I had just climbed the steps of the station when the blasts took place. The entire place shook and soon there was flesh and blood lying everywhere. It was a terrible scene. Five-six bodies were lying nearby and several others were injured.
I had just climbed the steps of the station when the blasts took place. The entire place shook and soon there was flesh and blood lying everywhere. It was a terrible scene. Five-six bodies were lying nearby and several others were injured.
Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might.
It was hard for me to see coach Barnett trashed like that in the national media. Anyone who's actually gone and talked to him or had the chance to sit in one of our meetings where he blasts us about our behavior and doing the right thing knows he's not like that.
The gas pipeline blasts had forced us to shutdown at least nine oil wells and also affected supplies of crude to the four refineries in the state. We hope to begin normal operations very soon if there are no further attacks.
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 bend by the same wintry fever.
The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls.
When the blasts of winter appear.
Right now, the worms are just an irritant, but there are a lot of weird things happening -- worms, bomb blasts in Baghdad and Jerusalem -- that are not good for the morale of executives. If that takes a hit, the much-vaunted recovery in business investment might get delayed.
He must be independent and brave, and sure of himself and of the importance of his work, because if he isn't he will never survive the scorching blasts of derision that will probably greet his first efforts.
Fear deathto feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet t.
'Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring All on a rock reclined.
Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.
It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.
The tallest Trees are most in the Power of the Winds, and Ambitious Men of the Blasts of Fortune.
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