Fondare 578 Risultati per: Home
First milk, then butter thou mayst have for the wringing; blow thy nose lustily, and blood shall flow at last; how then canst thou press thy quarrel home, and no strife come of it? (Proverbs 30, 33)
Sadness, a home for the wise man’s thoughts, mirth for the fool’s. (Ecclesiastes 7, 5)
Whatever lies in thy power, do while do it thou canst; there will be no doing, no scheming, no wisdom or skill left to thee in the grave, that soon shall be thy home. (Ecclesiastes 9, 10)
Fear upon every height, terrors on the road; almond-blossom matched for whiteness; the grasshopper’s weight a burden now; the spiced food untasted!✻ Man is for his everlasting home, and already the mourners are astir in the streets. (Ecclesiastes 12, 5)
Sharp goads they are to sting us, sharp nails driven deep home, these wise words left to us by many masters, but all echoing one shepherd’s voice. (Ecclesiastes 12, 11)
At home, the flowers have begun to blossom; pruning-time has come; we can hear the turtle-dove cooing already, there at home. (Song of Solomon 2, 12)
How fair thou art, my true love, how fair!✻ Eyes soft as dove’s eyes, half-seen behind thy veil; hair that clusters thick as the flocks of goats, when they come home from the Galaad hills; (Song of Solomon 4, 1)
Till the day grows cool, and the shadows long, myrrh-scented mountain and incense-breathing hill shall be my home. (Song of Solomon 4, 6)
Turn thy eyes away, that so unman me! Hair dazzling as the goats have, when they come flocking home from the Galaad hills; (Song of Solomon 6, 4)
The mandrakes, what scent they give! Over the door at home there are fruits of every sort a-drying; I put them by, new and old, for my true love to eat. (Song of Solomon 7, 13)
never yet did wisdom find her way into the schemer’s heart, never yet made her home in a life mortgaged to sin. (Wisdom of Solomon 1, 4)
Her, then, I would take to myself, to share my home; to be my counsellor in prosperity, my solace in anxiety and grief. (Wisdom of Solomon 8, 9)
