Becuase I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality
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Because I could not stop for Death -- He kindly stopped for me -- The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd immortality.
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English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.
We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horsefull carriage or a strapfull gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, ruly or peccable? And where are all those people who ARE spring chickens or who would actually hurt a fly?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
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As to Don Juan, confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?
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Because I could not stop for Death— He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Ourselves— And Immortality.
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Keep five yards from a carriage, ten yards from a horse, and a hundred yards from an elephant; but the distance one should keep from a wicked man cannot be measured.
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We went to Central Park in a horse-drawn carriage. We had this huge suite of rooms at The Plaza Hotel, with a TV in each room, and we had radios with earpieces. This was too far out.
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Becuase I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality
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. . . .When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone, and of good cheer - say traveling in a carriage, or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep - it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best, and most abundantly. Whence and how they come, I know not, nor can I force them...
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Among the New Hollanders whom we were thus engaged with, there was one who by his appearance and carriage, as well in the morning as this afternoon, seemed to be the chief of them, and a kind of prince or captain among them.
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Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just
Ourselves And Immortality.
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A person may be indebted for a nose or an eye, for a graceful carriage or a voluble discourse, to a great-aunt or uncle, whose existence he has scarcely heard of.
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Blinkin: Oh if only your mother were here. Robin: She's dead? Blinkin: Oh, she died of phemonia while,while you were away. Robin: My brothers? Blinkin: Killed by the plague Robin: My dog Pongo? Blinkin: Hit by a carriage. Robin: My goldfish Goldie? Blinkin: Eaten by the cat. Robin: My cat? Blinkin: Choked on the goldfish. Oh isn't it great to be home, master Robin?
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Nobody outside of a baby carriage or a judge's chamber believes in an unprejudiced point of view.
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When I am...traveling in a carriage, or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep; it is on such occasions that ideas flow best and most abundantly.
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It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught, as men take diseases, one from another; therefore, let all take heed as to the society in which they mingle, for in a little while they will be like it.
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That the townspeople might better see him, the President was persuaded to leave his carriage by the inducement that the ladies wished to get a...
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Keep five yards from a carriage, ten yards from a horse, and a hundred yards from an elephant but the distance one should keep from a wicked man cannot be measured.
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In many walks of life, a conscience is a more expensive encumbrance than a wife or a carriage.
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Love and marriage, love and marriage Go together like a horse and carriage...
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Gossip needs no carriage.
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She said she had no money and refused to move from the carriage.
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The community of living is the carriage of the Lord.
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