Quotes about marys (16 Quotes)

Then my mother was taken ill and died and my father took me to St. Mary's.

I just started making Bloody Marys. I always thought they looked gross, then I tasted one. There's an art to it, from the Tabasco to the Worcestershire.

Words From an Old Spanish Carol Shall I tell you who will come to Bethlehem on Christmas Morn, who will kneel them gently down before the Lord, new-born One small fish from the river, with scales of red, red gold, one wild bee from the heather, one grey lamb from the fold, one ox from the high pasture, one black bull from the herd, one goading from the far hills, one white, white bird. And many children God give them grace, bringing tall candles to light Mary's face. Shall I fell you who will come to Bethlehem on Christmas Morn, who will kneel them gently dowr before the Lord, new-born.

Italy, my Italy Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais) 'Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'

Think of me ever, Mary, as the boy you used to know
When time was fleet, and life was sweet, and I was Mary's beau.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow.

We were up 16-2 after a quarter in that game but Mary's knee injury took some wind out of our sails. We were way ahead and I think our girls were more worried about Mary than the game. Mary came down off the lay-up and heard her knee pop.

Last year we tied for fourth place with Saint Mary's. This year we are hoping our depth can propel us ahead of the Gaels in the overall standings. It would be a huge team accomplishment and big victory for the program.

Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary's eyes, and Mary was blind.

Saint Mary's won 25 games last year, and return their best player. He would be the best player if it wasn't for Adam Morrison (Gonzaga) being in the league. We have to be ready to play.

We boxed out very well, holding St. Mary's to usually just one shot when they had the ball. The girls continue to amaze me with the intensity that they show on defense. And that 11-0 run to begin the game was the turning point. We also really weren't in any foul trouble.

I think getting drunk is the key to flying comfortably. A couple of bloody marys or several glasses of champagne, and suddenly it's like you're on a roller coaster.

Yet I lie here
Soothed by a secret none but Mary knows:
There is a garden of acacia,
Catalpa trees, and arbors sweet with vines --
There on that afternoon in June
By Mary's side --
Kissing her with my soul upon my lips
It suddenly took flight.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. In 1940, St. Mary's refused to allow Fitzgerald to be buried in the Catholic cemetery because, 'He had not performed his Easter duty and his writings were undesirable.' Fitzgerald was buried at Rockville Union Cemetery until 1975, when the authorities at St. Mary's had a change of heart.

What Child Is This What Child is this, who, laid to rest On Mary's lap, is sleeping Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping Refrain This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary. Why lies He in such mean estate, Where ox and ass are feeding Good Christians fear for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. Refrain So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh, Come peasant, King to own Him The King of Kings salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone Him Refrain.

This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands;
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son;
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leas'd out-I die pronouncing it-
Like to a tenement or pelting farm.