Here lies a lady of beauty and high degree. Of chills and fever she died, of fever and chills, The delight of her husband, her aunts, an infant of three, And of medicos marvelling sweetly on her ills.
I think you are absolutely right about everything, except I think humor springs from rage, hay fever, overdue rent and miscellaneous hell.will cuppy
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs.john keats
May He support us all the day long, till the shades lengthen, and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done! Then in His mercy may He give us a safe lodging, and a holy rest, and peace at the last.John Henry Newman
I have now so many fundamental thoughts, so many really metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write more, not to think more, but allow the fever of saying to make me sleepy, and fondle, with closed eyes, as if to a cat, all that I could have said.fernando pessoa
"Hay fever suffers tend to be above average in intelligence,..."andrew tobias
So, when a raging fever burns,We shift from side to side by turns;And 't is a poor relief we gainTo change the place, but keep the pain.Isaac Watts
The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.william wordsworth
During every week from April to September there are, on the average, ten wild plants coming into first bloom. ... No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them. ... Tell me of what plant-birthday a man takes notice, and I shall tell you a good deal about his vocation, his hobbies, his hay fever, and the general level of his ecological education.aldo leopold
To call out for the hand of the enemy is a rather extreme measure, yet a better one, I think, than to remain in continual fever over an accident that has no remedy. But since all the precautions that a man can take are full of uneasiness and uncertainty, it is better to prepare with fine assurance for the worst that can happen, and derive some consolation from the fact that we are not sure that it will happen.Michel de Montaigne
Only in the fever of creation could she recreate her own lost life.anaïs nin
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.dylan thomas
Part of me felt like something momentous was about to happen. The other part of me expected to wake up at any moment, to come out of this fever dream or stress episode or whatever it was and wake up with my face in a puddle of drool on the Smart Aid break room table and think, Well, that was strange , and then return to the boring old business of being me. But I didn't wake up.
We wonder if this can be really the close, Life's fever cooled by death's trance. And we cry, though it seems to our dearest of foes, "God give us another chance."
The general's disdain'd By him one step below; he by the next; That next by him beneath; so every step, Exampled by the first pace that is sick Of his superior, grows to an envious fever Of pale and bloodless emulation.william shakespeare
There is a case cited by Korzybski in Science and Sanity of a man who suffered from hay fever whenever there were roses in the room. In an experiment, a bunch of roses was produced unexpectedly in front of him, and he immediately had a violent attack of hay fever, despite the fact that the "roses" in this case were made of paper .
I think you are absolutely right about everything, except I think humor springs from rage, hay fever, overdue rent and miscellaneous hell.
I don't care whether I have Roman fever or not!
When the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
Let you sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fever burns away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children and the grave Proves the child ephemeral; But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie: Mortal , guilty , but to me The entirely beautiful .
Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart.martha graham