ellauri109.html on line 689: A Poem, in Three Parts (1687) is an allegory in heroic couplets by John Dryden. At some 2600 lines it is much the longest of Dryden's poems, translations excepted, and perhaps the most mind-numbing. Luckily, no one has repeated it.
ellauri111.html on line 357: Luckily, the Lord Jesus Christ SHED HIS BLOOD on your sins. He is perfect. He is way more than simply past, he is pluperfect. But he is future too, futurum exactum to be exact. He will have been here a second time. He specifically came to this earth from Mars or Venus as a man to die in your place. He is God manifested in the flesh. (Except the other bearded guy is still sitting up there watching it all happen, don't ask us how, asking stupid questions is not good for you.) . He came down here to save you from the GUILT of past sins and from the POWER of sin over your life. (Pay attention to the capitals, we capitalize stuff that is of capital importance.)
ellauri142.html on line 266: Alexander sanoo esipuheessa: I have a sad and serious duty to fulfil. Apparently Wilhelm had just joined his ancestors (or theirs). Luckily professor Franz Bopp offered assistance. Wilhelm kävi kirjeenvaihtoa myös A.W.v.Schegelin, Colonel Pickeringin, ja Champollionin kaa (loput nimet oli mulle n.h.). Wilhelmillä oli attraktiivinen Tegel Castle lentokentän lähellä, jossa se herrasteli loppupeleissä perheensä kera.
ellauri150.html on line 469: Despite his victory, Ben-Hur is despondent about his family and his former friend One-Leg Messiah. Later, Esther witnesses the arrest of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. Ben-Hur and Esther witness a bruised and beaten Jesus being forced to carry his cross through the streets. Mirroring his first encounter with Jesus, Ben-Hur tries to offer Jesus water but is beaten to it by a Roman soldier. Following Jesus' crucifixion, a rainstorm occurs, thanx to Esther. Naomi and Tirzah are miraculously healed by rainwater containing the pee of Esther, and Sheik Ilderim pays a king's ransom to set them free. Despite his anger, Ben-Hur finds the strength in his heart to forgive One-Leg Messiah and is reconciled with him and his family. Together, Två-Ben-Hur, his mother, sister, Esther, and One-Leg Messiah accompany Sheik Ilderim's Ford Caravan as they leave Jerusalem on to new adventures. Luckily, One-Leg Messias had avoided the fate of Moby "No Dick" Ahasverus.
ellauri226.html on line 116: Dave is full of breathless switchbacks. You’re always veering giddily from fleeting exaltations (the joy of motion, the wildness of the landscape, the generosity of a peasant) to tedious exasperations (almost everything else). Luckily he had his wife along, the formidable Frieda (he refers to her as “the Q.B.,” for queen bee - Kuningatar! Eskin valtiatar on sekin vanhemmiten aika formidable), whose shrewd affirmations provided a foil for his grumbling discontents. Lawrence found the city “all bibs and bobs" . . . rather bare, rather stark, much of the city was levelled by Allied bombs, and it has not exactly been lovingly restored. “They pour themselves one over the other,” Lawrence sniffed of the Italians, “like so much melted butter over parsnips.” Lawrence ize preferoi tankeampia kelttijuurikkaita.
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 276: I worry that the clamorous world of identity politics is also undermining the very causes its activists claim to back. As a fiction writer, yeah, I do sometimes make my narrator an Armenian. But that’s only by way of a start. Merely being Armenian is not to have a character as I understand the word. I need to add a whole host of racial prejudices to fatten him out. Luckily I didn't need to do that with my bro.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 581: Luckily, I found some, and like to share them with you:
xxx/ellauri167.html on line 440: In August 1798, George Washington received a letter as well as a copy of John Robison’s Proofs of a Conspiracy from George Snyder. This led to a brief exchange between the two men. Luckily the insect-looking Historians were on the ball and wrote them down.
xxx/ellauri202.html on line 268: Putin doesn't have a plan B because at 70 years old there is not enough time for a plan B. Luckily I am way younger.
xxx/ellauri298.html on line 211: identity. Luckily, I still had my handgun and credit card!
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