And turns to me, perfectly ca'm, and says, "Did you hear anybody sing out?"
A slap on the hand or a box on the ear was no good: what he wanted was to get a nice warm whipping.
Don't worry-we're far less frightening than your friends think."
The coffin lay on its bier before the chancel, four tall yellow candles at its corners.
I pictured Richard Gere’s character from the movie Pretty Woman, and I could see Sam excelling at it.
‘It’s the fresh air that does it,’ said the Rose: ‘wonderfully fine air it is, out here.’
Primarily Winfield was a real estate speculator, secondarily he was a dreamer of dreams and seer of visions.
His speare was of fine cypress,That bodeth war, and nothing peace;The head full sharp y-ground.
direct So did our sexton, and our fermerere, infirmary-keeper That have been true friars fifty year, —They may now, God be thanked of his love, Make their jubilee, and walk above.<12>And up I rose, and all our convent eke, With many a teare trilling on my cheek, Withoute noise or clattering of bells, Te Deum was our song, and nothing else, Save that to Christ I bade an orison,Thanking him of my revelation.
The whole front of the island position was lined with smoke, and behind it, from the high cliff of the west bank, a long half-circle of riflemen directed a second tier of converging bullets upon the 400 charging men.
Do you think we could walk along the edge of the weir and reach it?
His constant individuality of mind, his constant freshness, alertness, brilliancy, warmth, sympathy, endear him to his congregation, and when he returns from an absence they bubble and effervesce over him as if he were some brilliant new preacher just come to them.