A Walk on the Wild Side.
Everyman, I will go with thee, and be thy guide. In thy most need to go by thy side.
Back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly,God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old.
Who is on the L's side? let him come unto me.
And he lifted up his face to the window, and said,Who is on my side? who? And there looked out to him two or three eunuchs.
But one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there out blood and water.
Except I shall see in his hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into his side, I will not believe.
The very knowledge that he lived in vain, That all was over on this side the tomb, Had made Despair a smilingness assume.
Th' have left thee naked, Lord,O that they had! Thisgarment too I would they had denied. Thee with thyself they have too richly clad, Opening the purple wardrobe of thy side. O never could be found garments too good For thee to wear, but these, of thine own blood.
There are times in politics whenyou must be on theright side and lose.
It takes up no falling cause; fights no uphill battle; advocatesnogreat principle; holdsout a helping hand to no oppressed or obscure individual. It is 'ever strong upon the stronger side'.
Literature, fiction, poetry, whatever, makes justice in the world.That'swhy it almost alwayshastobe onthesideof the underdog.
We must recollectwhat it is we have at stake, what it is we have to contend for. It is for our property, it is for our liberty, it is for our independence, nay for our existence as a nation; it is for our character, it is for our very name as Englishmen, it is for everything dear and valuable to man on this side of the grave.
In a civil war, a general must knowand I'm afraid it's a thing rather of instinct than of practicehe must know exactly when to move over to the other side.
You have no part with lads who fought And laughed and suffered at my side. Your fugues and symphonies have brought No memory of my friends who died.
Men are like the earth and we are the moon; we turn always onesidetothem, and they think there isno other, because they don't see itbut there is.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself inThee, Let the water and the blood, From thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
The great temple of fiction has no well-marked front portal; most devoteesarrivethrough a side door, and not dressed for worship.
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