A Quote by Euripides

'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore. — © Euripides
'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.

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'Twas strange that one so young should thus concern His brain about the action of the sky; If you think 'twas philosophy that this did, I can't help thinking puberty assisted.
Twas in heaven pronounced - it was muttered in hell, / And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; / On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, / And the depth of the ocean its presence confessed. / Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower, / Ah, breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour.
'Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.
England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again. 'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.
I had been hungry all the years- My noon had come, to dine- I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. 'Twas this on tables I had seen When turning, hungry, lone, I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread, 'Twas so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature's diningroom. The plenty hurt me, 'twas so new,-- Myself felt ill and odd, As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road. Nor was I hungry; so I found That hunger was a way Of persons outside windows, The entering takes away.
To let a fool kiss you is bad...To let a kiss fool you is worse. 'Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.
Twas the night before Thanksgiving.
Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
We met, 'twas in a crowd, and I thought he would shun me.
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whiskey.
That's best Which God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting, 'Twas only when he was off, he was acting.
What the morrow's years might bring 'twas sin for man to know.
Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
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