Quotes about chimneys (16 Quotes)


    We're helping Ten Chimneys maintain what they had already established with a landscape architect. With the knowledge we can bring to the table as Master Gardeners, we can discuss plant choices.


    Westminster Abbey, the Tower, a steeple, one church, and then another, presented themselves to our view; and we could now plainly distinguish the high round chimneys on the tops of the houses, which yet seemed to us to form an innumerable number of smaller spires, or steeples.


    When my mother died, I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'weep 'weep 'weep 'weep' So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.





    We came to the house, and it is an old house, full of great chimneys where wood is burnt on ancient dogs upon the hearth, and grim portraits (some of them with grim legends, too) lower distrustfully from the oaken panels of the walls.

    We found two large high-temperature fields and as we explored them, we would come upon a large mound of chimneys with superheated water jetting out of them. Then in the distance, we'd see another mound and then beyond that, another one, and so on.


    The rain and hail pattered against the glass the chimneys quaked and rocked the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though an impatient hand inside were striving to burst it open. But no hand was there, and it opened no more.

    Too much Wait till you have lived here longer. Look down the valley See the cloud of a hundred chimneys that overshadows it I tell you that the cloud of murder hangs thicker and lower than that over the heads of the people. It is the Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself.

    Christmas Pie Lo now is come our joyfull'st feast Let every man be jolly Each room with ivy leaves is dressed, And every post with holly. Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning Their ovens they with bakemeats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie, And if for cold it hap to die, We'll bury it in a Christmas pie, And ever more be merry.

    For a while I was looking forward to having to get another job, ... I had this fantasy about applying to this place in upstate New York, Green Chimneys. They do occupational therapy with kids, using farm animals. I thought that was something I could be passionate about. But music just kept on coming back.




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