Failure, then, failure so the world stamps us at every turn. We strew it with our blunders, our misdeeds, our lost opportunities, with all the memorials of our inadequacy to our vocation. And with what a damning emphasis does it then blot us out.
Failure, then, failure so the world stamps us at every turn. We strew it with our blunders, our misdeeds, our lost opportunities, with all the memorials of our inadequacy to our vocation. And with what a damning emphasis does it then blot us out.
ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
Let them bestow on every airth a limb Then open all my veins, that I may swim To thee, my Maker in that crimson lake Then place my parboiled head upon a stake - Scatter my ashes - strew them in the air - Lord since thou know'st where all these
Shall I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee Or quiet sea-flower moulded by the sea, Or simplest growth of meadow-sweet or sorrel.
Sad and sweet and wise Here a child reposes; Dust is on his eyes, Quietly he lies - Satan, strew Roses.
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew In quiet she reposes Ah, would that I did too.
And when you stick on conversation's burrs, Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs.
When I am dead, good wench,
Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife to my grave.
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