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It was in the days when France's power was already broken upon the seas, and when more of her three-deckers lay rotting in the Medway than were to be found in Brest harbour. But her frigates and corvettes still scoured the ocean, closely followed ever by those of her rival. At the uttermost ends of the earth these dainty vessels, with sweet names of girls or of flowers, mangled and shattered each other for the honour of the four yards of bunting which flapped from the end of their gaffs.

In 1957, “West Side Story” had introduced the musical to the reckless dark side of teen-age life; “Bye Bye Birdie,” set in Sweet Apple, Ohio, where the citizens apparently dress mostly in chartreuse, mauve, orange, periwinkle, and turquoise, was a walk on the bright side.

A dollar won is twice as sweet as a dollar earned.

If you lived in London, where the whole system is one of false good-fellowship, and you may know a man for twenty years without finding out that he hates you like poison, you would soon have your eyes opened. There we do unkind things in a kind way: we say bitter things in a sweet voice: we always give our friends chloroform when we tear them to pieces.

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

Two of my favorite things are sitting on my front porch smoking a pipe of sweet hemp, and playing my Hohner harmonica.

For each thorn, there's a rosebud... For each twilight - a dawn... For each trial - the strength to carry on, For each storm cloud - a rainbow... For each shadow - the sun... For each parting - sweet memories when sorrow is done.

The honey is guarded by bees.. The rose has thorns.. To enjoy the sweet & beautiful you can NOT be cowardly.

What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away?

You've got a movie where the pro-choice family gives their daughter no choice. The pro-life family murders. What seems to be the good mother, the kind of hippie painter, sweet and cute mother has no love for her daughter really.

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose._x000D__x000D_For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!_x000D__x000D_You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled._x000D__x000D_Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring_x000D__x000D_The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.

By cool Siloam's shady rill_x000D__x000D_How sweet the lily grows!_x000D__x000D_How sweet the breath beneath the hill_x000D__x000D_Of Sharon's dewy rose!

Thus with the year_x000D__x000D_Seasons return, but not to me returns_x000D__x000D_Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn,_x000D__x000D_Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose,_x000D__x000D_Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.

Yet, O thou beautiful rose!_x000D__x000D_Queen rose so fair and sweet._x000D__x000D_What were lover or crown to thee,_x000D__x000D_without the clay at thy feet?

O rose, who dares to name thee?_x000D__x000D_No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,_x000D__x000D_But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,_x000D__x000D_Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.

Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower.

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.