Death must obliterate all memories and affections and ideas and laws, or the awakening in the next world will be amid the welcomes, and loves and raptures of those who left us with tearful farewells, and with dying promises that they would wait to welcomes us when we should arrive. And so they do. Not sorrowfully, not anxiously, but lovingly, they wait to bid us welcome.
"Now, Halford, I bid you adieu for the present. This is the first instalment of my debt. If the coin suits you, tell me so, and I'll send you the rest of my leisure: if you would rather remain my creditor than stuff your purse with such ungainly heavy pieces — tell me still, and I'll pardon your bad taste, and willingly keep the treasure to myself."anne brontë
O golden Silence, bid our souls be still,And on the foolish fretting of our careLay thy soft touch of healing unaware!julia caroline dorr
To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.rabindranath tagore
I am a woman therefore I may not Call to him, cry to him, Fly to him, bid him delay not.richard watson gilder
Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups of concupiscent curds.wallace stevens
Ask me no more: what answer should I give? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye: Yet,O my friend, I will not have thee die! Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live.Tennyson
How oft the word which we would gladly speakMight be, unto some darkly groping soul,The key to bid doubt's massive doors unroll,The free winds' breath upon the prisoner's cheek,Or. to the hungry heart, sweet pity's dole!We hurry on, nor know that they are near,As passed Evangeline the one so dear.julia abigail fletcher carney
"The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail—its roof may shake—the wind may blow through it—the storm may enter—the rain may enter—but the King of England cannot enter—all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement." So be it—unless he has justification by law.denning, alfred, baron denning
I love to play bid whist as much as I love football.emmitt smith
I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.gwendolyn brooks
And bid the devil take the hin'most.
Are we not bold to bid a god repent; To break upon his slumbers with our prayers; To watch him day and night; to wear him out With endless supplication? Perhaps to beg His kind attention to a pleasant tale; To cheat him into pity, and conclude Each story with Prometheus?hartley coleridge
My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few Who fitly shalt conceive thy reasoning, Of such hard matter dost thou entertain; Whence, if by misadventure, chance should bring Thee to base company (as chance may do), Quite unaware of what thou dost contain, I prithee, comfort thy sweet self again, My last delight! tell them that they are dull, And bid them own that thou art beautiful.Percy Bysshe Shelley
O golden Silence, bid our souls be still, And on the foolish fretting of our care Lay thy soft touch of healing unaware!
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phœbus.william shakespeare
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto 's cheek.john milton
If my best wines mislike thy taste, And my best service win thy frown, Then tarry not, I bid thee haste; There's many another Inn in town.thomas bailey aldrich
It is in the nature of aphoristic thinking to be always in a state of concluding; a bid to have the final word is inherent in all powerful phrase-making.
Kimry aorvit kein bid eudragon. Kaffaud paub y teithi. llauen vi bri.brython. Kenhittor kirrn eluch. kathil hetuch a hinon.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham’s bosom, And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night.
Olivia: Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you; besides, you grow dishonest. Feste: Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him; any thing that's mended is but patched; virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.
Gentlemen, I bid you farewell…
bid that welcome Which comes to punish us, and we punish it Seeming to bear it lightly.william shakespeare