I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned
I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned
The way I grew up, I was always taught that it's uncouth to talk about money, and that's not what should inspire you.
Too much truth is uncouth.
Uncouth tongues, horrible shriekings of despair, Shrill and faint voices, cries of pain and rage, And, with it all, smiting of hands, were there, Making a tumult, nothing could assuage, To swirl in the air that knows not day or night, Like sand withi
New occasions teach new duties, time makes ancient good uncouth, They must upward still and onward, who would keep abreast of truth
And don't tell me God works in mysterious ways', Yossarian continued 'There's nothing mysterious about it, He's not working at all. He's playing. Or else He's forgotten all about us. That's the kind of God you people talk about, a country bumpkin, a clumsy, bungling, brainless, conceited, uncouth hayseed. Good God, how much reverence can you have for a Supreme Being who finds it necessary to include such phenomena as phlegm and tooth decay in His divine system of Creation What in the world was running through that warped, evil, scatalogical mind of His when He robbed old people of the power to control their bowel movements Why in the world did He ever create pain.
Through the palpable obscure find out His uncouth way.
But it was different out upon the rose-tinted waters of the central lake. It boiled and heaved with strange life. Great slate-colored backs and high serrated dorsal fins shot up with a fringe of silver, and then rolled down into the depths again. The sand-banks far out were spotted with uncouth crawling forms, huge turtles, strange saurians, and one great flat creature like a writhing, palpitating mat of black greasy leather, which flopped its way slowly to the lake.
Sonnet To a Child Sweet is your antique body, not yet young Beauty withheld from youth that looks for youth Fair only for your father. Dear among Masters in art. To all men else uncouth Save me, who know your smile comes very old, Learnt of the happy dead that laughed with gods For earlier suns than ours have lent you gold Sly fauns and trees have given you jigs and nods. But soon your heart, hot-beating like a bird's, Shall slow down. Youth shall lop your hair And you must learn wry meanings in our words. Your smile shall dull, because too keen aware And when for hopes your hand shall be uncurled, Your eyes shall close, being open to the world.
There is America, which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners, yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world.
Young man, there is America, which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners.
Let him not dance, nor sing, nor play musical instruments, nor slap ,his limbs , nor grind his teeth, nor let him make uncouth noises, though he be in a passion.
Revolution in the modern case is no longer an uncouth business.
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