When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and… — Thomas Campion Copy Share Image
A picture without sky has no glory. This present, unless we see gleaming beyond it the eternal calm of the heavens, above… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
The American Petroleum Institute filed suit against the EPA [and] charged that the agency was suppressing a scientific study for fear it… — Ronald Reagan Copy Share Image
As artists and traders in medieval cities began to form organizations, they instituted tough initiation ceremonies. Journeymen in Bergen, Norway, were shoved… — Isaac Asimov Copy Share Image
Every head turned to see two more security guards appear, each holding a Bagshaw by the back of the neck (which might… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
Been having a fight with your blankets, Septimus?" A familiar voice echoed down the chimney. "Looks like you lost," the voice continued… — Angie Sage Copy Share Image
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room As though dried straw, and if we… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
By the year 1670, wooden chimneys and log houses of the Plymouth and Bay colonies were replaced by more sightly houses of… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
She grew more and more silent about what really mattered. She curled inside herself like one of those black chimney brushes, the… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
Their bodies will be raised from the dead as vessels for the soul-vessels of wrath. The soul will breathe hell-fire, and smoke… — John Bunyan Copy Share Image
The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
To thousands of elder women in the late sixties and early seventies [the private women's club movement] came like a new gospel… — Laura E. Richards Copy Share Image
If you really think there's a Santa, why don't you sit on the front steps all night in the freezing cold and… — Lewis Black Copy Share Image
The clouds were flying fast, the wind was coming up in gusts, banging some neighboring shutters that had broken loose, twirling the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Christmas Pie Lo! now is come our joyfull'st feast! Let every man be jolly; Each room with ivy leaves is dressed, And… — George Wither Copy Share Image
Have you noticed how nobody ever looks up? Nobody looks at chimneys, or trees against the sky, or the tops of buildings.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen...our history is always returning to a little… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
The rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Is Adrian here?” “Who?” “Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.” She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?” “I … I’m not sure. Does… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
We are constituted a good deal like chickens, which, taken from the hen, and put in a basket of cotton in the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
We launch our souls from the cannons of art and discipline, and on any one night, hovering over the chimney tops of… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
It is this refrain that we hear repeated by everyone: you are not at home, this is not a sanatorium, the only… — Primo Levi Copy Share Image
Most religion-mongers have bated their paradises with a bit of toasted cheese. They have tempted the body with large promises of possessions… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls, When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops. He mocks the guinea, challenges The crow,… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Our secret thoughts - do they ever show up? The small flame of our soul can be burning hot, but no one… — Irving Stone Copy Share Image
Even the pictures I was doing at college - a little narrative based on a butterfly catcher, or a chimney sweep -… — Tim Walker Copy Share Image
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The image by Barry Blitt of Barack Obama and Michelle in the White House with him dressed as a terrorist, her dressed… — Francoise Mouly Copy Share Image
When you were sleeping on the sofa I put my ear to your ear and listened to the echo of your dreams.… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
From whence it happens, that they which trust to books, do as they that cast up many little sums into a greater,… — Thomas Hobbes Copy Share Image
Too much! Wait till you have lived here longer. Look down the valley! See the cloud of a hundred chimneys that overshadows… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Sometimes, looking up at Sophiatown... I have felt I was looking at an Italian village somewhere in Umbria. For you do ‘look… — Trevor Huddleston Copy Share Image
This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Their houses are all built in the shape of tents, with very high chimneys. — Christopher Columbus Copy Share Image