By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab, There lies a lonely grave; But no man built that sepulcher, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod And laid the dead man there.
And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Bethpeor: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.
The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold! - William Blake,
Greatnesse on goodnesse loves to slide, not stand, And leaves, for fortune's ice, vertue's firme land.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madded to crime?
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
The heart is wiser than the intellect. -J.G. Holland.
To value riches is not to be covetous. They are the gift of God, and, like every gift of his, good in themselves, and capable of a good use. But to overvalue riches, to give them a place in the heart which God did not design them to fill, this is covetousness. -H. L. Wayland.
Heat and animosity, contest and conflict, may sharpen the wits, although they rarely do; they never strengthen the understanding, clear the perspicacity, guide the judgment, or improve the heart. -Walter Savage Landor.
The road to heaven lies as near by water as by land.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Hail, Columbia! happy land! Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band! Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause.
Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.
A land without ruins is a land without memories--a land without memories is a land without history.
I cannot lead you into battle. I do not give you laws or administer justice but I can do something else - I can give my heart and my devotion to these old islands and to all the peoples of our brotherhood of nations.
Ireland's ruins are historic emotions surrendered to time.
Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.
In a few years there will be only five kings in the worldâthe King of England and the four kings in a pack of cards.
The limit is about 300 words. Kipling's "Recessional" really did something to England when it was published. It helped them through a bad time. Let me know if you find any great poems lying around.
I never thought I'd land in pictures with a face like mine.
I married a German. Every night I dress up as Poland and he invades me.
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head, Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed; Where the rug's two-fold use we might display, By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
The stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land.
Estate agents. You can't live with them, you can't live with them. The first sign of these nasty purulent sores appeared round about 1894. With their jangling keys, nasty suits, revolting beards, moustaches and tinted spectacles, estate agents roam the land causing perturbation and despair. If you try and kill them, you're put in prison: if you try and talk to them, you vomit. There's only one thing worse than an estate agent but at least that can be safely lanced, drained and surgically dressed. Estate agents. Love them or loathe them, you'd be mad not to loathe them.