Keresés: bathed, Hamvas Béla: Isten tenyerén ébredtem - vallásos vers, x, x, Angol idézetek, Requiescat by Matthew Arnold S, Sohrab and Rustum by Matthew A, A Wish by Matthew Arnold I ask, x, David Bowie - An Occasional..., Slipknot Vermilion, , Hamvas Béla: Isten tenyerén ébredtem - vallásos vers, God’s palm and looked down on the Earth,, at the snow-white high summits and barren pastures. , I saw the Sun rise reflected in winding rivers,, in its rays the drowsy dawn bathed with glimmers. , I saw the ocean shining bright like a child,, seagulls dancing with the clouds above them high,, I saw peace in the depth of all people’s hearts,, x, thieves, old names, and promiscuity between, devil-may-care men who have taken, to railroading, out of sheer lust of adventure –, and young slatterns, bathed, in filth, from Monday to Saturday, to be tricked out that night, with gauds, from imaginations which have no, peasant traditions to give them, x, yet strenuous with strife of the dead who is dumb as the dust-heaps of death:, Surely no soul is it, sweet as the spasm of erotic emotional exquisite error,, Bathed in the balms of beatified bliss, beatific itself by beatitude's breath., Surely no spirit or sense of a soul that was soft to the spirit and soul of our senses, , Angol idézetek, Kill, , Harper Lee, Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps. And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longe, Requiescat by Matthew Arnold S, Matthew Arnold, Strew on her roses, roses,, And never a spray of yew!, In quiet she reposes;, Ah, would that I did too!, Her mirth the world required;, She bathed it in smiles of glee., But her heart was tired, tired,, And now they let her be., Her life was turning, turning,, In mazes of heat and sound., But for peace her sou, Sohrab and Rustum by Matthew A, Pamere,, A foil'd circuitous wanderer--till , A Wish by Matthew Arnold I ask, sure, than he!, Bring none of these; but let me be,, While all around in silence lies,, Moved to the window near, and see, Once more before my dying eyes, Bathed in the sacred dew of morn, The wide aerial landscape spread—, The world which was ere I was born,, The world which lasts when I am dead., Which never was the fri, x, your blue-shadowed silk,, Is music. It is like the strain, Waked in the elders by Susanna;, , Of a green evening, clear and warm,, She bathed in her still garden, while, The red-eyed elders, watching, felt, , The basses of their beings throb, In witching chords, and their thin blood, David Bowie - An Occasional..., time to pass, And I still hold some ashes to me, An Occasional Dream, And we'd sleep, oh so close, But not really close our eyes, 'Tween the sheets of summer , Bathed in blue..., Gently weeping nights, It was long, long ago, And I can't touch your name, For the days of fate , Were strong for you..., Danced you far from me, Slipknot Vermilion, see, climatic hands that press her temples and my chest, Enter the night that she came home - forever, Oh..., She is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic, My dahlia, bathed in possesion - she is home to me, I get nervous, perverse, when I see her, it's worse, But the stress is astounding, It's now or never, she's coming home - foreve, , ,KiNeHagyd, Ki Ne Hagyd