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I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool. By Anne Bishop Tersa Weaver Liar Fool

Sept.17 (1780). When we call loudly thro' the speaking-trumpet to Timothy ( the tortoise), he does not seem to regard the noise. Sept.18. Timothy eats heartily. Oct.3. No ring-ouzels seen this autumn yet. Timothy very dull. By Sylvia Townsend Warner Timothy Thro Tortoise Noise Call

Timon will to the woods, where he shall findTh' unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.The gods confound - hear me, you good gods all -Th' Athenians both within and out that wall!And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow To the whole race of mankind, high and low!Amen. By William Shakespeare Amen Athenians Timon Gods Woods

A 'T' for Tess, a 'T' for Toby. By C.j. Duggan Tess Toby

If hindrances ong>oong>bstruct the way, Thy magnanimity display. And let thy strength be seen: But O, if Fong>oong>rtune fill thy sail With mong>oong>re than a prong>oong>pitiong>oong>us gale, Take half thy canvas in. By William Cowper Oong Thy Ong Bstruct Display

Wotan of Walhalla, By Joan Wehlen Morrison Walhalla Wotan

Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you everytelling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it. By James Joyce Kennet Told Everytelling Taling

You cannot punch Tegan in th face, you cannot punch Tegan in the face, I kelp repeating over and over in my head. It had basically been my mantra since I started here, but it was getting harder and harder to uphold. By Amanda Hocking Tegan Punch Face Head Kelp

He gave them what they demanded of him, he obeyed the command, but not sullenly or diffidently, and not in shame. Rooted in the land of his fathers, standing before the home of his family he looked towards the sun and let a name burst forth from his soul.'Tigana!' he cried that all should hear. All of them, everyone in the square. And again, louder yet: 'Tigana!' And then a third, a last time, at the very summit of his voice, with pride, with love, with a lasting, unredeemed defiance of the heart.'TIGANA!'Through the square that cry rang, along the streets, up to the windows where people watched, over the roofs of houses running westward to the sea or eastward to the temples, and far beyond all of these a sound, a name, a hurled sorrow in the brightness of the air. By Guy Gavriel Kay Tigana Command Diffidently Shame Gave

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie! By Robert Burns Wee Sleekit Cowrin Timrous Beastieo

TIMON Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,Here, take: the gods out of my miseryHave sent thee treasure. Go, live rich and happy;But thus condition'd: thou shalt build from men;Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,But let the famish'd flesh slide from the bone,Ere thou relieve the beggar; give to dogsWhat thou deny'st to men; let prisons swallow 'em,Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men likeblasted woods,And may diseases lick up their false bloods!And so farewell and thrive.FLAVIUS O, let me stay,And comfort you, my master.TIMON If thou hatest curses,Stay not; fly, whilst thou art blest and free:Ne'er see thou man, and let me ne'er see thee. By William Shakespeare Timon Thou Thee Tis Neer

Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings? By John Keats Hear Workings Hum Mighty

by Rebecca 0 minutes ago" Tink's titties!" Jenks from any of Kim Harrison's books on The Hollows. (aka Cincinnati,OH) reply | edit | delete | flag * By Kim Harrison Rebecca Tink Minutes Ago Titties

My childhood name that my father gave me, my mother, my grandmother, grandfather, family and friends all call me T.I.P. By T.i. Grandfather Mother Grandmother Family Childhood

T'is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone. By Thomas Moore Left Summer Rose Blooming

fierce tea makingin time of war, By Geoffrey Hill Fierce War Tea Makingin Time

Karina and Tho-orn, sitting in a tree-ee. Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee. By John Flanagan Thoorn Karina Sitting Treeee

Here lies awretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:Seek not my name: a plague consume you wickedcaitiffs left!Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and staynot here thy gait. By William Shakespeare Timon Seek Alive Pass Thy

What's ong>onong> your shirt?" she asked suddenly. "Darth Vader," I answered briskly. For someong>onong>e who held me in such obvious cong>onong>tempt, she asked a lot of questiong>onong>s. "So you're a Trekkie." This was a statement rather than a questiong>onong>. I cringed. "Not exactly." "I think Star Trek is silly." "Not By James Ramos Onong Ong Shirt Suddenly Darth

Shh," he said. "Look.""Where?""Can't you see'um?" he whispered. "All the Terabithians standing on tiptoe to see you.""Me?""Shh, yes. There's a rumor going around that the beautiful girl arrving today might be the queen they've been waiting for. By Katherine Paterson Shh Look Terabithians Seeum Whispered

Throgh me men gon into that blysful placeOf hertes hele and dedly woundes cure;Thorgh me men gon unto the welle of grace,There grene and lusty May shal evere endure.This is the wey to al good aventure.Be glad, thow redere, and thy sorwe of-caste;Al open am I - passe in, and sped thee faste!''Thorgh me men gon,' than spak that other side,'Unto the mortal strokes of the spereOf which Disdayn and Daunger is the gyde,There nevere tre shal fruyt ne leves bere.This strem yow ledeth to the sorweful wereThere as the fish in prisoun is al drye;The'eschewing is only the remedye! By Geoffrey Chaucer Men Thorgh Gon Theeschewing Shal

I have learned tong>oong> regard fame as a will-ong>oong>-wisp. By L. Frank Baum Oong Wisp Tong Regard Willong

Song>oong>me long>oong>ve tong>oong> rong>oong>am ong>oong>'er the dark sea's fong>oong>am, Where the shrill winds whistle free. By Charles Mackay Oong Song Rong Long Tong

Tchitcherine: "You mean thiophosphate, don't you?" Thinks indicating the presence of sulfur ... Wimpe: "I mean theophosphate, Vaslav," indicating the Presence of God. By Thomas Pynchon Tchitcherine Presence Thiophosphate Vaslav Indicating

Tut, Tut, looks like rain By A.a. Milne Tut Rain

In the Fukien province of China, the Dutch learned the word tay, which means "tea" in the local dialect, and with this sound it was introduced to Europe. In fact, in Ireland and England it was pronounced tay until the start of the eighteenth century, after which the word was derived to tee and then tea - as we know it today. By Francis Amalfi China Europe Fukien Dutch Tea

I'm a bit of a 'Throny,' as I think the 'Game of Thrones' fans refer to themselves. By Nathalie Emmanuel Throny Game Thrones Bit Fans

If you intend to speak a vain word, replace it with a tasbih. By Abdullah Ibn Mubarak Word Replace Tasbih Intend Speak

Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen ... By Natalie Clifford Barney Tea Drinks Hyphen Perfume Connecting

Whither thou goest... By Neil Gaiman Goest Thou

psychologist Timothy By Malcolm Gladwell Timothy Psychologist

If twang isn't what I do, I don't know what is. By George Strait Twang

Tae be yersel an tae mak that worth beinNae harder job tae mortals has been gien By Hugh Mcdiarmid Tae Gien Yersel Mak Worth

Tsze-kung asked, "What do you think of me?" The Master said, "You are a pot." "What sort of pot?" "A precious ritual vase. By Confucius Tszekung Asked Pot Master Vase

This sucks the hind teat. By Patricia Grasso Teat Sucks Hind

I'm a poor man, your majesty," the Hatter began in a weak voice, "and I hadn't but just begun my tea, not more than a week or so, and what with the bread and butter so thin - and the twinkling of the tea-""The twinkling of what?" asked the King."It began with the tea," the Hatter said."Of course twinkling begins with a T!" said the King. "Do you take me for a dunce? By Lewis Carroll Tea Hatter Twinkling King King

I am known by many names, but you may call me...Tim. By Graham Chapman Tim Call

Whence has come thy lasting power. By William Edward Hartpole Lecky Power Thy Lasting

You don't speak much, do you?" ter Borcht said, circling him slowly.Fittingly, Fang said nothing.Vhy do you let a girl be de leader?" ter Borcht asked, a calculating look in his eye.She's the tough one," Fang said.Dang right, I thought proudly.Is dere anysing special about you?" asked ter Borcht. "Anysing vorth saving?"Fang pretended to think, gazing up at the ceiling. "Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica. By James Patterson Borcht Fang Ter Asked Anysing

Through the Thou a person becomes I. By Martin Buber Thou Person

The Tylwyth Teg were immortal beings, but the burden of living for endless millennia was often tedium. It was one reason that the Fair Ones tended to play terrible pranks upon mortals. Like bored children, they sprang upon the unwary, seeking diversion. So it had been when a weary Celtic warrior turned reluctant gladiator had fought his way to freedom at last. Wounded and near death, pursued by his former captors, he'd blundered straight into the territory of the Tylwyth Teg in the steep hills northwest of Isca Silurum ... . By Dani Harper Tylwyth Teg Tedium Immortal Burden

Such watering pots,' Lord Ragsdale commented as he handed each of them ahandkerchief, then pressed a third to his eye. 'See here, you have set me a bad example.' He grinned at Tim. 'But I will practice economy and cry out of only one eye. By Carla Kelly Lord Ragsdale Pots Ahandkerchief Eye

Liong>onong> emits a low whistle as he spots Bo entering his fifth-period Journalism class. 'What happened to your face?'Bo touches it tenderly and smiles. 'Nothing ... 'This wasn't your Dad.'Bo smiles again. 'No. My dad leaves bruises ong>onong> the inside. By Chris Crutcher Journalism Liong Onong Emits Class

Carrying little Kunta in his strong arms, he walked to the edge of the village, lifted his baby up with his face to the heavens, and said softly, "Fend kiling dorong leh warrata ka iteh tee." (Behold - the only thing greater than yourself.) By Alex Haley Fend Kunta Carrying Arms Village

Howbeit, though no scholar, I am not one of those who misuse the English speech, and, being foolishly led by the hasty custom of scriveners and printers to write the letters "T" and "H" joined together, which resembleth a "Y," do incontinently jump to the conclusion the THE is pronounced "Ye,"the like of which I never heard in all England. By Bret Harte England English Scholar Speech Letters

I take leave of Prome and her towering god, Shwa Lan-dau, at whose base I have been laboring with the kindest intentions for the last three months and a half. Too firmly founded art thou to be overthrown at present; but the children of those who now plaster thee with gold will yet pull thee down, nor leave one brick upon another. By Adoniram Judson Shwa Landau Prome God Half

The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks. By William Blake Threshed Husks Stars Souls

Trus, is a word that has to be earned. By Patty Smith Trus Earned Word

But hail thong>oong>u Gong>oong>ddess sage and hong>oong>ly, Hail, divinest Melanchong>oong>ly, Whong>oong>se saintly visage is tong>oong>ong>oong> bright Tong>oong> hit the sense ong>oong>f human sight, And therefong>oong>re tong>oong> ong>oong>ur weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdong>oong>m's hue. By John Milton Oong Tong Ong Hail Whong

Tut!' I said. 'What did you say?' 'I said "Tut!"' 'Say it once again, and I'll biff you where you stand. I've enough to endure without being tutted at. By P.g. Wodehouse Tut Stand Biff Endure Tutted

Timon: I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands. By William Shakespeare Timon Thee Hands Beat Infect

Your Seer needs my help to do somethin' she can't. To join the ti-bon-age, mend the seams she ripped herself."Link didn't understand either. "T-bone what? What kinda steak are we talkin' about here? By Kami Garcia Seer Somethin Link Tbone Mend

Thank you for tearing Tim into small Tim bits. By Patricia Briggs Tim Bits Tearing Small

Why are yong>oong>u cast dong>oong>wn, O my song>oong>ul, and why are yong>oong>u in turmong>oong>il within me? b Hong>oong>pe in Gong>oong>d; fong>oong>r I shall again praise him, my salvationg>oong>n and my Gong>oong>d. By Anonymous Oong Yong Gong Dong Song

Please don't tell him we stole it," Passalos begged. "He isn't nice at all!" "Who is he?" Jason asked. "What god?" "I - I can't say," Passalos stammered. "You'd better," Leo warned. "No," Passalos said miserably. "I mean, I really can't say. I can't pronounce it! Tr - trong>trtrong>i - It's too hard!" "Truh," Akmon said. "Tru-toh - Too many syllables! By Rick Riordan Passalos Begged Stole Truh Leo

I arise tong>oong> day ... In the name ong>oong>f Silence / Wong>oong>mb ong>oong>f the Wong>oong>rd, / In the name ong>oong>f Stillness / Hong>oong>me ong>oong>f Belong>oong>nging, / In the name ong>oong>f the Song>oong>litude / ong>oong>f the Song>oong>ul and the Earth By John O'donohue Oong Ong Song Wong Day

The present life ong>oong>f man upong>oong>n earth, O King, seems tong>oong> me in cong>oong>mparisong>oong>n with that time which is unknong>oong>wn tong>oong> us like the swift flight ong>oong>f a sparrong>oong>w throng>oong>ugh the mead-hall where yong>oong>u sit at supper in winter, with yong>oong>ur Ealdong>oong>rmen and thanes, while the fire blazes in the midst and the hall is warmed, but the wintry stong>oong>rms ong>oong>f rain ong>oong>r snong>oong>w are raging abrong>oong>ad. The sparrong>oong>w, flying in at ong>oong>ne dong>oong>ong>oong>r and immediately ong>oong>ut at anong>oong>ther, whilst he is within, is safe frong>oong>m the wintry tempest, but after a shong>oong>rt space ong>oong>f fair weather, he immediately vanishes ong>oong>ut ong>oong>f yong>oong>ur sight, passing frong>oong>m winter tong>oong> winter again. Song>oong> this life ong>oong>f man appears fong>oong>r a little while, but ong>oong>f what is tong>oong> fong>oong>llong>oong>w ong>oong>r what went befong>oong>re we knong>oong>w nong>oong>thing at all. By Bede Oong Ong Tong King Ealdong

Stop busting my balls, Soren. I'm out of tea. By James S.a. Corey Soren Stop Balls Busting Tea

Timshel - thou mayest By John Steinbeck Timshel Thou Mayest

T-E-A-M stands for together everyone achieves more. By Gary Busey Stands Achieves

Like a butcher sharpening knife ong>onong> knife I sharpen heart ong>onong> heart inside me. By Yehuda Amichai Onong Ong Knife Heart Butcher

Meanwhile, in the throng>rorong>ne rong>rorong>om, Rhea threw an Oscar-worthy tantrum. She screamed and stomped her feet and called Krong>rorong>nos all kinds of unflattering names. "RO-O-CCCKY!" she wailed. "NO-O-O-O-O-O-O! By Rick Riordan Rorong Rhea Oscarworthy Throng Rong

Tut-tut, it looks like rain. By A.a. Milne Tuttut Rain

Erin's throat closed up a little. "We slept together after knowing each other for three hours," she whispered."Why are you whispering? There's no one here but us.""Because it sounds much tawdrier when I say it out loud.""Tawdrier?" He clapped his hand over his mouth to try to stifle a laugh.Erin punched him in the arm. "It's a high-dollar word for sleazy. By Jenny Lyn Erin Throat Closed Tawdrier Hours

I'm layin' fuckin' claim to you, Tegen, every single fuckin' part of you, right the fuck now.""You can't have any part of me!" I cried, trying to turn my head but his grip on my hair was too tight. Grunting, he yanked my head backward, forcing me to look up at him. "Wrong," he growled. "I've always had you. Only difference is now, I'm takin' you. By Madeline Sheehan Tegen Fuckin Part Layin Claim

What made something>ngng> precious? Losing>ngng> it and finding>ngng> it. By Celeste Ng Ngng Precious Made Losing Finding

Know thy sacred soul By Lailah Gifty Akita Soul Thy Sacred

Hong>oong>w wretched are the minds ong>oong>f men, and hong>oong>w blind their understandings.[Lat., O miseras hong>oong>minum menteis! ong>oong>h, pectong>oong>ra caeca!] By Lucretius Oong Hong Lat Ong Pectong

O Long>oong>rd gives us strength tong>oong> dong>oong> yong>oong>ur will. By Lailah Gifty Akita Oong Long Dong Yong Tong

Japanese tea ceremony, By Sheryl Berk Japanese Ceremony Tea

So this is my Pathetic Loser's confession: I am Oren Tenning, and I have fallen. Hard. By Linda Kage Tenning Pathetic Loser Oren Confession

O you gods, what a number of men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood; and all the madness is, he cheers them up too. I wonder men dare trust themselves with men: Methinks they should invite them without knives; Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.There's much example for't; the fellow that sits next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; By William Shakespeare Timon Gods Men Man Number

Oh for the sweet humpin' love of Tink! ~ Jenks By Kim Harrison Tink Jenks Humpin Love Sweet

Tas pulled himself up over the porch railing with the skill of a burglar. The kender slipped over to the door and peered up and down the bridge-walk. Seeing no one on it, he motioned to the others. Then he studied the lock and smiled to himself in satisfaction. The kender slid something out of one of his pouches. Within seconds, the door of Tika's house swung open. "Come in," he said, playing host. By Margaret Weis Tas Burglar Pulled Porch Railing

Thurst [thrust] out nature with a croche [crook], yet woll she styll runne back agayne. By Richard Taverner Thurst Thrust Crook Croche Agayne

There's not the smallestrong>ststrong> orb which thou behold'strong>ststrong>But in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls,But whilstrong>ststrong> this muddy vestrong>ststrong>ure of decayDoth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it. By William Shakespeare Ststrong Smallestrong Orb Beholdstrong Quiring

I'm like this yo-yo with a three-thousand-mile string." - Tai By Jennifer Baker String Tai Yoyo

Tsze-kung wished to dispense with the sacrifice of a sheep for the New Moon ceremony. The Master said, "You love the sheep; I love the ceremony. By Confucius Moon Ceremony Tszekung Sheep Wished

Thich Nhat Hanh is one of the greatest teachers of our time. He reaches from the heights of insight down to the deepest places of the absolutely ordinary. By Robert Thurman Nhat Hanh Thich Time Greatest

The influenza has busted me a good deal; I have no spring; and am headachy. So as my good Red Lion Counter begged me for another Butcher's BoyI turned me to- what thinkest 'outo Tushery, by the mass! Ay, friend, a whole tale of tushery. And every tusher tushes me so free, that may I be tushed if the whole thing is worth a tush. The Black Arrow: A Tale of Tunstall Forest is his name: tush! a poor thing! By Robert Louis Stevenson Tushery Deal Spring Headachy Good

And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche. By Geoffrey Chaucer Gladly Lerne Teche Wolde

This club's no place for you, tibby," he had told her with gruff fondness. "You has to stay away from a milling cove like me, and find some rum cull to marry.""Papa," she had begged, stammering desperately, "d-don't send me back there. Pl-please, please let me stay with you.""Little tangle-tongue, you belong with the Maybricks. And no use to hop the twig and run back here. I'll only send you off again. By Lisa Kleypas Tibby Fondness Papa Club Place

Wi' basket oft shoo walks abroad To some poor lonely elf; To ivery one shoo knaws t' reight way At's poorer nor(2) herself. Shoo niverr speyks o' what shoo gives, Kind, gentle-hearted sowl; I' charity her hands find wark, Shoo's good alike to all. By Frederic William Moorman Shoo Basket Elf Reight Kind

Whatever is, is in its causes just;But purblind manSees but a part ong>oong>' th' chain; the nearest link;His eyes nong>oong>t carrying tong>oong> that equal beamThat pong>oong>ises all abong>oong>ve. By John Dryden Oong Chain Ong Link Nong

Sameron adion asoI shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow By Theocritus Sameron Tomorrow Adion Asoi Sing

So spake the Son, and into terrour chang'd His count'nance too severe to be beheld And full of wrauth bent on his Enemies. By John Milton Son Enemies Spake Terrour Chang

For hevene myghte nat holden it, so was it hevy of hymself,Til it hadde of the erthe eten his fille.And whan it hadde of this fold flessh and blood taken,Was nevere leef upon lynde lighter therafter,And portatif and persaunt as the point of a nedle,That myghte noon armure it lette ne none heighe walles.Forthi is love ledere of the Lordes folk of hevene,And a meene, as the mair is, [inmiddes] the kyng and the commune. By William Langland Hadde Myghte Inmiddes Lordes Meene

Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so, And spedde as wel in love as men now do. By Geoffrey Chaucer Withinne Hem Eek Yeer Prys

A piercing satire, a pong>oong>ignant family drama and an investigationg>oong>n ong>oong>f the cong>oong>mpeting claims ong>oong>f hong>oong>nesty, long>oong>yalty, ambitiong>oong>n and long>oong>ve. By A.o. Scott Oong Ong Long Nesty Yalty

Til that the brighte sonne loste his hewe; For th'orisonte hath reft the sonne his lyght; This is as muche to seye as it was nyght! By Geoffrey Chaucer Til Hewe Lyght Nyght Sonne

That thou seest, that thou beest. By Emma Curtis Hopkins Thou Seest Beest

Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour By Walter De La Mare Lovely Hour Thy Things

Weaned frong>oong>m all passing fancies, let my song>oong>ul praise Yong>oong>u, O Gong>oong>d, Creatong>oong>r ong>oong>f all. Yong>oong>u did nong>oong>t allong>oong>w my song>oong>ul tong>oong> remain attached tong>oong> cong>oong>rruptible things with the glue ong>oong>f long>oong>ve, attached tong>oong> what my senses find pleasing. Fong>oong>r things we are attached tong>oong> gong>oong> where they will, then they cease, leaving the long>oong>ver tong>oong>rn with cong>oong>rrupted long>oong>ngings. By Augustine Of Hippo Oong Tong Creatong Yong Gong

Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont. By George Herbert Griefe Goest Wont

Die in winter woods," roared Tarin, as if it were his mostfervent wish. He was losing it again. Since being caught, hehad seen a boy with no balls or toes, a finger had been in hisass twice, he'd been cooked, made to wear clothes, walked onwinter-lake stuff, wasted his gift, was going to have his toothpulled out and - scat - and he was being laughed at. By Syd Mcginley Tarin Die Woods Roared Winter

Your silent thoug>gg>hts are like the roots of a plant. They remain hidden in the dark recesses of the earth, but from them stems the whole plantits life and form, its streng>gg>th and beauty. From them and throug>gg>h them the plant lives and dies. So, too, your thoug>gg>hts, althoug>gg>h hidden, are your real, vital force. By Lawrence G. Lovasik Thoug Hts Silent Roots Plant

There's meaning in thy snores. By William Shakespeare Snores Meaning Thy

The Universal Turtle VerseI spend the day nibbling rent-freeUnderneath the Giving Tree.Me, Rirty Dat and Snerry JakeShow Runny Babbit how to makeUp verses. Then I lug my hump(Careful not to bump the Glump)Into the woods to trade a wordWith the argle-bargle bird:Nuthatch wisely recommends,Find out where the sidewalk ends. By J. Patrick Lewis Rirty Universal Turtle Giving Dat

I thawt I thaw a putty tat." "I did, I did thee a putty tat" Finished with his Tweety Bird imitation, he grinned unpleasantly at me. "Now, then, luv, let's get down to business By Jeaniene Frost Tat Putty Thawt Thaw Finished

Hungry wailing standeth not aloof. By Aeschylus Hungry Aloof Wailing Standeth