And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet whence he blew Soul-animating strains,alas too few.
And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet whence he blew Soul-animating strains,alas too few.
My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.
Razors pain you Rivers are damp Acids stain you And drugs cause cramp.
Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial distance.
Games are among the most interesting creations of the human mind, and the analysis of their structure is full of adventure and surprises. Unfortunately there is never a lack of mathematicians for the job of transforming delectable ingredients into a dish that tastes like a damp blanket.
Laughter, while it lasts, slackens and unbraces the mind, weakens the faculties and causes a kind of remissness and dissolution in all the powers of the soul and thus it may be looked on as weakness in the composition of human nature. But if we consider the frequent reliefs we receive from it and how often it breaks the gloom which is apt to depress the mind and damp our spirits, with transient, unexpected gleams of joy, one would take care not to grow too wise for so great a pleasure of life.
Can you believe the weather we are having Cold, windy and damp ... And I hear outdoors it's even worse.
An artist wished to paint a face, The symbol of innocence and joy He sought a child for his ideal, And drew the likeness of a boy. Long years passed on. The artist now A gray old man, one picture more Designed to make, and call it Guilt A contrast to the child of yore. He went into a dungeon dark, Its cold walls damp with slime. And painted a wretched man chained there, Condemned to death for crime. Beside the other he placed the last And when he learned the prisoner's name, He found the innocent, laughing child, And the hardened man, were but the same. Montagu Gere.
I am a demd villain . . . I will fill my pockets with change for a sovereign in half-pence and drown myself in the Thames . . . who for her sake will become a demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body.
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.
To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does not see anything and notices only the damp smell of putrefaction.
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body.
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
One of the last episodes was all about a flood. We were working in the rain till all hours, and it was muddy and it was cold and it was damp, and it was hours under the hoses. That was not pleasant. That was not pleasant.
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