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Boston, Boston, Boston! Thou hast naught to boast on, But a Grand Sluice, and a high steeple; c.1500 A proud conceited ignorant people, And a coast where souls are lost on.
The Master: records prove the title good: Yet figures fail you, for they cannot say How many men whose names you never knew Are proud to tell their sons they saw you play. They share the sunlight of your summer day Of thirty years; and they, with you, recall How, through those well-wrought centuries, your hand Reshaped the history of bat and ball.
Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof: and the patient in spirit is better than the proud in spirit.
For, behold, the day cometh, that shall burn as an oven; Daniel and all the proud, yea, and all that do wickedly, shall be stubble: and the day that cometh shall burn them up, saith the L of hosts, that it shall leave them neither root nor branch.But untoyou that fear my nameshall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.
Lord,I am not high-minded: I have no proud looks.
Don't let us be familiar or fond, nor kiss before folks, like my Lady Fadler and Sir Francis: nor go to Hyde-Park together the first Sunday in a new chariot, to provoke eyes and whispers, and then never be seen there together again; as if we were proud of one another the first week, and ashamed of one another ever after Let usbe verystrangeandwell-bred: Let usbe asstrangeasif wehad beenmarried a great while, and aswell-bred as if we were not married at all.
I know my life's a pain and but a span, I know my sense is mocked in every thing; And to conclude, I know myself a man, Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
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.
Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.
How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great!
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune.
Why were they proud? again we ask aloud, Why in the name of Glory were they proud?
Proud, art thou met?
The laird o'Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great, His mind is ta'en up wi' things o'the State.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
Then old age and experience, hand in hand, Lead him to death, and make him understand, After a search so painful and so long, That all his life he has been in the wrong. Huddled in dirt, the reasoning engine lies, Who was so proud, so witty, and so wise.
Look how you use proud words, When you let proud wordsgo, it is not easy to call them back, They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can't hear you calling look out how you use proud words.
I am proud of your contempt for my character and opinions, sir.
When I am grown to man's estate I shall be very proud and great, And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys.
Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green, Or where his beams may not dissolve the ice, In temperate heat, where he is felt and seen, With proud people, in presence sad and wise; Set me in base, or yet in high degree, In the long night, or in the shortest day, In clear weather, or where mists thickest be, In lusty youth, or when my hairs be grey Yours will I be, and with that only thought Comfort myself when that my hap is nought.
Then, with that faint fleeting smile playing about his lips, he faced the firing squad; erect and motionless, proud and disdainful,Walter Mitty, the undefeated, inscrutable to the last.
She was more than ever proud of the position of the bungalow, so almost in the country.
There is such a thing as a man being too proud to fight; there issuch a thing as a nation being so right that it does not need to convince others by force that it is right.
After yourdeathpeoplewill write of yourloveaffairs, but I shall say nothing, because I will remember how proud you were.
Every day I think about where I come from and I am still proud to be who I am: first, a Kabyle from La Castellane, then an Algerian from Marseille, and then a Frenchman.
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