ellauri061.html on line 302: First Clown How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her Spede 1 Miten se voi olla, paizi jos se hukuttautui izepuolustuxexi?
ellauri061.html on line 308: is, to act, to do, to perform: argal, she drowned suorittaa; eliskä, se hukuttautui tahalteen.
ellauri069.html on line 167: 471.30 drowned Becket
ellauri095.html on line 508: This potential for a new sacramental poetry was first realized by Hopkins in The Wreck of the Deutschland. Hopkins recalled that when he read about the wreck of the German ship Deutschland off the coast of England it “made a deep impression on me, more than any other wreck or accident I ever read of,” a statement made all the more impressive when we consider the number of shipwrecks he must have discussed with his father. Hopkins wrote about this particular disaster at the suggestion of Fr. James Jones, Rector of St. Beuno’s College, where Hopkins studied theology from 1874 to 1877. Hopkins recalled that “What I had written I burnt before I became a Jesuit and resolved to write no more, as not belonging to my profession, unless it were by the wish of my superiors; so for seven years I wrote nothing but two or three little presentation pieces which occasion called for [presumably ‘Rosa Mystica’ and ‘Ad Mariam’]. But when in the winter of ’75 the Deutschland was wrecked in the mouth of the Thames and five Franciscan nuns, exiles from Germany by the Falck Laws, aboard of her were drowned I was affected by the account and happening to say so to my rector he said that he wished someone would write a poem on the subject. On this hint I set to work and, though my hand was out at first, produced one. I had long had haunting my ear the echo of a new rhythm which now I realized on paper.”
ellauri095.html on line 510: The result is an ode of thirty-five eight-line stanzas, divided into two parts. The first part, consisting of ten stanzas, is autobiographical, recalling how God touched the speaker in his own life. The second begins with seven stanzas dramatizing newspaper accounts of the wreck. Then fourteen stanzas narrow the focus to a single passenger, the tallest of the five nuns who drowned. She was heard to call on Christ before her death. The last four stanzas address God directly and culminate in a call for the conversion of England.
ellauri140.html on line 766: And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe Ja tulee Morfeuxen luoxe, joka tuhisee
ellauri140.html on line 919: Whiles you in carelesse sleepe are drowned quight. Senaikaa kun sä olet huolettomasti umpiunessa.
ellauri164.html on line 370: I thought this was one of those books that comes with a “guarantee.” But of course there is no such thing. Still, I’d read only glowing reviews and boy was I ready for a “triumphant experience.” But on p. 26 I couldn’t make heads or tails of what I was really reading about. On p. 54 the voice of the innocent and well-meaning young priest began to irk the shit out of me. On p. 55 I skipped ahead to see if anything would ever actually happen to dilute all the fluffy introspection and it didn’t look promising. On p. 64 I took the kitty to the well and drowned it.
ellauri189.html on line 114: It becomes clear that the apparent benevolence of the wojewoda was only a ruse to lure away the defenders from Maria’s home. During their absence his brigands, disguised as revellers (taking part in a kulig, a sort of carnival cortege of the szlachta moving about the countryside), had raided the house, carried Maria away and drowned her in a pond. Her dead body was found by the tenants and servants who had left it on the bed before they went in pursuit of the perpetrators of the crime. And so “Wacław loses in one moment everything on the world,/ Happiness, virtue, respect for his fellow-men and brothers” (“I tak Wacław od razu wszystko w świecie traci:/ Szczęście, cnotę, szacunek dla ludzi, swych braci”). It is suggested that in the “dark and dreary wood of human feelings” (“W tym
ellauri254.html on line 405: Fyodor and Anastasia would stay at the apartment on Razyezzhaya ulitsa until 1916, when – after several years of constant touring for the sake of a series of lectures – Sologub settled again and returned with his wife to Vasilievsky Island. The final move of his life would come in the weeks after his wife’s suicide in 1921, upon which Sologub took an apartment on the Zhdanovskaya Embankment, close to Tuchkov bridge from which his wife had jumped and drowned.
ellauri284.html on line 209: General Beyers perished a traitor-in-arms, drowned in the Vaal, while hotly pursued and trying to cross the flooded river with some of his men. They were fired on, and Beyers fell from his horse but caught hold of the tail of another, but was soon seen in difficulties and calling for help. Before the fighting was over, General Beyers had diappeared under water. No one came to help.
ellauri323.html on line 131: The further she went West—millionaire Edelweiss had loaned her his private car—the lovelier her time was. Chicago drowned the echoes of New York; final Frisco dwarfed the headlines of Chicago. Like one of its own prairie-flies, she swept the country from end to end. Then she swept back, and sailed for England. She was to return for a second season in the coming Fall. At present, she was, as I have said, “resting.”
ellauri384.html on line 214: For me, the reason is because those things are fundamentally hard to believe. If I told you that I had a unicorn friend named Gary, and that Gary had created the universe, and that he was my own personal special friend, and Gary loved me, and Gary was going to take me and everybody I care about to a magic kingdom in the clouds called “Sallbach” where everybody gets a flying pony, but if you don’t love Gary and accept him as your best, most special friend, then he’s going to send you to a place called “Moplach” where you will be drowned in molasses, not only would have have a hard time believing in Sallbach and Moplach…
xxx/ellauri086.html on line 234: The same questions could be asked about drinking beer, or wine, or eating pork, or…the list goes on. The fact is that it is a fallen world and that there are no perfect Christians. None are perfect but they are forgiven. Even eating pork is forgiven although it is expressly forbidden in the Word. Pig breeders bleed horses and mainline the blood into pigs to get them into heat in unison. Jesus sent a bunch of demons into a flock of pigs who ran into lake Kinnereth and drowned. It was a-okay, because it was him that did it. Why the demons begged to be allowed to enter the swine is unclear from the account.
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