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Like two skeletons copulating on a corrugated tin roof.
Sing on, with hymns uproarious, Ye humble and aloof, Look up! and oh, how glorious He has restored the roof!
OAutumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
The walls of spiders' legs are made, Well mortised and finely laid; He was the master of his trade It curiously builded; The windows of the eyes of cats, And for the roof, instead of slats, Is covered with the skins of bats, With moonshine that are gilded.
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show Of touch or marble, nor canst boast a row Of polished pillars, or a roof of gold; Thou hast no lantern whereof tales are told, Or stair, or courts; but standst an ancient pile, And these grudged at, art reverenced the while.
Compromise makes a good umbrella but a poor roof.
Wenn ich gewusst h a« tte, dass so viel Teufel auf mich gezielet h a« tten, als Ziegel auf den D a« chern waren zu Worms, w a« re ich dennoch eingeritten. I would have gone into Worms though there were as many devils as tiles on the roof.
The oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arche' d roof in words deceiving.
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.
La gloire et le repos sont choses qui ne peuvent loger en mesme giste. Fame and tranquillity are two things that can't live under the same roof.
For it seems that long before the first enterprising man bent some twigs into a leaky roof, many animals were already accomplished builders.
Theartist needsbut a roof, a crust of bread, and his easel, and all therest Godgiveshim inabundance.Hemust live to paint and not paint to live.
After weeks of watching the roof leak I fixed it tonight by moving a single board.
We will listen to the wind's text Blown through the roof, or the thrush's song In the thick bush that proved him wrong, Wrong from the start, for nature's truth Is primary and her changing seasons Correct out of a vaster reason The vague errors of the flesh.
Art is History's nostalgia, it prefers a thatched roof to a concrete factory, and the huge church above a bleached village.
What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?I wish I knew Just staying on it, I guess, for as long as she can.
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