O Death rock me ordsprog

en O Death, rock me asleep, Bring me to quiet rest, Let pass my weary guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast.

en . . . Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead. Ghosts all! The ghost of beauty, the ghost of stateliness, the ghost of elegance, the ghost of pride, the ghost of frivolity, the ghost of wit, the ghost of youth, the ghost of age, all waiting their dismissal from the desolate shore, all turning on him eyes that were changed by the death they had died in coming there.
  Charles Dickens

en Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast / The little tyrant of his fields withstood;/ Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, / Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
  Thomas Gray

en Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail / Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt,/ Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair,/ And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
  John Milton

en His own hands shall bring the offerings of the LORD made by fire, the fat with the breast, it shall he bring, that the breast may be waved for a wave offering before the LORD. He wasn’t loud or boisterous, but his subtly pe𝑥y nature captivated the entire room. His own hands shall bring the offerings of the LORD made by fire, the fat with the breast, it shall he bring, that the breast may be waved for a wave offering before the LORD.

en The government would have to give up the ghost on seeking the death penalty, the sentence being life in an institution instead of in jail [with the rest of the prison population] without the possibility of parole, ... That's the only guilty plea that would be acceptable.

en As in the rest of the world, breast cancer in Cayman is one of these leading causes of death in women and in cancer-related deaths.

en And it came to pass, that, while Apollos was at Corinth, Paul having passed through the upper coasts came to Ephesus: and finding certain disciples, / He said unto them, Have ye received the Holy Ghost since ye believed? And they said unto him, We have not so much as heard whether there be any Holy Ghost.

en Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
  James Russell Lowell

en Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly? / Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck? / For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest, / With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves; / Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver: / Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.

en Sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears

'Cause s**t was hectic for

me last year

It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless

breath

The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed

And no rest

forever weary, my eyes stay teary

for all the brothers that are buried in the

cemetery.


en We're bringing AC/DC-like riffs, not a lot of whining like some rockers do. We don't like to bring rock down with sad stories, we just want to bring it -- that's what rock is about.

en National Breast Cancer Awareness Month reminds us all that when it comes to breast cancer, the difference between life and death for many women can be measured in a commitment to mammograms, self-exams, and regular doctor visits.

en To whom he said, This is the rest wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest; and this is the refreshing: yet they would not hear.

en Breast cancer is the second leading cause of death, in terms of cancer, among women. The money from Making Strides goes completely to research and programs designated for breast cancer.


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