From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I.
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When a damp/ Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand/ The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew/ Soul-animating strains - alas, too few!
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Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide!
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I had it all, and I blew it. (shortly before dying from cancer and other complications of alcoholism)
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''Fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.
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A friend of mine described it this way: When they were born it was like a meteor landed in our house and blew everything apart. We had to just put all the pieces back.
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Revelation 11:15:
The seventh angel sounded his trumpet, and there were loud voices in heaven, which said: 'The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Messiah, and he will reign for ever and ever.'
(NIV)
The seventh angel then blew [his] trumpet, and there were mighty voices in heaven, shouting, The dominion (kingdom, sovereignty, rule) of the world has now come into the possession and become the kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ (the Messiah), and He shall reign forever and ever (for the eternities of the eternities)! [Ps. 22:28; Dan. 7:13, 14, 27.](AMP)
And the seventh angel sounded; and there were great voices in heaven, saying, The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of his Christ; and he shall reign for ever and ever.
(KJV)
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Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.
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I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures...
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We completely missed the boat on CD-read/write drives, ... We completely blew this one.
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