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I think crime pays. The hours are good, you travel a lot. 12
Onlybut this is rare When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafened ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caressed A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again. The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain, And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.
Estou farto do lirismo comedido Do lirismo bem comportado Do lirismo funciona rio p u blico com livro de ponto expediente protocolo e manifesta c° o es de apre c° o ao Sr Diretor. Estou farto do lirismo que pa ra e vai averiguar no diciona rio o cunho verna culo de um voca bulo. Abaixo os puristas I'm sick of cautious lyricism of well-behaved lyricism of a civil servant lyricism complete with time card office hours set procedures and expressions of esteem for Mr Boss, Sir. I'm sick of the lyricism that has to stop in midstream to look up the precise meaning of a word. Down with purists!
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; And, while the night isgathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away. Brooke
Green grow the rashes,O; Green grow the rashes,O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses,O.
The golden Hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my Dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
It isthreeand a half hourslong, fourcharacterswide, and a cesspool deep.
I recommend you to take care of the minutes, for hours will take care of themselves.
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will ride, Call countryants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Wer nie sein Brot mitTr a« nen aÞ, Wer nie die kummervollen N a« chte, Auf seinem Bette weinen saÞ, Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen M a« chte. Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping and watching for the morrow He knows ye not, ye heavenly powers.
There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
Thus they in mutual accusation spent The fruitless hours, but neither self-condemning, And of their vain conte s t appeared no end.
If your daughters are inclined to love reading, do not check their inclination by hindering them of the diverting part of it. It is as necessary for the amusement of women as the reputation of men; but teach them not to expect anyapplause from it Ignorance is as much the fountain of vice as idleness, and indeed generally produces it. People that do not read or work for a livelihood have many hours they know not how to employ, especially women, who commonly fall into vapours or something worse.
In a march of onlya few hours, I had passed from the western to the eastern hemisphere and had verified my position at the summit of the world.It was hard to realise that on the first miles of the brief march we had been travelling due north, while on the last few miles of the same march we had been travelling due south, although we had all the time been travelling precisely in the same direction.
But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.
Work eight hours and sleep eight hours and make sure theyare not the same.
Jamais je ne m'assujettis aux heures: les heures sont faites pour l'homme, et non l'homme pour les heures. I never subject myself to hours: hours are made for men; men are not made for hours.
I was inTennessee 24 hours and got 99 years.
Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!
He was in a few hours of giving his enemies the slip for ever.
The City is of Night, but not of Sleep; There sweet Sleep is not for the weary brain; The pitiless hours like years and ages creep, A night seems termless hell.
Three hours a day will produce as much as a man ought to write.
I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright, And round beneath it,Time in hours, days, years Driven by the spheres Like a vast shadow moved.
Catherinehad threehundred lovers.Idid thebest Icould do in a couple of hours.
These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
There's not a man That lives who hath not known his god-like hours.
Rose of all Roses,Rose of all the World! The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled Above the tide of hours, trouble the air, And God's bell buoyed to be the water's care.
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