As in an icicle the agnostic abides alone. The vital principle is taken out of all endeavor for improving himself or bettering his... fellows. All hope in the grand possibilities of life are blasted.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now folks, I hereby declare the first church of Tombstone, which ain't got no name yet or no preacher either, officially dedicated.... Now I don't pretend to be no preacher, but I've read the Good Book from cover to cover and back again, and I nary found one word agin dancin'. So we'll commence by havin' a dad blasted good dance.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Man with lantern: Who are you? Captain: The Flying Cloud. 220 days out of New York and 50 days trying to find your blasted ha...rbor. Man with lantern: Nobody asked you to come. Captain: Got anything in this hog-end of the world except fog? Man with lantern: Sure, we've got gold, fountains of gold.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your... voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself young?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All you've got is the word of a fool dog. It's been my experience that a bloodhound is the foolishest dog that is. I don't remembe...r of anybody ever keeping a bloodhound for a yard dog. They're such dad blasted fools.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The salt person and blasted place I furnish with the meat of a fable;... If the dead starve, their stomachs turn to tumble An upright man in the antipodes Or spray-based and rock-chested sea: Over the past table I repeat this present grace.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Summoning a child's voice from a webfoot stone, Never never oh never to regret the bugle I wore... On my cleaving arm as I blasted in a wave. Now shown and mostly bare I would lie down, Lie down, like down and live As quiet as a bone.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Separating ourselves from the crowd, we walked up a narrow street, thence ascended by some wooden steps, called the Break-neck Sta...irs, into another steep, narrow, and zigzag street, blasted through the rock, which last led through a low, massive stone portal, called Prescott Gate, the principal thoroughfare into the Upper Town. This passage was defended by cannon, with a guard-house over it, a sentinel at his post, and other soldiers at hand ready to relieve him. I rubbed my eyes to be sure that I was in the Nineteenth Century, and was not entering one of those portals which sometimes adorn the frontispieces of new editions of old black-letter volumes. I thought it would be a good place to read Froissart's Chronicles. It was such a reminiscence of the Middle Ages as Scott's novels. Men apparently dwelt there for security! Peace be unto them! As if the inhabitants of New York were to go over to Castle William to live! What a place it must be to bring up children!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A ward, and still in bonds, one day I stole abroad;... It was high spring, and all the way Primrosed and hung with shade; Yet was it frost within, And surly winds Blasted my infant buds, and sin Like clouds eclipsed my mind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »