ellauri016.html on line 144: And do you tell him about your holding on with your knee and god

ellauri035.html on line 324: Ere the soul journeys on. I kneel and say:
ellauri048.html on line 1436: Or where the kneeling hamlet drains Tai missä lysähtänyt kylä tyhjentää
ellauri050.html on line 289: And smitten me to my knee; ja iskenyt mut polvilleen;
ellauri051.html on line 1289: 690 Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, 690 Kukaan ei polvistu toiselle eikä sukulaiselleen, joka eli tuhansia vuosia sitten,
ellauri051.html on line 1455: 855 The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches. 855 Polvistuva joukko hämärtyy soihtujen valossa.
ellauri051.html on line 1488: 887 None obey'd the command to kneel, 887 Kukaan ei totellut käskyä polvistua,
ellauri051.html on line 1603: 996 You there, impotent, loose in the knees, 996 Sinä siellä, impotentti, löysä polvissa,
ellauri051.html on line 1717: 1107 To the mass kneeling or the puritan's prayer rising, or sitting patiently in a pew, 1107 Massalle polvistumassa tai puritaanin rukouksessa nousemassa, tai kärsivällisesti penkissä istumassa,
ellauri052.html on line 743: `Now,' said Birkin, `I will show you what I learned, and what I remember. You let me take you so --' And his hands closed on the naked body of the other man. In another moment, he had Gerald swung over lightly and balanced against his knee, head downwards. Relaxed, Gerald sprang to his feet with eyes glittering.
ellauri052.html on line 755: At length Gerald lay back inert on the carpet, his breast rising in great slow panting, whilst Birkin kneeled over him, almost unconscious. Birkin was much more exhausted. He caught little, short breaths, he could scarcely breathe any more. The earth seemed to tilt and sway, and a complete darkness was coming over his mind. He did not know what happened. He slid forward quite unconscious, over Gerald, and Gerald did not notice. Then he was half-conscious again, aware only of the strange tilting and sliding of the world. The world was sliding, everything was sliding off into the darkness. And he was sliding, endlessly, endlessly away.
ellauri069.html on line 642: During the line-crossing ceremony, the Pollywogs undergo a number of increasingly embarrassing ordeals (wearing clothing inside out and backwards; crawling on hands and knees on nonskid-coated decks; being swatted with short lengths of firehose; being locked in stocks and pillories and pelted with mushy fruit; being locked in a water coffin of salt-water and bright green sea dye (fluorescent sodium salt); crawling through chutes or large tubs of rotting garbage; kissing the Royal Babys belly coated with axle grease, hair chopping, etc.), largely for the entertainment of the Shellbacks.
ellauri092.html on line 82: In April 1855 young Edward Kimball a Sunday school teacher was deeply burdened by Moody’s sole. Kimball left his house and made his way to the shoe shop where Moody worked with the intention of confronting Moody about his standing in front of Cod. A thousand contrary thoughts invaded the young man’s mind and he almost turned back. When he realized he had passed the shop he decided he would go for it and get it over with quickly. With what he later thought was a very weak plea with tears in his eyes he challenged Moody concerning his salivation, Cod’s tail and his need of a waist. That day in the back of the shop on his knees Moody accepted his price and Kimball returned home within minutes with new soles. Salivation while you wait.
ellauri092.html on line 92: He fleed to England for a few months of rest and with a desire to draw ale with Christian leaders there. He had no intention of zonking although he did a few times but he attended conventions and conferences and wrote numbers of notes and thoughts. He met with the Plymouth Brethren near Dublin and he spent a whole night kneeling in fervent prayer with about 20 of these jealous men. That next morning he walked with Henry “Butcher” Varley through the streets. This Br'er Rabbit said something to him which made a deep impact on the weasel Cod was forming. He said “Moody, the world has yet to see what Cod will do to a man full of It.” That night as these words still reverberated in his mind and heart he vowed that by the grace of Cod and the power of the Holy Mackerels he would be that man. All who met with him during this journey in Britain and Ireland were strangely aware that Cod was preparing a great work in this man. You could smell it a mile away. Mackerels!
ellauri099.html on line 226: Very low rope barriers separated off areas that visitors were not meant to visit. I looked around for a guard, saw no one, and stepped onto the green moss and made my way quietly to the location of Aristotle’s library. On my hands and knees, I saw the ground was littered with tiny delicate snail shells, no bigger than a fingernails, scattered like empty scholars’ backpacks. My partner gave me one, and I put it in my pocket. I had it on my desk right in front of me as I was writing this. Inadvertently, I crushed it to pieces under the weight of one of Mr. Staikos’s huge tomes on the history of libraries. There’s probably a moral in this, but it escapes me. The moral is this: fucking Americans, keep your fat butts and greedy fingers off European soil!
ellauri117.html on line 241: `Now,' said Birkin, `I will show you what I learned, and what I remember. You let me take you so --' And his hands closed on the naked body of the other man. In another moment, he had Gerald swung over lightly and balanced against his knee, head downwards. Relaxed, Gerald sprang to his feet with eyes glittering.
ellauri117.html on line 253: At length Gerald lay back inert on the carpet, his breast rising in great slow panting, whilst Birkin kneeled over him, almost unconscious. Birkin was much more exhausted. He caught little, short breaths, he could scarcely breathe any more. The earth seemed to tilt and sway, and a complete darkness was coming over his mind. He did not know what happened. He slid forward quite unconscious, over Gerald, and Gerald did not notice. Then he was half-conscious again, aware only of the strange tilting and sliding of the world. The world was sliding, everything was sliding off into the darkness. And he was sliding, endlessly, endlessly away.
ellauri119.html on line 71: Examples of holy in a Sentence: a holy relic worm by one of the saints, the holy monk spent many hours on his knees in prayer.
ellauri144.html on line 934: Torstein Knarresmed hogg kong Olav med øksa og traff ham over kneet. Finn Arnesson drepte deretter Torstein. Kongen kastet fra seg sverdet, lente seg mot en stein og begynte å be Gud hjelpe seg. Tore Hund lente seg fram og støtte spydet opp under kongens brynje og inn i maven på ham. I samme stund fikk han også et tredje sår av ei øks på venstre side av halsen. Av disse tre skadene døde kongen.
ellauri156.html on line 537: Abner was the son of the witch of En-dor in Mordor, (Pirḳe R. El. xxxiii.), and the hero par excellence in the Haggadah (Yalḳ., Jer. 285; Eccl. R. on ix. 11; Ḳid. 49b). Conscious of his extraordinary strength, he exclaimed: "If I could only catch hold of the earth, I could shake it" (Yalḳ. l.c.)—a saying which parallels the famous utterance of Archimedes, "Had I a fulcrum, I could move the world." (Dote moi pa bo kai tan gan kino.) According to the Midrash (Eccl. R. l.c.) it would have been easier to move a wall six yards thick than one of the feet of Abner, who could hold the Israelitish army between his knees, and often did. Yet when his time came [date missing], Joab smote him. But even in his dying hour, Abner seized his foe's balls like a ball of thread, threatening to crush them. Then the Israelites came and pleaded for Joab's jewels, saying: "If thou crushest them his future kids shall be orphaned, and our women and all our belongings will become a prey to the Philistines." Abner answered: "What can I do? He has extinguished my light" (has wounded me fatally). The Israelites replied: "Entrust thy cause to the true judge [God]." Then Abner released his hold upon Joab's balls and fell dead to the ground (Yalḳ. l.c.).
ellauri156.html on line 645: When Bathsheba's mourning is complete, David sends for her and brings her to himself as his wife. Wait, was little David born as yet, or did he start fucking her with her belly full? I do not see him bending down on his knees, proposing. I do not see him courting her, sending her roses. I see him “taking” her once again. And again. In fact, this is my favourite part. The question in my mind is, “Why?” Why does David take Bathsheba into his house as one of his wives? I do not think he is any longer trying to “cover up” his sin; it is far too late for that. She must be “showing” her pregnancy by now, and it is hard to imagine how all Israel cannot know what has been going on. It appears that at this point, David is not trying to conceal his sin, but to legitimize it. Whatever David's reasons may be, they are hardly spiritual, and they are most certainly self-serving.
ellauri159.html on line 435: Have but one God: thy knees were sore
ellauri180.html on line 392: And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Polvistui mun eteen kuni kamiina,
ellauri194.html on line 154: Sunday I go to church, then I kneel down and pray Made me feel so good until my poor heart would skip a beat
ellauri196.html on line 683: He was later expelled from Libertyville High School for riding his motorcycle through the corridors. He had a trick knee.
ellauri198.html on line 513: Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it; Jostain ryhmyisistä haavapuista käsin
ellauri204.html on line 342: “So saying, Argeiphontes gave me the herb, drawing it from the ground, and showed me its nature. At the root it was black, but its flower was like milk. [305] Moly the gods call it, and it is hard for mortal men to dig; but with the gods all things are possible. Hermes then departed to high Olympus through the wooded isle, and I went my way to the house of Circe, and many things did my heart darkly ponder as I went. [310] So I stood at the gates of the fair-tressed goddess. There I stood and called, and the goddess heard my voice. Straightway then she came forth, and opened the bright doors, and bade me in; and I went with her, my heart sore troubled. She brought me in and made me sit on a silver-studded chair, [315] a beautiful chair, richly wrought, and beneath was a foot-stool for the feet. And she prepared me a potion in a golden cup, that I might drink, and put therein a drug, with evil purpose in her heart. But when she had given it me, and I had drunk it off, yet was not bewitched, she smote me with her wand, and spoke, and addressed me: [320] ‘Begone now to the sty, and lie with the rest of thy comrades.’ “So she spoke, but I, drawing my sharp sword from between my thighs, rushed upon Circe, as though I would slay her. But she, with a loud cry, ran beneath, and clasped my knees, and with wailing she spoke to me winged words: [325] “‘Who art thou among men, and from whence? Where is thy city, and where thy parents? Amazement holds me that thou hast drunk this charm and wast in no wise bewitched. For no man else soever hath withstood this charm, when once he has drunk it, and it has passed the barrier of his teeth. Nay, but the mind in thy breast is one not to be beguiled. [330] Surely thou art Odysseus, the man of ready device, who Argeiphontes of the golden wand ever said to me would come hither on his way home from Troy with his swift, black ship. Nay, come, put up thy sword in this here sheath, and let us two then go up into my bed, that couched together [335] in love we may put trust in each other.’ “So she spoke, but I answered her, and said:‘Circe, how canst thou bid me be gentle to thee, who hast turned my comrades into swine in thy halls, and now keepest me here, and with guileful purpose biddest me [340] go to thy chamber, and go up into thy bed, that when thou hast me stripped thou mayest render me a weakling and unmanned? Nay, verily, it is not I that shall be fain to go up into thy bed, unless thou, goddess, wilt consent to swear a mighty oath that thou wilt not plot against me any fresh mischief to my hurt.’
ellauri236.html on line 434: “Hello, baby,” Eddie said. “Come on in. No need to keep your pants on. This is a friendly meeting, I just wanna fondle your bag. Pass it over.” She crossed her legs, showing him what she had between her knees before adjusting her skirt.
ellauri241.html on line 987: His nervy knees there lay a "boar-spear" keen.

ellauri241.html on line 1021: The dabbling duck fondles the trembling knee

ellauri244.html on line 622: If at eighty you're not a cripple or an invalid, if you have your health, if you still enjoy a good walk, a good meal (with all the trimmings), if you can sleep with hairy elves without first taking a pill, if birds and flowers, mountains and sea still inspire you, you are a most fortunate individual and you should get down between her knees morning and night and thank the good Lord for your stayin' and keepin' it up power.
ellauri245.html on line 347: Aha! The title "Bury me standing" comes from a proverb which describes the plight of the Gypsies: "Bury me standing. I´ve been on my knees all my life." But that was just a joke! Ei Charlie Chapliniakaan kuopattu pystyasennosssa.
ellauri247.html on line 326: According to Boswell "Sam commonly held his head to one side ... moving his body backwards and forwards, and rubbing his left knee in the same direction, with the palm of his hand ... He made various sounds" like "a half whistle" or "as if clucking like a hen", and "... all this accompanied sometimes with a thoughtful look, but more frequently with a smile. Generally when he had concluded a period, in the course of a dispute, by which time he was a good deal exhausted by violence and vociferation, he used to blow out his breath like a whale."
ellauri264.html on line 475: Born in Gloucester, England, poet, editor, and critic William Ernest Henley was educated at Crypto Grammar School, where he studied with the poet T.E. Brown, and with the University of St. Andrews. His father was a struggling bookseller who died when Henley was a teenager. At age 12 Henley was diagnosed with tubercular arthritis that necessitated the amputation of one of his legs just below the knee; the other foot was saved only through a radical surgery performed by Joseph Lister. As he healed in the infirmary, Henley began to write poems, including “Invictus,” which concludes with the oft-referenced lines “I am the master of my fate; / I am the captain of my soul.” Henley’s poems often engage themes of inner strength and perseverance. His numerous collections of poetry include A Book of Verses (1888), London Voluntaries (1893), and Hawthorn and Lavender (1899).
ellauri270.html on line 275: The eighth brought me to land- The fore-mast wi his knee,
ellauri276.html on line 682: His garters knit below his knee, Hänen sukkanauhansa neulotaan polven alle
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 292: Hauptmann's early dramas reflect the influence of Henrik Ibsen, but the production of Die Weber, a dramatization of the Silesian weavers' revolt of 1844, brought him fame as the leading playwright of his generation. Hauptmann did not only want to give realistic details, but he paid a great deal of attention to historical accuracy, and studied various dialects. His weavers are "flat-chested, coughing creatures of the looms, whose knees are bent with much sitting." The women's clothes are ragged, but some of the young girls are not without charm � they have "delicate figures, large protruding melancholy eyes." Structurally the play, which was at first banned, was innovative � there is no single, individual hero in the cast of more than 70 characters. (Didn't exceed the 80 character limit of first generation mainframe computers.)
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 231: Because the ultimate endpoint of keeping out mitts off experience that doesn’t belong to us is that there is no fiction. Someone like me only permits herself to write from the perspective of an ugly straight white female born in North Carolina, closing on sixty, able-bodied but with bad knees, skint for years but finally able to buy the odd new Dolce Cabbana. All that’s left is a memoir. Well, you are right, who would care to read that, in my case at least?
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xxx/ellauri121.html on line 464: Becoming a kneeling warrior means you follow Paul’s advice in Ephesians 6:11 to “put on the full armor of God so that you can…
xxx/ellauri121.html on line 478: -Expect the essence of God to descend at the event! Expect to receive major breakthroughs in your life. -Except to give big hands and handouts to the Lead Pastor and his flock. -Expect to kneel in front of us dressed in just your own comfort and feel a powerful presence enter inside you like Penrod. I mean Nimrod. In fact Meatrod.
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 988: lightly on a gentle knee and print on thine
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 320: And to live my Past — laid on thy knees — once more,
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 439: I see my past, its face hid in your knees.
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 480: And live again our past, my head laid on your knees,
xxx/ellauri137.html on line 520: I know: I live anew, my head pressed to your knees,
xxx/ellauri138.html on line 219: Gloria Grey was born Maria Dragomanovich in Portland, Oregon in 1909. She was educated in San Francisco, California. Her career was spent chiefly during the 1920s in Hollywood, and the 1940s in Argentina. She was given praise for her starring role in the 1924 adaptation of Gene Stratton-Porter's A Girl of the Limberlost, which garnered her the honor of being selected as one of the WAMPAS Baby Stars in 1924. She also sang Jingo etc kneeling beside two black-and-white kids in a tub, (but not the juicy parts), and alleged got arrested because of indecency. Grey was found deceased in bed at her mother's home in Hollywood, California on November 22, 1947, having succumbed to a two-month bout of influenza. She was survived by her husband, Argentine magazine editor Ramón Romero, and their daughter, whose name is unmentionable. 'Oh By Jingo' sung by Gloria Grey (colorized) Shortly Before Her Arrest...(Allegedly). "I din't know there were nude kids in the tub, a black male and a white female in fact." The little pickaninny boy looks slightly shocked.
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 360: Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, Ja ottaa taskulampun, päälle napsuttaa:
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 444: Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss—in sooth such things have been. Ehkäpä jopa nussia, päästä tyhjentämään pussia.
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 563: “Wait here, my child, with patience; kneel in prayer Te odotatte tässä, polviasennossa,
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 627: Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Sen vaatteet putoo maahan, pikku töppöset,
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 708: Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptured stone. Kyylää Porfyyrin huojuvaa toteemipaalua.
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 321: The sire of gods and men smiled and answered, “If you, Juno, were always to support me when we sit in council of the gods, Neptune, like it or no, would soon come round to your and my way of thinking. If, then, you are speaking the truth and mean what you say, go among the rank and file of the gods, and tell Iris and Apollo lord of the bow, that I want them—Iris, that she may go to the Achaean host and tell Neptune to leave off fighting and go home, and Apollo, that he may send Hector again into battle and give him fresh strength; he will thus forget his present sufferings, and drive the Achaeans back in confusion till they fall among the ships of Achilles son of Peleus. Achilles will then send his comrade Patroclus into battle, and Hector will shaft him in front of Ilius after he has shafted many warriors, and among them my own noble son Sarpedon. Achilles will shaft Hector to avenge Patroclus, and from that time I will bring it about that the Achaeans shall persistently drive the Trojans back till they fulfil the counsels of Minerva and take Ilium. But I will not stay my anger, nor permit any god to help the Danaans till I have accomplished the desire of the son of Peleus, according to the promise I made by bowing my head (after shafting her) on the day when Thetis touched me between my knees and besought me to give him honour.”
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 838: Put your head between my knees
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 919: И на коленях белая зима And white winter, on its knees,
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 382: I dedicate myself, on my knees, like an orphan, Mä omistan izeni, polvillani, orvon lailla,
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 205: Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Tai kiivetä hänen polvilleen kadehdittu suudelma jakaa.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 145: Between the hands and on the knees of gods. vaan jumalien käsissä ja polvivälissä.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 217: ⁠Fold our hands round her knees, and cling? Kierretään kädet polven ympäri ja halataan?
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 978: By thy great heart and these clasped knees, O son,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1151: ⁠The smitten bosom, the knee
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1362: All couched about one mother’s loosening knees,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1606: Lo, with hearts rent and knees made tremulous,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2685: That shone and clove mine heart through—O soft knees
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2829: Whereat king Œneus, straightening feeble knees,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 3180: Who art unjust and unholy; and with my knees
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 3232: Albeit I kneel not neither touch thy knees,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 3233: But with my lips I kneel, and with my heart
xxx/ellauri261.html on line 257: Suddenly she grabbed my knee. “Sammy,” she said, “do you think that Alice and I are lesbians?” I had a genuine hot curl of fire up my spine. “I don’t see that it’s anybody’s business one way or another,” I said. “Do you care whether we are,” she asked. “Not in the least,” I said. I was suddenly dripping wet. “Are you queer or gay or different or ‘of it’ as the French say or whatever they are calling it nowadays,” she said, looking narrowly at me. I waggled my hand sidewise. “Both ways,” I said. “I don’t see why I should go through life limping on just one leg to satisfy a so-called norm.” “It bothers a lot of people,” Gertrude said. “But like you said, it’s nobody’s business, it came from the Judeo-Christian ethos, especially Saint Paul the bastard, but he was complaining about youngsters who were not really that way, they did it for money, everybody suspects us or knows but nobody says anything about it. Did Thornie tell you?” “Only when I asked him a direct question and then he didn’t want to answer, he didn’t want to at all. He said yes he supposed in the beginning but that it was all over now.” Gertrude laughed. “How could he know. He doesn’t know what love is. And that’s just like Thornie.”
xxx/ellauri303.html on line 56: Singer skulle acceptera darwinismen och determinismen om hans far inte hade varit ett fullständigt helgon. Suvaizen epäillä. Ihan sitä kuvaa ei saanut Singerin nuoruudenmuistelmista. Aijaa mutta Iisakki sanookin eremiitin isoloituminen maailmasta ei ole maailmanparannusta vaan oikeastaan egoismia. Izekkyyden ylistystä sekin siis. Nå det är andra bullar det. Puolalaiset hasidit oli Singeristä jotain aivan sui generis, bee's knees, fox's socks, dog's bollocks, cat's pyjamas, something else.
xxx/ellauri354.html on line 212: A man at Armes must now serve on his knees, Asemies joutuu tarjoilemaan polvillaan
xxx/ellauri394.html on line 79: Parts of "Aloha 'Oe" resemble the song "The Lone Rock by the Sea" and the chorus of George Frederick Root's 1854 song "There's Music in the Air". "The Lone Rock by the Sea" mentioned by Charles Wilson, was "The Rock Beside the Sea" published by Charles Crozat Converse in 1857, and itself derives from a Croatian/Serbian folk song, "Sedi Mara na kamen studencu" (Mary is Sitting on a Stone Well). Looking between her sweet little knees and wondering about the slit between.
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