Examples of using "Túmulo" in a sentence and their english translations:
- A leopard cannot change his spots.
- A leopard can't change his spots.
- A leopard never changes its spots.
- A leopard never changes his spots.
- A leopard doesn't change its spots.
My lips are sealed.
We visited our father's grave.
Where is the prophet's tomb?
I spit on your mother's grave!
The body is the grave of the soul.
Tom took his secret to the grave.
Don't worry. My lips are sealed.
Ancient coins were found inside the mysterious tomb.
Good has as its grave human ingratitude.
I went to visit my grandfather's grave today.
either man is building a grave for himself
What is learned in the cradle is carried to the tomb.
Tom's parents ordered their son's tomb to be opened.
Mary's daughter ordered her mother's tomb to be opened.
She simply wept a river of tears before her father's grave.
And Jacob erected a pillar over her sepulchre: this is the pillar of Rachel's monument, to this day.
Scrooge crept towards it, trembling as he went; and following the finger, read upon the stone of the neglected grave his own name, Ebenezer Scrooge.
Then again / a third tall shaft I grasp, with sinewy strain / and firm knees pressed against the sandy ground; / when O! shall tongue make utterance or refrain? / forth from below a dismal, groaning sound / heaves, and a piteous voice is wafted from the mound:
Within a grove Andromache that day, / where Simois in fancy flowed again, / her offerings chanced at Hector's grave to pay, / a turf-built cenotaph, with altars twain, / source of her tears and sacred to the slain – / and called his shade.
And the time of the mourning being expired, Joseph spoke to the family of Pharaoh: If I have found favour in your sight, speak in the ears of Pharaoh. For my father made me swear to him, saying: Behold I die; thou shalt bury me in my sepulchre which I have digged for myself in the land of Canaan. So I will go up and bury my father, and return.
So to his shade, with funeral rites, we rear / a mound, and altars to the dead prepare, / wreathed with dark cypress. Round them, as of yore, / pace Troy's sad matrons, with their streaming hair. / Warm milk from bowls, and holy blood we pour, / and thrice with loud farewell the peaceful shade deplore.