Bein darkmans then, bouse, mort and ken, / the bien coue's bingd a wast: / On chates to trine, by Rome-coues dine, / for his long lib at last.
One ally of the Deputy Prime Minister said: This is blue-sky thinking, but it is strictly for the birds. It is going to cost billions.
This is blue-sky thinking, but it is strictly for the birds. It is going to cost billions.
It is well we should be reverent in their presence and homesick for them — but a thousand homesicknesses cannot put up what Carlyle called my own four walls.
my own four walls
And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage / Until the golden circuit on my head, / Like to the glorious sun’s transparent beams, / Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
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