I stole every nickel, dime and dollar and blew it on fine threads, luxurious lodgings, fantastic foxes and other sensual goodies. I partied in every capital in Europe and bask on all the worlds most famous beaches.
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All of a summer day: The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts And took them quite away!
I stole some pins from the noticeboardAnd pressed them into my handAnd they spelled 'why?'Why did they spell 'why'?Because there weren't enough pins for 'oblivion'.
Just released in 1994 is Christina Hoff Sommers’s landmark study, Who stole Feminism? , which uses ingenious detective work to unmask the shocking fraud and propaganda of establishment feminism and the servility of American media and academe to Machiavellian feminist manipulation. This bracingly precise, fact-based book should be required reading for every journalist. Sommers is a courageous academic philosopher who was one of the very first to systematically critique current feminist ideology and who took tremendous abuse for it. … Sommers has done a great service for women and for feminism, whose fundamental precepts she has clarified and strengthened.camille paglia
'Libertas et natale solum': Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.jonathan swift
Here's a thought for every man who's tried to understand what's in his handsBound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say / Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay / As he faced the sun, he cast no shadow.As they took his soul they stole his pride"Noel Gallagher
It had to be something real bad. I think he stole music online.james hetfield
I was a Navy officer writing about Navy problems and I simply stole this lovely Army nurse and popped her into a Navy uniform, where she has done very well for herself.james a. michener
He was a manWho stole the livery of the court of HeavenTo serve the Devil in.robert pollok
Her feet beneath her petticoatLike little mice stole in and out,As if they feared the light;But oh, she dances such a way!No sun upon an Easter-dayIs half so fine a sight.john suckling
Libertas et natale solum:Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.jonathan swift
In tears she utter'd as the frozen snow Touch'd by the spring's mild ray, begins to flow, So just began to melt his stubborn soul, As mild-ray'd pity o'er the tyrant stole; But destiny forbade: with eager zeal, Again pretended for the public weal, Her fierce accusers urged her speedy doom; Again dark rage diffused its horrid gloom O'er stern Alonzo's brow: swift at the sign, Their swords unsheathed around her brandish'd shine. O foul disgrace, of knighthood lasting stain, By men of arms a helpless lady slain!william julius mickle
Michael Moore is a screwed asshole, that is what I think about that case. He stole my title and changed the numbers without ever asking me for permission.Michael Moore
I hope that whoever stole it, stole it because they loved it, and not because of all the hype.stella vine
Over the decades, cult operatives have fished through Singer's trash, sent her death threats and picketed her lectures. They've released dozens of live rats at her house, put dead ones on her doorstep (hearts skewered with lollipop sticks) and hacked into her computer so many times she doesn't use one any more. Once a cultist talked her way into working in Singer's campus office, then stole a sheaf of term papers and sent bizarre notes to the students.
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket!william shakespeare
He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven To serve the Devil in.robert pollok
Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll, In pleasing memory of all he stole; How here he sipp'd, how there he plunder'd snug, And suck'd all o'er like an industrious bug.Alexander Pope
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.john keats
This, I shall say, is He, the son of the carpenter or the whore , the destroyer of the Sabbath , the Samaritan and Who had a devil . This is He, Whom ye bought of Judas: this is He, Who was smitten with a reed and with bufferings, dishonoured with spittings, drugged with gall and vinegar. This is He, Whom the disciples stole secretly away, that it might be said that He had risen again[.]
They're not shooting me for deserting the United States Army - thousands of guys have done that. They're shooting me for that brass I stole when I was 12 years old.
* * Sighs Which perfect Joy, perplexed for utterance, stole from her sister Sorrow.
As great Pythagoras of yore, Standing beside the blacksmith's door, And hearing the hammers, as they smote The anvils with a different note, stole from the varying tones, that hung Vibrant on every iron tongue, The secret of the sounding wire, And formed the seven-chorded lyre.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow