Contented I sit with my pint and my pipe, Puffing sorrow and care far away, And surely the brow of grief nothing can wipe, Like smoking and moist'ning our clay; * * * * * For tho' at my simile many may joke, Man is but a pipe and his life but smoke.
But voice is a certain sound of that which is animated; for nothing inanimate emits a voice; but they are said to emit a voice from similitude , as a pipe, and a lyre, and such other inanimate things, have extension, modulation , and dialect; for thus it appears, because voice, also, has these.
OAutumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.william blake
The last breath I drew in he wished might be through a pipe and exhaled in a pun.Charles Lamb
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.Tennyson
Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.jerome k. jerome
Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,Young voices sing;Wreathe every door with snow-white voices round,For lo! 't is Spring!Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,And Love revives again.lewis morris
At the beginning God said: “Let there be light,” and light was, and light is, and light shall be. So Christianity is rolling on, and it is going to warm all nations, and all nations are to bask in its light. Men may shut the window-blinds so they cannot see it, or they may smoke the pipe of speculation until they are shadowed under their own vaporing; but the Lord God is a sun!thomas de witt talmage
Microkernels are not a pipe dream. They represent proven technology.andrew s. tanenbaum
Now musing o'er the changing scene Farmers behind the tavern screen Collect; with elbows idly press'd On hob, reclines the corner's guest, Reading the news to mark again The bankrupt lists or price of grain. Puffing the while his red-tipt pipe He dreams o'er troubles nearly ripe, Yet, winter's leisure to regale, Hopes better times, and sips his ale.john clare
For the world was built in order And the atoms march in tune; Rhyme the pipe, and Time the warder, The sun obeys them, and the moon.ralph waldo emerson
I long to create something that can’t be used to keep us passive: I want to write a script about plumbing, how every pipe is joined to every other.
The pipe, tabret, and harp here associate so intimately with the sensual heathen cults, as well as with the wild revelries and shameless performances of the degenerate theater and circus, it is easy to understand the prejudices against their use in the worship.
How often in the summer-tide, His graver business set aside, Has stripling Will, the thoughtful-eyed As to the pipe of Pan, Stepped blithesomely with lover's pride Across the fields to Anne.
With pipe and book at close of day, Oh, what is sweeter? mortal say.
Tobacco is a traveler, Come from the Indies hither; It passed sea and land Ere it came to my hand, And 'scaped the wind and weather. Tobacco's a musician. And in a pipe delighteth; It descends in a close, Through the organ of the nose, With a relish that inviteth.
Let the Tribune put all this in its pipe and smoke it.
I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing.
The basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.william shakespeare
I do sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing.
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared, pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.john keats
Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear.gerard manley hopkins