head. SeeTwain 872:35.
America cannot be an ostrich, with its head in the sand.
Our master Caesar is in the tent Where the maps are spread, His eyes fixed upon nothing, A hand under his head. 934 Like a long-legged fly upon the stream His mind moves upon silence.
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