Lior wanted an Israeli salad the other night, but he had refused to go the store that day for cukes, so he was out of luck.
by IsraeliChef September 20, 2017
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should be said as -is rail ee mesh oo gah-
every israeli that comes to america.
should be said as -is rail ee mesh oo gah-
every israeli that comes to america.
by Madeline B February 12, 2006
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Get the israeled mug.Average Israel, a perspicacious and alpha type being even when being known as a outcast from society, they act as if they were a run of the mill joe, but they hide somthing very interesting could it be the powers of an X-Men? Or the personality of a weeabo/otaku? No, this may come as a surprise to some people but its a big penis.
Oh well, obviously I'm an average Israel do you know how much money I make? Or or the size of my penis? Well, let me tell you, I come prepared with a fully erected 9.6 inch chum boner with 5.1 inch girth, and when I see ass I like, I dive face first into the chocolate starfish and completely destroy it; I fuck what I want when I want.
by goth girl lover August 11, 2022
Get the Average Israel mug.1. Israfel is the angel of beauty, song, counsel, sympathy, and resurrection. His most instruments are the trumpet and the lute. Being the angel of resurrection, he resurrects those using his trumpet. Edgar Allan Poe wrote a poem about Israfel as well.
2. A character in Juvenile Orion, also known as Tsukasa Amou, part of the Eraser faction. He lives with Tomonori-san, a priest, and suffers from amnesia.
2. A character in Juvenile Orion, also known as Tsukasa Amou, part of the Eraser faction. He lives with Tomonori-san, a priest, and suffers from amnesia.
1. In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
"Whose heart-strings are a lute";
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.
Tottering above
In her highest noon,
The enamored moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.
And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings-
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.
But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep thoughts are a duty-
Where Love's a grown-up God-
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.
Therefore thou art not wrong,
Israfeli, who despisest
An unimpassioned song;
To thee the laurels belong,
Best bard, because the wisest!
Merrily live, and long!
The ecstasies above
With thy burning measures suit-
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervor of thy lute-
Well may the stars be mute!
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely- flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.
If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.
"Whose heart-strings are a lute";
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.
Tottering above
In her highest noon,
The enamored moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.
And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings-
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.
But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep thoughts are a duty-
Where Love's a grown-up God-
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.
Therefore thou art not wrong,
Israfeli, who despisest
An unimpassioned song;
To thee the laurels belong,
Best bard, because the wisest!
Merrily live, and long!
The ecstasies above
With thy burning measures suit-
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervor of thy lute-
Well may the stars be mute!
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely- flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.
If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.
by Crazed Authoress June 3, 2006
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*Parents arrive*
"Maldito seas estado de Israel!"
*Parents arrive*
"Maldito seas estado de Israel!"
by SaquenmeDeLatinoamerica September 27, 2021
Get the Maldito seas estado de Israel mug.Chaim is rocking out his Isro.
by max hardcore November 30, 2004
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