Prancing Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
nothing-like-bit-the-best-times-before-prancing-around-on-stage
prancing-around-on-stage-is-not-entire-purpose-my-life-grace-slick
the-mist-hung-in-air-like-prancing-unicorn-graham-joyce
it-was-all-men-there-i-was-prancing-around-in-gowns-that-barely-got-past-censors
there-is-no-frigate-like-a-book-to-take-us-lands-away-nor-any-coursers-like-a-page-of-prancing-poetry
prancing-around-with-marshmallowss-on-your-nipples-does-not-constitute-living-your-life-fully-lauren-myracle
the-joy-smile-even-one-child-is-worth-more-than-prancing-intellects-thousand-men-bryant-mcgill
there-is-something-about-riding-down-street-on-prancing-horse-that-makes-you-feel-like-something-even-when-you-aint-thing-will-rogers
the-joy-smile-even-one-child-is-worth-more-than-prancing-intellects-thousand-men-bryant-h-mcgill
you-might-be-rock-roll-addict-prancing-on-stage-you-might-have-drugs-at-your-command-women-in-cage-bob-dylan
as-actress-one-perks-is-having-access-to-ridiculously-expensive-clothing-prancing-around-on-red-carpet-who-wouldnt-want-to-have-fun-with-that
think-it-as-life-experience-i-mumbled-isnt-your-dad-always-saying-we-need-more-that-i-dont-think-prancing-around-pj-jamiesons-pool-in-our-underwear-is-exactly-what-he-had-in-mind
technically-dance-worked-best-when-done-naked-but-i-didnt-feel-like-prancing-in-nude-into-morrigan-hounds-arms-im-sure-hed-be-thrilled-to-see-me-ilona-andrews
i-spent-two-weeks-prancing-around-studio-in-queens-in-my-underwear-with-nine-other-guys-they-were-long-days-but-what-hell-it-was-calvin-klein-michael-bergin
if-youre-kid-at-secondary-comprehensive-in-north-london-as-i-was-in-seventies-prancing-around-doing-acting-being-luvvie-wasnt-really-good-idea-steve-mcfadden
there-is-no-frigate-like-book-to-take-us-lands-away-nor-any-coursers-like-page-of-prancing-poetry-this-traverse-may-poorest-take-without-oppress-toll-how-frugal-is-chariot-that-b
the-joy-smile-even-one-child-is-worth-more-than-prancing-intellects-thousand-men-for-we-are-that-we-might-have-joy-be-free-bryant-mcgill
were-off-to-forroacute-for-dancing-in-minutes-were-prancing-to-vip-room-were-back-on-floor-in-half-beat-then-back-out-on-street-i-lost-my-perfume-luciana-souza
jingle-bell-jingle-bell-jingle-bell-rock-jingle-bells-chime-in-jingle-bell-time-dancing-prancing-in-jingle-bell-square-in-frosty-ai-harold-melvin-the-blue-notes
Once to swim I sought the sea-side, There to sport among the billows; With the stone of many colors Sank poor Aino to the bottom Of the deep and boundless blue-sea, Like a pretty son-bird, perished. Never come a-fishing, father, To the borders of these waters, Never during all thy life-time, As thou lovest daughter Aino. Mother dear, I sought the sea-side, There to sport among the billows; With the stone of many colors, Sank poor Aino to the bottom Of the deep and boundless blue-sea, Like a pretty song-bird perished. Never mix thy bread, dear mother, With the blue-sea's foam and waters, Never during all thy life-time, As thou lovest daughter Aino. Brother dear, I sought the sea-side, There to sport among the billows; With the stone of many colors Sank poor Aino to the bottom Of the deep and boundless blue-sea, Like a pretty song-bird perished. Never bring thy prancing war-horse, Never bring thy royal racer, Never bring thy steeds to water, To the borders of the blue-sea, Never during all thy life-time, As thou lovest sister Aino. Sister dear, I sought the sea-side, There to sport among the billows; With the stone of many colors Sank poor Aino to the bottom Of the deep and boundless blue-sea, Like a pretty song-bird perished. Never come to lave thine eyelids In this rolling wave and sea-foam, Never during all thy life-time, As thou lovest sister Aino. All the waters in the blue-sea Shall be blood of Aino's body; All the fish that swim these waters Shall be Aino's flesh forever; All the willows on the sea-side Shall be Aino's ribs hereafter; All the sea-grass on the margin Will have grown from Aino's tresses.

Elias Le¶nnrot
once-to-swim-i-sought-seaside-there-to-sport-among-billows-with-stone-many-colors-sank-poor-aino-to-bottom-of-deep-boundless-bluesea-like-pretty-sonbird-perished-never-come-fishi
In good truth he had started in London with some vague idea that as his life in it would not be of long continuance, the pace at which he elected to travel would be of little consequence; but the years since his first entry into the Metropolis were now piled one on top of another, his youth was behind him, his chances of longevity, spite of the way he had striven to injure his constitution, quite as good as ever. He had come to that period of existence, to that narrow strip of tableland, whence the ascent of youth and the descent of age are equally discernible - when, simply because he has lived for so many years, it strikes a man as possible he may have to live for just as many more, with the ability for hard work gone, with the boon companions scattered, with the capacity for enjoying convivial meetings a mere memory, with small means perhaps, with no bright hopes, with the pomp and the circumstance and the fairy carriages, and the glamour which youth flings over earthly objects, faded away like the pageant of yesterday, while the dreary ceremony of living has to be gone through today and tomorrow and the morrow after, as though the gay cavalcade and the martial music, and the glittering helmets and the prancing steeds were still accompanying the wayfarer to his journey's end. Ah! my friends, there comes a moment when we must all leave the coach with its four bright bays, its pleasant outside freight, its cheery company, its guard who blows the horn so merrily through villages and along lonely country roads. Long before we reach that final stage, where the black business claims us for its own speecial property, we have to bid goodbye to all easy, thoughtless journeying and betake ourselves, with what zest we may, to traversing the common of reality. There is no royal road across it that ever I heard of. From the king on his throne to the laborer who vaguely imagines what manner of being a king is, we have all to tramp across that desert at one period of our lives, at all events; and that period is usually when, as I have said, a man starts to find the hopes, and the strength, and the buoyancy of youth left behind, while years and years of life lie stretching out before him. The coach he has travelled by drops him here. There is no appeal, there is no help; therefore, let him take off his hat and wish the new passengers good speed without either envy or repining. Behld, he has had his turn, and let whosoever will, mount on the box-seat of life again, and tip the coachman and handle the ribbons - he shall take that journey no more, no more for ever. ("The Banshee's Warning")

Charlotte Riddell
in-good-truth-he-had-started-in-london-with-some-vague-idea-that-as-his-life-in-it-would-not-be-long-continuance-pace-at-which-he-elected-to-travel-would-be-little-consequence-bu
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too- And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight- 'Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Clement C. Moore
twas-night-before-christmas-when-all-through-house-not-creature-was-stirring-not-even-mouse-the-stockings-were-hung-by-chimney-with-care-in-hopes-that-st-nicholas-soon-would-be-t
?Earn cash when you save a quote by clicking
EARNED Load...
LEVEL : Load...