Quotes about scold, page 3
Christmas-Eve
I.
OUT of the little chapel I burst
Into the fresh night air again.
I had waited a good five minutes first
In the doorway, to escape the rain
That drove in gusts down the common’s centre,
At the edge of which the chapel stands,
Before I plucked up heart to enter:
Heaven knows how many sorts of hands
Reached past me, groping for the latch
Of the inner door that hung on catch,
More obstinate the more they fumbled,
Till, giving way at last with a scold
Of the crazy hinge, in squeezed or tumbled
One sheep more to the rest in fold,
And left me irresolute, standing sentry
In the sheepfold’s lath-and-plaster entry,
Four feet long by two feet wide,
Partitioned off from the vast inside—
I blocked up half of it at least.
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poem by Robert Browning
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The Victories Of Love. Book II
I
From Jane To Her Mother
Thank Heaven, the burthens on the heart
Are not half known till they depart!
Although I long'd, for many a year,
To love with love that casts out fear,
My Frederick's kindness frighten'd me,
And heaven seem'd less far off than he;
And in my fancy I would trace
A lady with an angel's face,
That made devotion simply debt,
Till sick with envy and regret,
And wicked grief that God should e'er
Make women, and not make them fair.
That he might love me more because
Another in his memory was,
And that my indigence might be
To him what Baby's was to me,
The chief of charms, who could have thought?
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poem by Coventry Patmore
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Canto the First
I
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
The age discovers he is not the true one;
Of such as these I should not care to vaunt,
I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan—
We all have seen him, in the pantomime,
Sent to the devil somewhat ere his time.
II
Vernon, the butcher Cumberland, Wolfe, Hawke,
Prince Ferdinand, Granby, Burgoyne, Keppel, Howe,
Evil and good, have had their tithe of talk,
And fill'd their sign posts then, like Wellesley now;
Each in their turn like Banquo's monarchs stalk,
Followers of fame, "nine farrow" of that sow:
France, too, had Buonaparté and Dumourier
Recorded in the Moniteur and Courier.
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poem by Byron from Don Juan (1824)
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Women encourage men to be childish, then scold them.
quote by Mason Cooley
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Fans will praise you, scold you, and offer helpful advice. Fans will also defend you.
quote by Charley Pride
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Crush me
Crush me
Curse me
If
I am wrong.
If
I have done
Any harm
To anybody
Scold me
Smash me.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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My father and I have a very good relationship. We always got along. But I always scold him.
quote by Amy Sedaris
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Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.
quote by Pearl S. Buck
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Be considerate
Hit not one where it hurts most;
Scold not one where it wounds deep.
It is like buying revenge.
It is like selling your peace.
01.08.08
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The writer has to force himself to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn't go to his desk at all there is nobody to scold him.
quote by Roald Dahl
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