But that story of ours about the prophet Jonah is far more incredible — more incredible because more marvellous, and more marvellous because a greater exhibition of power. But in the heart of every man Terror was lying still.
But take down one target then another and another and the score increases. There was no lock on her bedroom door.
But if purity be nothing better than these, why should the body be perilled that it may be preserved? Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard.
The audience would never suspect that Ross himself along with Bosie was involved in a scandal only shortly before the trials which, had it not been covered up, could have ruined Wilde just as surely and completely.
So material a difference does it make, not what ills are suffered, but what kind of man suffers them. By his own example, in fact, he taught that the gods do not secure the temporal happiness of their worshippers; since he himself, who was devoted to their worship, as both conquered in battle and taken prisoner, and then, because he refused to act in violation of the oath he had sworn by them, was tortured and put to death by a new, and hitherto unheard of, and all too horrible kind of punishment.
At last I saw the shadowed bars Like a lattice wrought in lead, Move right across the whitewashed wall That faced my three-plank bed, And I knew that somewhere in the world God's dreadful dawn was red.
In the places consecrated to Christwhere for His sake no enemy would injure them, they restrained their tongues that they might be safe and protected; but no sooner do they emerge from these sanctuaries, than they unbridle these tongues to hurl against Him curses full of hate.
He walked amongst the Trial Men In a suit of shabby grey; A cricket cap was on his head, And his step seemed light and gay; But I never saw a man who looked So wistfully at the day. What was really at stake for Ross was not posthumous ownership of Oscar Wilde, it was absolution.
So, like things of stone in a valley lone, Quiet we sat and dumb: All through the night we knelt and prayed, Mad mourners of a corse! The brackish water that we drink Creeps with a loathsome slime, And the bitter bread they weigh in scales Is full of chalk and lime, And Sleep will not lie down, but walks Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. But even their own philosophers have despised a careful burial; and often whole armies have fought and fallen for their earthly country without caring to inquire whether they would be left exposed on the field of battle, or become the food of wild beasts.
And it is reasonably enough made a question, whether we are to esteem it to have been in compliance with a command of God that Jephthah killed his daughter, because she met him when he had vowed that he would sacrifice to God whatever first met him as he returned victorious from battle.
And the eye that watches through the door Is pitiless and hard: Lord Alfred Douglas was self-centered enough to believe that anyone who did anything that affected him negatively had done it to him.Investigators say Martin, whose home address is located less than a block from where the shooting occurred, did not have permission to enter the home.
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