Quotes
Quotes about Men
It is my living sentiment, and by the blessing of God it shall be my dying sentiment,--Independence now and Independence forever.
The people's government, made for the people, made by the people, and answerable to the people.
When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood.
Write me as one who loves his fellow-men.
Napoleon's troops fought in bright fields, where every helmet caught some gleams of glory; but the British soldier conquered under the cool shade of aristocracy. No honours awaited his daring, no despatch gave his name to the applauses of his countrymen; his life of danger and hardship was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed.
If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
And roam along, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not,
Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gather'd then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
He had kept
The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Yet in my lineaments they trace
Some features of my father's face.
For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
Will back their own opinions by a wager.
Brave men were living before Agamemnon.
Sweet is revenge--especially to women.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Alas, the love of women! it is known
To be a lovely and a fearful thing.
Perhaps the early grave
Which men weep over may be meant to save.
The women pardon'd all except her face.
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow.
Those who inflict must suffer, for they see
The work of their own hearts, and this must be
Our chastisement or recompense.
Most wretched men
Are cradled into poetry by wrong:
They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
A lovely lady, garmented in light
From her own beauty.
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience,
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame
A mechanized automaton.
