Quotes
Quotes about Land
Lo! body and soul!--this land! Mighty Manhattan, with spires, and The sparkling and hurrying tides, and the ships; The varied and ample land,--the South And the North in the light--Ohio's shores, and flashing Missouri, And ever the far-spreading prairies, covered with grass and corn. - Walt Whitman,
The nobility of England, my lord, would have snored through the Sermon on the Mount.
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds in the south pass through; so it cometh from the desert, from a terrible land.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
The sea is flowing ever, The land retains it never.
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
The landscape should belong to the people who see it all the time.
If it is the love of that which your work represents--if, being a landscape painter, it is love of hills and trees that moves you--if, being a figure painter, it is love of human beauty, and human soul that moves you--if, being a flower or animal painter, it is love, and wonder, and delight in petal and in limb that move you, then the Spirit is upon you, and the earth is yours, and the fullness thereof.
Pansies? You praise the ones that grow today Here in the garden; had you seen the place When Sutherland was living! Here they grew, From blue to deeper blue, in midst of each A golden dazzle like a glimmering star, Each broader, bigger than a silver crown; While here the weaver sat, his labor done, Watching his azure pets and rearing them, Until they seem'd to know his step and touch, And stir beneath his smile like living things: The very sunshine loved them, and would lie Here happy, coming early, lingering late, Because they were so fair.
My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. -Clarence Budinton Kelland.
Again to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance! Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.
I wish I was in de land ob cotton, Ole times dar am not forgotten, Look-a-way! Look-a-way! Look-a-way, Dixie Land! . . . . Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray! In Dixie Land I'll take my stand To lib and die in Dixie.
Strike--for your altars and your fires; Strike--for the green graves of your sires. God--and your native land!
One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, One Nation evermore! - Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.,
The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never never allows us to forget that we belong to it. [Lat., Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui.]
If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country I never would lay down my arms,--never! never! never!
Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land?
Our land is the dearer of our sacrifices. The blood of our martyrs sanctifies and enriches it. Their spirit passes into thousands of hearts. How costly is the progress of the race. It is only by the giving of life that we can have life.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!
A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle; and patriotism is loyalty to that principle.
Peace is more precious than a piece of land.
