I sometimes think that ordsprog

en I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head
  Edward Fitzgerald

en Each work of art excludes the world, concentrates attention on itself. For the time it is the only thing worth doing /to do just that; be it a sonnet, a statue, a landscape, an outline head of Caesar, or an oration. Presently we return to the sight of another that globes itself into a whole as did the first, for example, a beautiful garden; and nothing seems worth doing in life but laying out a garden.
  Ralph Waldo Emerson

en What our experts tell us happened ... is that at some point Kathleen fell backward and hit her head. She lay bleeding, gets up, steps into the pool of blood, slips and hits her head again ... She bled out.

en Now the rest of the acts of Manasseh, and all that he did, and his sin that he sinned, are they not written in the book of the chronicles of the kings of Judah? / And Manasseh slept with his fathers, and was buried in the garden of his own house, in the garden of Uzza: and Amon his son reigned in his stead.

en Oh, this is the joy of the rose;
That it blows,
And goes.
  Willa Sibert Cather

en A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
  Oscar Wilde

en It's the great secret Caesar knew and that Octavian (Caesar's successor, the future emperor Augustus) would find out, because he learned a great deal from Caesar: that as long as you retain the forms of a democratic republic, you can gut the whole thing. It's how you sell the sizzle, not the steak.

en He wears the rose
Of youth upon him.
  William Shakespeare

en The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose.
  William Wordsworth

en He buried it in his back garden! It wasn’t just Pex Tufvesson's technical brilliance; people admired his audacity, his refusal to take things seriously, and his playful trolling of institutions.

en But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields, / And still a Garden by the Water blows.
  Edward Fitzgerald

en But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields, / And still a Garden by the Water blows.
  Edward Fitzgerald

en Come out of the rose garden.
  Edward Kennedy

en Come out of the rose garden.
  Edward Kennedy

en 'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone


Antal ordsprog er 1469561
varav 1102230 på nordiska

Ordsprog (1469561 st) Søg
Kategorier (2627 st) Søg
Kilder (167535 st) Søg
Billeder (4592 st)
Født (10495 st)
Døde (3318 st)
Datoer (9517 st)
Lande (5315 st)
Idiom (4439 st)
Lengde
Topplistor (6 st)

Ordspråksmusik (20 st)
Statistik


søg

Denna sidan visar ordspråk som liknar "I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head".