Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom nor forced him wander, but confine him home.
I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed.
My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery.
Strafford who was hurried hence / 'Twixt treason and convenience.
The astrologer who spells the stars, mistakes his globes, and in her bright eye interprets heaven's physiognomies.
The marigold, whose courtier's face echoes the sun, and doth unlace her at his rise, at his full stop packs and shuts up her gaudy shop.
This raw clip of Palmetto Pointe will give anyone goose bumps, because it has a dynamite cast and tight line of talent from other hit shows,
We come down to play with each other. We'll play on the porch or in the parking lot. We just want to meet bands and play together.
Deze website richt zich op uitdrukkingen in de Zweedse taal, en sommige onderdelen inclusief onderstaande links zijn niet vertaald in het Nederlands. Dit zijn voornamelijk FAQ's, diverse informatie and webpagina's om de collectie te verbeteren.
Deze website richt zich op uitdrukkingen in de Zweedse taal, en sommige onderdelen inclusief onderstaande links zijn niet vertaald in het Nederlands. Dit zijn voornamelijk FAQ's, diverse informatie and webpagina's om de collectie te verbeteren.