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Shroud of
«Every Winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables»
«Nudity is the uniform of the other side... nudity is a shroud.»
Author: Milan Kundera
(Novelist, Playwright, Poet)
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«And it came to pass in the eleventh year, in the third month, in the first day of the month, that the word of the LORD came unto me, saying, / Son of man, speak unto Pharaoh king of Egypt, and to his multitude; Whom art thou like in thy greatness? / Behold, the Assyrian was a cedar in Lebanon with fair branches, and with a shadowing shroud, and of an high stature; and his top was among the thick boughs.»
Author: Bible
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«The first step towards vice is to shroud innocent actions in mystery, and whoever likes to conceal something sooner or later has reason to conceal it.»
«Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm / Nor question much / That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm.»
«But when the melancholy fit shall fall / Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, / That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, / And hides the green hill in an April shroud; / Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.»