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Pange, lingua, gloriosi Corporis mysterium, Sanguinisque pretiosi, Quem in mundi pretium Fructus ventris generosi Rex effudit gentium. Now, my tongue, the mystery telling Of the glorious Body sing, And the Blood, all price excelling, Which the Gentiles' Lord and King, In aVirgin's womb once dwelling, Shed for this world's ransoming.
Ah! two desires toss about The poet's feverish blood. One drives him to the world without, And one to solitude.
'Why dois your brand sae drap wi' bluid, Edward, Edward, Why dois your brand sae drap wi' bluid, And why sae sad gang ye O?'
Boxing is show-business with blood.
Imaginethepositionofthemodernarchitect.Picturethe young fellow to be put into a 'profession' because trade is considered beneath him (another antiquarian prejudice).The young fellow hasn't exactly got a legal mind, like father; he's not much good at essays, so he can't write; he faints at the sight of blood so can't be a doctor. What isthere for him to do? Architecture of course.
Politics is a blood sport.
And the L said unto Cain,Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: Am I my brother's keeper? And he said,What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.
At the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man.Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made he man.
In the place where dogs licked the blood of Naboth shall dogs lick thy blood, even thine. And Ahab said to Elijah, Hast thou found me,O mine enemy?
So they threw her down: and some of her blood was sprinkled on the wall, and on the horses: and he trode her under foot.
And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, and blessed it, and brake it, and gave ittothe disciples, and said,Take, eat; this is my body. And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of it; For this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.
But one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there out blood and water.
Without shedding of blood is no remission.
The great questions of our day cannot be solved by speeches and majority votes but by iron and blood.
OAutumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
We do not presume to come to this thyTable,O merciful Lord, trusting in our own righteousness, but in thy manifold and great mercies.We are not worthy so much as to gather up the crumbs under thyTable.But thou art the same Lord, whose property is always to have mercy: Grant us therefore, gracious Lord, so to eat the flesh of thy dear Son Jesus Christ, and to drink his blood, that our sinful bodies may be made clean by his body, and our souls washed through his most precious blood, and that we may evermore dwell in him, and he in us. Amen.
The Blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, which was shed for thee, preserve thy body and soul unto everlasting life: Drink this in remembrance that Christ's Blood was shed for thee, and be thankful.
As for the grass, it grewas scant as hair in leprosythin dried blades pricked the mud which underneath looked kneaded up with blood. One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare, stood stupefied.
Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted; Five scymitars, wi'murder crusted.
Never under the most despotic of infidel Governments did I behold such squalid wretchedness as I have seen since my return, in the very heart of a Christian country. And what are your remedies? After months of inaction, and months of action worse than inactivity, at length comes forth the grand specificthe never-failing nostrum of all state physicians from the days of Draco to the present time; death. Is there not blood enough upon your penal code that more must be poured forth to ascend to Heaven and testify against you?
But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may loose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain; But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire. Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their softened spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky now the late remorse of love.
'Tis sweet to win, no matter how, one's laurels By blood or ink; 'tis sweet to put an end To strife; 'tis sometimes sweet to have our quarrels, Particularly with a tiresome friend; Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world; and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
The people's flag is deepest red; It shrouded oft our martyred dead. And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold, Their heart's blood dyed its every fold. Then raise the scarlet standard high! Within its shade we'll live or die. Tho'cowards flinch and traitors sneer, We'll keep the red flag flying here.
More blood! More blood!
So I lie, whose fount of pride, Dear distress, and joy allied, Is my somber flesh and skin, With the dark blood dammed within.
And blood in torrents pour In vainalways in vain, For war breeds war again.
'Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Owen Roe O'Neil?' 'Yes, theyslew with poisonhimthey feared tomeet with steel.' 'May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow! May they walk in living death, who poisoned Owen Roe!'
Dost thou not know that love respects no blood, Cares not for difference of birth or state?
For present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
Fallen from his high estate, And welt'ring in his blood: Deserted at his utmost need By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth expos'd he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes.
I would be a falcon and go free. I tread her wrist and wear the hood, Talking to myself, and would draw blood.
The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good. 308
Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bid'st me come toThee, O Lamb of God, I come!
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort or the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
What a dull, insipid thing is a billet-doux written in cold blood, after the heat of the business is over!
Now gae your wa'sTho'anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunthe case sae hard is, Amang the writers and the bardies That lang they'll brook the auld I trow, Or neibours cry,'Weel brook the new'.
Mud! Mud! Glorious mud! Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood. So follow me, follow, Down to the hollow, And there let us wallow In glorious mud.
I am proud that I am an Australian, a daughter of the Southern Cross, a child of the mighty bush. I am thankful I am a peasant, a part of the bone and muscle of my nation, and earn my bread by the sweat of my brow, as man was meant to do. I rejoice I was not born a parasite, one of the blood-suckers who loll on velvet and satin, crushed from the proceeds of human sweat and blood and souls.
From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides! Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land.
Even if I die in the service of this nation,I would be proud of it. Every drop of my blood,I am sure, will contribute to the growth of this nation and make it strong and dynamic.
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood isrunning money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
War has three handmaidens ever waiting on her, Fire, Blood, and Famine, and I have chosen the meekest maid of the three.
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.
A wonderful timethe War: when money rolled in and blood rolled out.
'It's powerful,' he said. 'What?' 'That one drop of Negro bloodbecause just one drop of black blood makes a man coloured. One dropyou are a Negro!'
Blood sport is brought to its ultimate refinement in the gossip columns.
To shave the beard is a sin that the blood of all the martyrs cannot cleanse.It is to deface the image of man created by God.
The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.
Somehow that was one of the most poignant sights that immaculate woman, exquisitely dressed, and caked in blood.
I know the colour of that blood; it is arterial blood; I cannot be deceived in that colour; that drop of blood is my death-warrantI must die.
Come; and strong within us Stir theVikings' blood; Bracing brain and sinew; Blow, thou wind of God!
When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away: Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.
West Africa today is just a quarry of paving stones for Hell, and those stones were cemented in place with
'We be one blood, thou and I', Mowgli answered.'I take my life from thee to-night. My kill shall be thy kill if ever thou art hungry,O Kaa.'
If blood be the price of admiralty Lord God, we ha'paid in full!
I have never done any workcold I have always worked with my blood, so to speak.
Booth led boldly with his big brass drum (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) The saints smiled gravelyand they said 'He's come.'
Drabs from the alleyways and drug fiends pale Minds still passion-ridden, soul-power frail: Vermin-eaten saints with moldy breath, Unwashed legions with the ways of Death (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
They talk about their Pilgrim blood, Their birthright high and holy! A mountain-stream that ends in mud Methinks is melancholy.
It isn't just dust that is settling in Korea, Senator, it is American blood.
No government isgoing to take from me my right to speak, my right to protest against wrong, my right to do everything that is for the benefit of mankind.I am not here, then, as the accused; I am here as the accuser of capitalism dripping with blood from head to foot.
Poetry proceeds from the totality of man, sense, imagination, intellect, love, desire, instinct, blood and spirit together.
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damned perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come. Fair nature's eye, rise, rise, again, and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but Ayear, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente currite, noctis equi: The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned. Oh, I'll leap up to my God!Who pulls me down? See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah, my Christ.
Might first made kings, and laws were then most sure Whenthey were writ in blood.
And all the way that wild high crying, To cold his blood with the thought of dying.
It was the whiteness of the whale that above all things appalled mefor all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honourable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of a panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.
Sculpture in stone should look honestly like stoneto make it look like flesh and blood, hair and dimples is coming down to the level of the stage conjuror.
One evening,Iwas walking along a path, the city was on one side and the fjord below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out over the fjordthe sun was setting, and the clouds turning blood red.I sensed a scream passing through nature; it seemed to me that I heard the scream. Ipainted this picture, paintedthe cloudsas actual blood. The colour shrieked. This becameThe Scream.
Irishness is not primarily a question of birth or blood or language: it isthe condition of being involved in the Irish situation, and usually of being mauled by it. On that definition Swift ismore Irishthan Goldsmith or Sheridan, although by the usual tests they are Irish and he is pure English.
Notforalltheuniversecontainswould I, inthestrugglefor what I conceive to be my country's cause, consent to the effusion of a single drop of human blood, except myown.
The man who discovers a new scientific truth has previously had to smash to atoms almost everything he had learnt, and arrives at thenew truthwith handsblood stained from the slaughter of a thousand platitudes.
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. See Horace 413:23.
1. Avoid fried meats which angry up the blood. 2. If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts. 3. Keep the juices flowing by jangling around gentlyas you move. 4.Go very light on vices such as carrying on in society. The social ramble ain't restful. 5. Avoid running at all times. 6. Don't look back. Something may be gaining on you.
I went out to Charing Cross to see Major-General Harrison hanged, drawn and quarteredwhich was done therehe looking as cheerfully as any man could do in that condition Thus it was my chance to see the King beheaded at Whitehall and to see the first blood shed in revenge for the blood of the King at Charing Cross.
Your anger was a climate I inhabited like a desert in a dry frigid weather of high thin air and ivory sun, sand dunes the wind lifted into stinging clouds that blinded and choked me where the only ice was in the blood.
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedecked halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall.
As I look ahead, I am filled with much foreboding. Like the Roman, I seem to see'the RiverTiber foaming with much blood'.
We say to you today in a loud and a clear voice: enough of blood and tears. Enough.
Then washed in the brightness of this vision, I saw how in its radiance would grow and be nourished and suddenly burst into terrible and splendid bloom the blood-red flower of revolution.
People in this country haven't got the cinema in their bloodthe real creative talent has been drained off into theatre.
Were I (who to my loss already am One of those strange prodigious creatures, Man) A spirit, free to choose for my own share What case of flesh and blood I'd choose to wear, I'd be a dog, a monkey, or a bear.
Quand l'athe isme voudra des martyrs, qu'il le dise et mon sang est tout pre" t. When atheism wants martyrs, let it say so and my blood will be ready.
At last America is in my view; a dreary waste of white barren sand, and melancholy, nodding pines. In the course of many miles, no cheerful cottage has blest my eyes. All seems dreary, savage and desert; and was it for this such sums of money, such streams of British blood have been lavished away? Oh, thou dear land, how dearly hast thou purchased this habitation for bears and wolves. Dearly has it been purchased, and at a price far dearer still it will be kept. My heart dies within me, while I view it.
And said I that my limbs were old, And said I that my blood was cold, And that my kindly fire was fled, And my poor withered heart was dead, And that I might not sing of Love?
If you strike a child take care that you strike it in anger, evenattheriskof maiming itfor life. A blow incold blood neither can nor should be forgiven.
The discussion of any subject is a right that you have brought into the world with your heart and tongue. Resign your heart's blood before you part with this inestimable privilege of man.
Kingly conclaves stern and cold, Where blood with guilt is bought and sold.
The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatlyassists the circulation of their blood.
'I call it a criminal thing in any one's great-great- grandfather to rear up a preposterous troop of sons and plant them all out in his own country', Lady Knox said to me with apparent irrelevance.'I detest collaterals. Blood may be thicker than water, but it is also a great deal nastier.'
True Shandeism, think what you will against it, opensthe heart and lungs, and like all those affections which partake of its nature, it forces the blood and other vital fluids of the body to run freely through its channels, and makes the wheel of life run long and cheerfully round.
The Church's one foundation Is Jesus Christ, her Lord; She is his new creation By water and the word; From heaven he came and sought her To be his holy bride, With his own blood he bought her. And for her life he died.
I would desire that every man would lay his hand on his heart, and consider seriously whether the beginnings of the people's happiness should be written in letters of blood.
Football causeth fighting, brawling, contention, quarrel- picking, murder, homicide, and agreateffusionof blood, as daily experiences teaches.
Waste of Blood, and waste of Tears, Waste of youth's most precious years, Waste of ways the saints have trod, Waste of Glory, waste of God, War!
Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is racked with pains that conquer trust; And Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a Fury slinging flame.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; 844 Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Gigantic daughter of the West, We drink to thee across the flood, We know thee most, we love thee best, For art thou not of British blood?
And now by the side of the Black and the Baltic deep, And deathful-grinning mouths of the fortress, flames The blood-red blossom of war with a heart of fire.
France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
Plures efficimus quoties metimur a vobis, semen est sanguis Christianorum. As often as we are mown down by you, the more we grow in numbers; the blood of the Christians istheseed.
'A chilli,'said Rebecca, gasping,'Oh, yes!' She thought a chilli wassomething cool, asitsname imported, and was served with some.'How fresh and green they look,'she said, and put one into her mouth. It was hotter than the curry; flesh and blood could bear it no longer. She laid down her fork.'Water, for Heaven's sake, water!'she cried.
Nothing like blood, sir, in hosses, dawgs, and men.
Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to thegod he worships, aftera style purely his own, norcan he get off by hammering marble instead.We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself inThee, Let the water and the blood, From thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead.
Nothing whips my blood like verse.
These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Our current tendency to take our economic blood pressure every few minutesobfuscates thought on many problems.
There's nothing but our own red blood Can make a right RoseTree.
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