Quotes about barn, page 2
Off the Turnpike
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.
I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye.
Yes, it's all over.
All my things is packed
An' every last one o' them boxes
Is on Bradley's team
Bein' hauled over to th' depot.
No, I ain't goin' back agin.
I'm stoppin' over to French's fer to-night,
And goin' down first train in th' mornin'.
Yes, it do seem kinder queer
Not to be goin' to see Cherry's Orchard no more,
But Land Sakes! When a change's comin',
Why, I al'ays say it can't come too quick.
Now, that's real kind o' you,
Your doughnuts is always so tasty.
Yes, I'm goin' to Chicago,
To my niece,
She's married to a fine man, hardware business,
An' doin' real well, she tells me.
[...] Read more
poem by Amy Lowell
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Red Barn
There was once...
a red barn..
And there
was nothing in
it.
All there was
in the red
barn was just
hay.
And that was all
there was in
there.
The poor red barn
was on its own.
Nobody owns it.
So the red barn
[...] Read more
poem by Lisa Parks
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Barn Jesus i en Krybbe laae
Barn Jesus i en Krybbe laae,
Skjøndt Himlen var hans Eie;
Hans Pude her blev Hø og Straa,
Mørkt var det om hans Leie!
Men Stjernen over Huset stod,
Og Oxen kyssed' Barnets Fod,
Halleluja, Barn Jesus!
Hver sorgfuld Sjæl, bliv karsk og glad,
Ryst af din tunge Smerte,
Et Barn er født i Davids Stad,
Til Trøst for hvert et Hjerte;
Til Barnet vil vi stige ind,
Og blive Børn i Sjæl og Sind.
Halleluja, Barn Jesus!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
De fattige Børn paa Gaden
Barn Jesus i en Krybbe laae,
Skjøndt Himlen var hans Eie;
Hans Pude her blev Hø og Straa,
Mørk var det om hans Leie!
Men Stjernen over Huset stod,
Og Oxen kyssed' Barnets Fod,
Halleluja, Barn Jesus!
Hver sorgfuld Sjæl, bliv karsk og glad,
Ryst af din tunge Smerte,
Et Barn er født i Davids Stad,
Til Trøst for hvert et Hjerte;
Til Barnet vil vi stige ind,
Og blive Børn i Sjæl og Sind.
Halleluja, Barn Jesus!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Angel In The Barn
It’s hot, by God! - in Warranar,
It’s hot, too hot by far,
The sun leers down from a barren sky
To scorch the where-you-are!
The ground is hard, burnt dry within,
The snakes curl up and die,
And trees take on a crippled shape
As birds fall out of the sky!
The farm is dead, six months a year,
Brown earth and endless dust,
It never rains! Why do we stay?
Despair says that we must!
One night I lay all bathed in sweat,
A hot wind seared the plain,
I seemed to hear some scraping sound,
Then thought: ‘Could this be rain? ’
[...] Read more
poem by David Lewis Paget
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Casebook Of Oliver Cyriax - Case 1# The Burning Bush (Part 1)
I knocked on his front door
half expecting a weary face
when it opened to greet me.
Instead, Oliver smiled
with a small twinkle in his eyes.
He guided me through to his study,
cluttered in the corners with artefacts
kept as souvenirs from previous cases.
He gestured me to have a seat,
then lifted his briar pipe off the mantle piece,
lit it and then made himself comfortable
in the armchair by the fire.
He looked at me through a cloud of smoke
that billowed from his pipe.
Now Mr Rogers I guess you have read in the newspapers
about the Burning Bush at Little Pebblebury.
Some think it is a religious phenomenon,
while others say it is a warning
and that we should all take heed.
Upon reading the story,
[...] Read more
poem by David Harris
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Whole Lotta Shakin Goin On
(words & music by dave williams - sunny david)
I said come on over baby,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
Yeah I said come on over baby,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
Well we aint fakin,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
Mmm, I said come on over baby,
We got chicken in the barn
Whose barn, what barn, my barn
Come on over baby,
We got the bull by the horns
Yeah, we aint fakin,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
Well, I said shake baby, shake
I said shake, baby shake now
I said shake it baby, shake it
I said shake it baby, shake
We aint fakin,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
[...] Read more
song performed by Elvis Presley
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Whole Lotta Shakin Goin On
Come over baby whole lot of shakin goin on
Yes I said come over baby baby you cant go wrong
We aint faken it whole lot of shakin goin on
Well I said come over baby we got chicken in the boarder
Oooh... huh.. come over baby baby got move a little harder
We aint faken it whole lot of shakin goin on
Well I said shake baby shake
I said shake baby shake
I said shake it baby shake it
I said shake baby shake
Come on over whole lot of shakin goin on
Ahhhhh lets go
Well I said come over baby we got chicken in the
Barn hoose barn what barn my barn
Come over baby better got to move along
We aint fake it whole lot of shakin goin on
Easy now shake it ahhhh... shake it babe
Yeah.... you can shake one time for me
Well I said come over baby whole lot of shakin goin on
Now lets get real low one time now shake baby shake
[...] Read more
song performed by Cliff Richard
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 09
'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennes
In a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.
Of erthe and eyr is it maad, medled togideres,
With wynd and with water wittily enjoyned.
Kynde hath closed therinne craftily withalle
A lemman that he loveth lik to hymselve.
Anima she hatte; [to hir hath envye]
A proud prikere of Fraunce, Princeps huius mundi,
And wolde wynne hire awey with wiles and he myghte.
'Ac Kynde knoweth this wel and kepeth hire the bettre,
And hath doon hire with Sire Dowel, Duc of thise marches.
Dobet is hire damyselle, Sire Doweles doughter,
To serven this Iady leelly bothe late and rathe.
Dobest is above bothe, a bisshopes peere;
That he bit moot be do - he [bidd]eth hem alle.
[By his leryng] is lad [that lady Anima].
'Ac the Constable of that castel, that kepeth [hem alle],
Is a wis knyght withalle - Sire Inwit he hatte,
And hath fyve faire sones by his firste wyve
Sire Se-wel, and Sey-wel, and Here-wel the hende,
[...] Read more
poem by William Langland
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Ved Juletid i Nizza
Nu er det den deilige Juletid,
Deiligst dog hjemme i Norden;
Sneen ligger der skinnende hvid,
Stjernerne blinke som i Jesu Tid,
Julelys sees rundt om Jorden.
Aaret ender med Børnenes Fest;
Ret være Barn er dog allerbedst,
Barn i Hjerte og Barn i Handling,
Skee saa i Gud den store Forvandling
Til større Prøvelse, Glæde og — Vee!
Nytaar! Hvad ruller Du op at see? -
Herre! Det Bedste: Din Villie skee!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!