They landed on a wharf, and went through an unswept
, deeply-rutted lane up to the main street of Lyvern.
She took no notice of the unswept
condition of the rooms and indulged in no explanations nor apologies.
Maybe we should sell every game as "The End Of An Era" or as "Our First At Our New home" (maybe leaving brick dust unswept
, and a few nut and bolts around the place too?
The disgusting mess of unswept
streets (none were cleaned last week) and litter covering the green area of Gabalfa Avenue, the areas at the rear of the shops, particularly the Spar shop, the disgusting mess that is always outside the Master Gunner pub.
Best animation: The Unswept
Floor - Jane Hubbard and Maureen O'Kane
No, we won't" + Nurse Tate's runt + nuts, a stunt + Olwen's new lot + Ossian, Anais' sot, + pews, nun, unswept
+ radical "acid art" + ragged "egg art" + Roper's selfless report + salt, at last, + savannas, Anna, vast + Sidon, O monodist, + Sig, O logologist, + Silas's "A" list + Simone, no "mist" + sin, Eilat alienist, + solenoids Dione lost + sudsy Lily's dust + , sugar, a gust +, sullen Nel, lust + Wendel's sled newt + Alf's sad ass, flat, +, Arden, a maned rat + Avar Clive's evil cravat +, Ava, Vilas's saliva vat + Cats' rife first act +, Ella Mae, a mallet + felsite my metis left + inky Dee's seedy knit + , Irwin, Amos's Omani writ + "Lebanon" on a belt + Nan, ever a revenant, +Nat and Ed natant + Nat's old lost ant + Ned or a rodent + "Net no clams, malcontent
However, a second naval assault was then launched employing 10 warships on 18 March, in which heavy Turkish artillery and unswept
mines sank four Allied warships and severely damaged several others.
The buildings were shabby, the floors unswept
and the toilets filthy.
you see who are fittest to interpret, and I presume you believe God hath aboundantly supplyed mee: I doe not boast of it, but I speake it to his glory that hath vouchsafed to take up his Lodging in so vile, contemptible, unswept
, unwashed, ungarnished a Roome as is this unworthy Cottage of mine.
But poetry, which is even more spiritual, intangible, and apparently fragile, is more enduring still: "Not marble, nor the gilded monuments/Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme,/But you shall shine more bright in these contents/ Than unswept
stone, besmeared with sluttish time.
The drowsy poet would rather sleep and dream, but the noise that blockhead Hope makes, its "Thump of wood on the unswept
hearth-stone" that is "Comment on the margin of consciousness,/A dirty thumb-smear by the printed page," must in the end be acknowledged.
Does your facility show signs of poor housekeeping -- cluttered walkways, unswept
floors, uncovered material drums?