Oh, that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me; when his lamp shone over my head, and by his lig...ht I walked through darkness; when I was in my prime, when the friendship of God was upon my tent; when the Almighty was still with me, when my children were around me; when my steps were washed with milk, and the rock poured out for me streams of oil! When I went out to the gate of the city, when I took my seat in the square, the young men saw me and withdrew, and the aged rose up and stood...LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black ...as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl, his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So when Pilate saw that he could do nothing, but rather that a riot was beginning, he took some water and washed his hands before ...the crowd, saying, "I am innocent of this man's blood; see to it yourselves."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and in the Spirit of our God.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Desert rains are usually so definitely demarked that the story of the man who washed his hands in the edge of an Arizona thunder s...hower without wetting his cuffs seems almost credible.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am cold in this cold house this house Whose washed echoes are tremulous down lost halls.... I am a woman, and dusty, standing among new affairs. I am a woman who hurries through her prayers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now Kitty, let's consider who it was that dreamed it all. This is a serious question, my dear, and you should not go on licking yo...ur paw like that--as if Dinah hadn't washed you this morning! You see, Kitty, it must have been either me or the Red King.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Spindly branches of buttercups were secreted among gleaming stems still moist at the roots from last night's rain that had washed ...and refreshed the entire wood, had dowered it in poignant transparency, the unique, inconsolable quality of rainy countries, as if all was glimpsed through tears.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If we have largely forgotten the physical discomforts of the itching, oppressive garments of the past ... then we have mercifully ...forgotten, too, the smells of the past, the domestic odours--ill-washed flesh; infrequently changed underwear; chamber-pots; slop-pails; inadequately plumbed privies; rotting food; unattended teeth; and the streets are no fresher than indoors, the omnipresent acridity of horse piss and dung, drains, the sudden stench of old death from butchers' shops, the amniotic horror of the fishmonger.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »