Moscow, breathing fire like a human volcano with its smouldering lava of passion, ambition and politics, its hurly- burly of meeti...ngs and entertainment.... Moscow seethes and bubbles and gasps for air. It's always thirsting for something new, the newest events, the latest sensation. Everyone wants to be the first to know. It's the rhythm of life today.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The diary of your hurly-burly years goes to my shelf to wait for my age to pass.... Only in this hoarded span will love persevere. Whether you are pretty or not, I outlive you, bend down my strange face to yours and forgive you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To face the garment of rebellion With some fine color that may please the eye... Of fickle changelings and poor discontents. Which gape and rub the elbow at the news Of hurly-burly innovation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
1st Witch. When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?... 2nd Witch. When the hurly-burly's done, When the battle's lost and won. 3rd Witch. That will be ere set of sun. 1st Witch. Where the place? 2nd Witch. Upon the heath. 3rd Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... when a great burly six feet of masculinity with sloping shoulders and unkempt beard swaggers in, and, throwing a roll of tobac...co into one corner of his jaw, growls out at me over the paper I am reading, "Here gurl," (I am past thirty) "you better git out 'n dis kyar 'f yer don't, I'll put yer out"Mmy mental annotation is Here's an American citizen who has been badly trained. He is sadly lacking in both "sweetness" and "light" ...LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He was a tough, burly thick-headed gentleman, with a loud voice, a pompous manner, a tolerable command of sentences with no meanin...g in them, and, in short, every requisite for a very good member indeed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?... When the hurly-burly's done, When the battle's lost and won.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tilting up his nose, He inhaled the rancid rosin, burly smells... Of dampened lumber, emanations blown From warehouse doors, the gustiness of ropes, Decays of sacks, and all the arrant stinks That helped him round his rude æsthetic out.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »