Examples of using "Templo" in a sentence and their english translations:
- Do you see a temple?
- You don’t see a temple, do you?
Do you see a temple?
Destroy this temple.
When was this temple built?
guessed to be a temple
if this is the temple
We also went to the temple.
Tom was driven out of the temple.
Mary was driven out of the temple.
- How old is this church?
- How old is this temple?
From the temple of Artemis in Ephesus
From the sun temple in Egypt
Look at that building. Is it a temple?
Jesus drove the merchants out of the temple.
Jesus drove the money-changers out of the temple.
Look at that building. Is it a temple?
The Pantheon was a Roman temple.
The temple is at the top of the hill.
This is the temple which we used to visit.
This is the largest temple that I've ever seen.
Why weren't you at church yesterday?
Take your hat off when you enter a house of worship.
The merchants were driven out of the temple by Jesus.
The money-changers were driven out of the temple by Jesus.
Today, Lakchmamma gives prayers of thanks at her homemade temple.
The Shitennouji is the most ancient temple in Japan.
Jesus drove the merchants and money-changers out of the temple.
This is the largest temple that I've ever seen.
During the night, a wasp stung me in the temple.
Speaking of Kyoto, have you ever visited the Kinkakuji Temple?
After a day spent in the sanctuary of an ancient temple...
Columns were brought from the Baalbek temple in Lebanon and used here
The old stairs which lead up to the temple have many broken steps.
The universe is the temple and the Earth is the altar.
That type of temple influenced all of the Middle East, mainly Egypt.
The first Sunday of every month, I visit a Buddhist temple which is near my city.
'On with the image to its home', they cried, / 'and pray the Goddess to avert our woe'.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest.
Then, girt with guards, within the temple's gate / beneath the centre of the dome she sate.
O'erwhelmed with odds, we perish; first of all, / struck down by fierce Peneleus by the fane / of warlike Pallas, doth Coroebus fall.
Soon, where Leucate lifts her cloud-capt head, / looms forth Apollo's fane, the seaman's name of dread.
Thou shalt bring them in, and plant them in the mountain of thy inheritance, in thy most firm habitation, which thou hast made, O Lord; thy sanctuary, O Lord, which thy hands have established.
Thus while AEneas, with set gaze and long, / hangs, mute with wonder, on the wildering scene, / lo! to the temple, with a numerous throng / of youthful followers, moves the beauteous Queen.
Fresh blows the breeze, and broader grows the bay, / and on the cliffs is seen Minerva's fane.
Here first with missiles, from a temple's height / hurled by our comrades, we are crushed and slain, / and piteous is the slaughter, at the sight / of Argive helms for Argive foes mista'en.
In front, above the temple-gates I rear / the brazen shield which once great Abas bore, / and mark the deed in writing on the door, / "AEneas these from conquering Greeks hath ta'en".
Here, by the goddess and her gifts renowned, / Sidonian Dido built a stately shrine. / All brazen rose the threshold; brass was round / the door-posts; brazen doors on grating hinges sound.
Then back, rejoicing, through the liquid air / to Paphos and her home she flies away, / where, steaming with Sabaean incense rare, / an hundred altars breathe with garlands fresh and fair.
"Ye too, my servants, hearken my commands. / Outside the city is a mound, where, dear / to Ceres once, but now deserted, stands / a temple, and an aged cypress near, / for ages hallowed with religious fear."
Lo, there Tarentum's harbour and the town, / if fame be true, of Hercules, and here / Lacinium's queen and Caulon's towers are known, / and Scylaceum's rocks, with shattered ships bestrown.
Lo, Panthus, flying from the Grecian bands, / Panthus, the son of Othrys, Phoebus' seer, / bearing the sacred vessels in his hands, / and vanquished home-gods, to the door draws near, / his grandchild clinging to his side in fear.
Dragged by her tresses from Minerva's fane, / Cassandra comes, the Priameian maid, / stretching to heaven her burning eyes in vain, / her eyes, for bonds her tender hands constrain.
Meanwhile, with beaten breasts and streaming hair, / the Trojan dames, a sad and suppliant train, / the veil to partial Pallas' temple bear. / Stern, with averted eyes the Goddess spurns their prayer.
And in the cloud unseen, / wrapt in its hollow covering, they abide / and note what fortune did their friends betide, / and whence they come, and why for grace they sue, / and on what shore they left the fleet to bide, / for chosen captains came from every crew, / and towards the sacred fane with clamorous cries they drew.
We furl the sails, and shoreward row amain. / Eastward the harbour arches, scarce descried. / Two jutting rocks, by billows lashed in vain, / stretch out their arms the narrow mouth to hide. / Far back the temple stands, and seems to shun the tide.
Nor have seen her since that day, / nor sought, nor missed her, till in Ceres' fane / we met at length, and mustered our array. / There she alone was wanting of our train, / and husband, son and friends all looked for her in vain!
There, in a temple built of ancient stone / I worship: "Grant, Thymbrean lord divine, / a home, a settled city of our own, / walls to the weary, and a lasting line, / to Troy another Pergamus. Incline / and harken. Save these Dardans sore-distrest, / the remnant of Achilles' wrath. Some sign / vouchsafe us, whom to follow? where to rest? / Steal into Trojan hearts, and make thy power confessed."
"Then wars shall cease and savage times grow mild, / and Remus and Quirinus, brethren twain, / with hoary Faith and Vesta undefiled, / shall give the law. With iron bolt and chain / firm-closed the gates of Janus shall remain. / Within, the Fiend of Discord, high reclined / on horrid arms, unheeded in the fane, / bound with a hundred brazen knots behind, / and grim with gory jaws, his grisly teeth shall grind."
For while, the queen awaiting, round he gazed, / and marvelled at he happy town, and scanned / the rival labours of each craftman's hand, / behold, Troy's battles on the walls appear, / the war, since noised through many a distant land, / there Priam and th' Atridae twain, and here / Achilles, fierce to both, still ruthless and severe.
"But when Ulysses, fain / to weave new crimes, with Tydeus' impious son / dragged the Palladium from her sacred fane, / and, on the citadel the warders slain, / upon the virgin's image dared to lay / red hands of slaughter, and her wreaths profane, / hope ebbed and failed them from that fatal day, / the Danaans' strength grew weak, the goddess turned away. / No dubious signs Tritonia's wrath declared."