You sparkle with larceny.
You sparkle with larceny.
The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.
The coldest bodies warm with opposition the hardest sparkle in collision.
I don't know Laura Bush. But she seems to be calm, and she has a sparkle in her eye, which is good. But I don't know that she's ever had a real job - I mean, since she's been grown up.
The little boy-that-used-to-be On Christmas morning watched the tree. He hid beneath a man's disguise, But oh the sparkle in his eyes He watched his son with great delight And how his heart leaped at the sight Of Junior opening up his toys, And then ... there were two little boys. One half past three, and one ... oh well, His age in years why need we tell It did not matter as they played With auto, train and gay parade. Circus and games and toy pop-gun I'm sure I do not know which one Was happier ... the half past three Or grown-up lad-that-used-to-be.
The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass,
The stars sparkle, the whippoorwill calls,
But thou grievest, while my soul lies rapturous
In the blest Nirvana of eternal light!
Burn, burn, flame up, sparkle in trees of light.
I reflected how soon in the cup of desire The pearl of the soul may be melted away How quickly, alas, the pure sparkle of fire We inherit from heaven, may be quenched in the clay.
Many have no happier moments than those that they pass in solitude, abandoned to their own imagination, which sometimes puts sceptres in their hands or miters on their heads, shifts the scene of pleasure with endless variety, bids all the forms of beauty sparkle before them, and gluts them with every change of visionary luxury.
People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
Let love sparkle in her e'e;
Let her lo'e nae man but me;
That's the tocher-gude I prize,
There the luver's treasure lies.
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive They sparkle still the right Promethean fire They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
I would stand transfixed before the windows of the confectioners shops, fascinated by the luminous sparkle of candied fruits, the cloudy lustre of jellies, the kaleidoscopic inflorescence of acidulated fruitdrops....
I wanted to do Dreamgirls. If they're doing a stage production of Sparkle, I think that would be hot.
I come from haunt of coot and her, I make s sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
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