Quotes
Quotes about Land
Oh! say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there! Oh! say, does that star spangled banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen stall stand Between their loved home and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must when our cause it is just. And this be our motto, "In God is our trust!" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
What is the flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare, Ye have but my waves to conquer. Go forth, for it is there.
England! Whence came each glowing hue That hints your flag of meteor light,-- The streaming red, the deeper blue, Crossed with the moonbeams' pearly white? The blood, the bruise--the blue, the red-- Let Asia's groaning millions speak; The white it tells of colour fled From starving Erin's pallid cheek.
Your flag and my flag, And how it flies today In your land and my land And half a world away! Rose-red and blood-red The stripes forever gleam; Snow-white and soul-white-- The good forefathers' dream; Sky-blue and true-blue, with stars to gleam aright-- The gloried guidon of the day, a shelter through the night.
The skilful class of flatterers praise the discourse of an ignorant friend and the face of a deformed one. [Lat., Adulandi gens prudentissima laudat Sermonem indocti, faciem deformis amici.]
And it shall come to pass in that day, that the Lord shall hiss for the fly that is in the uttermost part of the rivers of Egypt, and for the bee that is in the land of Assyria.
Thick on the woodland floor Gay company shall be, Primrose and Hyacinth And frail Anemone, Perennial Strawberry-bloom, Woodsorrel's pencilled veil, Dishevel'd Willow-weed And Orchis purple and pale.
The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the first from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
And have you been to Borderland? Its country lies on either hand Beyond the river I-forget. One crosses by a single stone So narrow one must pass alone, And all about its waters fret-- The laughing river I-forget.
Fortune, now see, now proudly Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look, Look what thou hast brought this land to!--
Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please.
Yet, who can help loving the land that has taught us Six hundred and eighty-five ways to dress eggs?
Adieu, delightful land of France! O my country so dear, which nourished my infancy! [Fr., Adieu, plaisant pays de France! O, ma patrie La plus cherie, Qui a nourrie ma jeune enfance! Adieu, France--adieu, mes beaux jours.]
England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with bulrushes as to fetter the step of Freedom, more proud and firm in this youthful land than where she treads the sequestered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnificent mountains of Switzerland. - Mrs. Lydia Maria Child,
We grant no dukedoms to the few, We hold like rights and shall; Equal on Sunday in the pew, On Monday in the mall. For what avail the plough or sail, Or land, or life, if freedom fail?
For what avail the plough or sail, Or land or life, if freedom fail?
In our own beginnings, we are formed out of the body's interior landscape, For a short while, our mothers' bodies are the boundaries and personal geography which are all that we know of the world.
Let us put Germany, so to speak, in the saddle! you will see that she can ride. [Ger., Setzen wir Deutschland, so zu sagen, in den Sattel! Reiten wird es schon konnen.]
Rumor, than which no evil flies more swiftly. She flourishes as she flies, gains strength by mere motion. Small at first and in fear, she soon rises to heaven, Walks upon land and hides her head in the clouds.
England is the mother of parliaments.
So then because some towns in England are not represented, America is to have no representative at all. They are "our children"; but when children ask for bread we are not to give a stone.
We Americans live in a nation where the medical-care system is second to none in the world, unless you count maybe 25 or 30 little scuzzball countries like Scotland that we could vaporize in seconds if we felt like it.
Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend... when we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that's presentâlove, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature and personal pursuits that bring us pleasureâthe wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience Heaven on earth.
