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I wyll that my son manhede take For reson wyll that there be thre A man, a madyn, and a tre. Man for man, tre for tre, Madyn for madyn; thus shall it be.
Dear Sir, your astonishment's odd: I am always about in the Quad. And that's why the tree Will continue to be Since observed by Yours faithfully,God. See Knox 476:22.
There were three ravens sat on a tree, They were as black as they might be. The one of them said to his make, 'Where shall we our breakfast take?'
O waly, waly up the bank, And waly, waly doun the brae, And waly, waly yon burn-side Where I and my love wont to gae. I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brake Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, gin love be bonnie A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld And fades awa' like morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, O wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair.
And the L God planted a garden eastwards in Eden; and there he put the manwhom he had formed. And out of the ground made the L God to grow every tree that is pleasant for the sight, and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil.
And the L God took the man and put him into the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it. And the LGod commanded the man, saying,Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat: But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thoushalt noteat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.
And when the woman saw that the tree wasgood for food, and that it waspleasanttothe eyes,and atreetobe desired to make one wise she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also to her husband with her; and he did eat. And the eyes of them bothwere opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons. And they heard the voice of the L God walking inthegarden in the cool of the day: and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the L God amongst the trees of the garden.
And he said, I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself. And he said,Who told thee that thou wast naked? Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldst not eat? 86
And the man said,The woman whom thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I did eat. And the L God said unto the woman,What is this that thou hast done? And the woman said,The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat.
And the L God said,Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live for ever:Therefore the L God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken. So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the tree of life.
But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough, now,O L, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.But his delight is in the law of the L; and in his law doth he meditate dayand night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in hisseason; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. The ungodlyare not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that gettethunderstanding.For themerchandise of it isbetter than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold. She is more precious than rubies: and all the thingsthoucanst desirearenottobe compared untoher. Length of days is in her right hand; and in her left hand riches and honour. Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. She is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her: and happy is every one that retaineth her.
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.
And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.In themidst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Appropriating the fruits of Christian civilisation, but rejecting the tree from which they spring.
His love was passion's essence:as a tree On fire by lightning, with ethereal flame Kindled he was, and blasted.
Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of Life.
But sweeter still than this, than these, than all, Is first and passionate loveit stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall; The tree of knowledge hath been pluck'dall's known And life yields nothing further to recall Worthy of this ambrosial sin, so shown, No doubt in fable, as the unforgiven Fire which Prometheus filch'd for us from heaven.
Ye fields of Cambridge, our dear Cambridge, say, Have ye not seen us walking every day? Was there a tree about which did not know The love betwixt us two?
Dichoso el a rbol que es apenas sensitivo, y ma s la piedra dura porque e sa ya no siente, pues no hay dolor ma s grande que el dolor de ser vivo, ni mayor pesadumbre que la vida consciente. Blessed is the almost insensitive tree, more blessed is the hard stone that doesn't feel, for no pain isgreater than the pain of being alive, and no sorrow more intense than conscious life.
We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples.
In that sharp light the fields did lie Naked and stone-like; each tree stood Like a tranced woman, bound and stark, Far off the wood With darkness ridged the riven dark. 336
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
On a tree bya river a little tom-tit Sang 'Willow, titwillow, titwillow!'
Grau, teurer Freund, ist alleTheorie. Und gru« n des Lebens goldner Baum. All theory, dear friend, isgrey, but the golden tree of actual life springs ever green.
I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree; For sure then I should grow To fruit or shade: at least some bird would trust Her household to me, and I should be just.
See howAurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet-slug-a-bed, and see The dew-bespangling herb and tree.
Do you know out of what the German Empire arose? Out of dreams, songs, fantasies and black-red-gold ribbons Bismarck merely shook the tree that fantasies had planted.
The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.
Efficiencyis measured at the extremities.You do not find the efficiency of an army at headquarters, nor of a firminhead office.It isattheremotest pointtheprivate soldier or humble legionary on the distant frontier, the girl at the counter or the branch-office junior salesman that the really decisive test of an army or a firm is made.It istherethat all theinstructionand knowledge of relevant facts and procedural disciplines bear fruitor wither on the tree.
We're going faster and lower than anything out there. And we can bomb the knot off a tree.
There is more learning in their [Chinese] languagethan in anyother, fromthe immensenumberof their characters. It is only more difficult from its rudeness, as there is more labour in hewing down a tree with a stone than with an axe.
If poetry comes not as naturally as leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adamsat under theTree and scratched with a stick in the mould; And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, Till the Devilwhispered behind theleaves,'It'spretty, but is it Art?'
There was once a man who said 'God Must think it exceedingly odd If he finds that this tree Continues to be When there's no-one about in the Quad.' SeeAnonymous 22:51.
Our mother Eve, who tasted of the tree, Giving to Adam what she held most dear, Was simply good, and had no power to see.
Pussy said to the Owl,'You elegant Fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows, And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose.
'But the longer I live on this CrumpettyTree The plainer than ever it seems to me That very few people come this way And that life on the whole is far from gay!' Said the Quangle-Wangle Quee.
The problems of the world, AIDS, cancer, nuclear war, pollution, are, finally, no more solvable than the problems of a tree which has borne fruit: the apples are overripe and theyare fallingwhat can be done? What can be done about the problems which beset our life? Nothing can be done, and nothing needs to be done. Something is being donethe organism is preparing to rest.
How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree. Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all flow'rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose.
A wind sways in the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines Of the roots here and there. The pine tree drops its dead; Theyare quiet, as under the sea. Overhead, overhead Rushes life in a race, As the clouds the clouds chase; And we go, And we drop like the fruits of the tree, Even we, Even so.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before
Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat.
So clomb this first grand thief into God's fold: So since into his church lewd hirelings climb. Thence up he flew, and on theTree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant.
When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before youa tree, a house, a field, or whatever. Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streakof yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact colour and shape, until it gives your own naive impression of the scene before you.
Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die!
We've come full circle but the best remains the heart of the city, the greatest center of the greatest city, our Acropolis, where our Christmas tree is lighted.
I think that I shall never see A billboard lovelyas a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all. See Kilmer 467:17.
The young girl stood beside me. I Saw not what her young eyes could see: A light, she said, not of the sky Lives somewhere in the OrangeTree.
Oh there once was a swagman camped in the billabongs, Under the shade of a Coolibah tree; And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling, 'Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.' Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling, Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me. Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag, Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Don't wait for schools to be built. Teach the children under the nearest tree.
The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction, A green bough fromVirginia's aged tree.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.
He that steals a cow from a poor widow, or a stirk from a cottar, is a thief; he that lifts a drove from a Sassenach laird, is a gentleman-drover. And, besides, to take a tree from the forest, a salmon from the river, a deer from the hill, or a cow from a Lowland strath, is what no Highlander need ever think shame upon.
Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping.
Madam, a circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge! Depend upon it, Mrs Malaprop, that they who are so fond of handling the leaves, will long for the fruit at last.
I hate to see prudence clinging to the green suckers of youth; 'tis like ivy round a sapling, and spoils the growth of the tree.
Daisy and Lily, Lazy and silly, Walk by the shore of the wan grass sea, Talking once more 'neath a swan-bosomed tree.
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street.
To-day I find from my observations of the sunthat I am now camped in the centre of Australia. I have marked a tree and planted the British flag there. There is a high mount about two miles and a half to the north-north- east.Iwish it had been inthe centre; but on itto-morrow I will raise a cone of stones, and plant the flag there, and name it 'Central Mount Stuart'.
And soft as lips that laugh and hide The laughing leaves of the tree divide, And screen from seeing and leave in sight The god pursuing, the maiden hid.
For the life in them he loved most living things, But a tree chiefly.
But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that isgone: The pansyat my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid metake love easy, asthe leavesgrow on thetree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid metake life easy, as thegrassgrows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
There's nothing but our own red blood Can make a right RoseTree.
The Minister said it wald dee, the cypress-buss I plantit. But the buss grew til a tree, naething dauntit. It's growan, stark and heich, derk and straucht and sinister, kirkyairdielike and dreich. But whaur's the Minister?
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