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You ought certainly to forgive them as a Christian, but never toadmittheminyoursight, orallow their namesto be mentioned in your hearing.
Le toucher est le plus de mystificateur de tous les sens, a' la diffe rence de la vue, qui est le plus magique. Touch is the most demystifying of all senses, different from sight which is the most magical.
For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
For we walk by faith, not by sight.
Und der Haifisch, der hat Z a« hne Und die tr a« gt er im Gesicht Und Macheath, der hat ein Messer Doch das Messer sieht man nicht. Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear, And he shows them pearly white. Just a jack-knife has Macheath, dear, And he keeps it out of sight.
And finds, with keen discriminating sight, Black's not so black;nor white so very white.
A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune's inequality exhibits under the sun.
Wellcome, all Wonders in one sight! Eternity shut in a span. Summer in Winter, Day in Night. Heaven in Earth and God in Man.
Young men mend not their sight by using old men's spectacles.
London, thou art of townes A per se. Soveraign of cities, someliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie; Of lordis, barons, and many goodly knyght; Of most delectable lusty ladies bright; Of famous prelatis in habitis clericall; Of merchauntis full of sybstaunce and myght; London, thou art the flour of Cities all.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
On the summit of the precipice and in the deep green woods emotions as palpable and as true have agitated me as if I were surveying them with the blessing of sight. There was an intelligence in the winds of the hills and in the solemn stillness of the buried foliage that could not be misleading. It entered into my heart and I could have wept, notthat Ididnot see, butthat Icould not portrayall I felt.
Sweet Swan of Avon! What a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza, and our James!
We lost sight of one of the cardinal maxims of guerrilla war: the guerrilla wins if he does not lose. The conventional army loses if it does not win.
What a wonderful sight, a full housemy mother would have loved it!
But hail thou Goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy, Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue.
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam; purging and unscaling her long-abused sight at the fountain itself of heavenly radiance; while the whole noise of timorous birds, with those also that love thetwilight, flutterabout, amazed at what she means.
Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste; And all amid them stood theTree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold; and next to life Our death theTree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill.
O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote? Paradise Lost
If it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th'eye confin'd?
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, 'Happy Christmas to all. And to all a good night.'
This day, much against my will, I did in Drury Lane see two or three houses marked with a red cross upon the doors, and 'Lord have mercy uponus'writ therewhich was a sad sight to me, being the first of that kind that to my remembrance I ever saw.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
And no one knows, at first sight, a masterpiece. And give up verse, my boy. There's nothing in it.
He fell in love with himself at first sight and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Self-love seems so often unrequited.
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.
Does it matter?losing your sight? There's such splendid work for the blind; And people will always be kind As you sit on the terrace remembering And turning your face to the light.
The most beautiful sight in orbitis a urine dump at sunset, because as the stuff comes out and as it hits the exit nozzle it instantly flashes into ten million little ice crystals whichgo out almost ina hemisphere It'sreally a spectacular sight.
Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?
Yet is that glass so gay, that it can blind The wisest sight, to think gold that is brass.
We were in some little time fixed in our seats, and sat with that dislike which people not too good-natured usually conceive of each other at first sight.
A sight to make an old man young.
Earth hath not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovelyapparition sent To be a moment's ornament.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending we lay waste our powers: Little we see in nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.Great God! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathe' d horn.
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