Beheld the duteous son, the sire decayed,The modest matron, and the blushing maid,Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,To traverse climes beyond the Western main.
La femme?sait que quand on la regarde on ne la distingue pas de son apparence: elle est juge e, respecte e, de sire e a' travers sa toilette. Woman?knows that when she is looked at she is not considered apart from her appearance: she is judged, respected, desired, by and through her toilette.Simone de Beauvoir
There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian motherhe, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.Rochdale
For freedom 's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.lord byron
Beheld the duteous son, the sire decayed, The modest matron, and the blushing maid, Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the Western main.Oliver Goldsmith
There were his young barbarians all at play There was their Dacian mother]], he, their sire, Butcherd to make a Roman holiday.lord byron
Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone To rev'rence what is ancient, and can plead A course of long observance for its use, That even servitude, the worst of ills, Because deliver'd down from sire to son, Is kept and guarded as a sacred thing!william cowper
Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.richard henry stoddard
For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft is ever won.lord byron
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire! Whose modest form, so delicately fine, Was nursed in whirling storms, And cradled in the winds. Thee when young spring first question'd winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on his bank he threw To mark his victory.henry kirke white
Toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame.
Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Flodden's fatal field, When shiver'd was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield!walter scott
Vyasa appears when Satyavati summons him to sire sons with Ambika and Ambalika, widows of the Kuru king Vichitravirya.
He died, Who was the sire of an immortal strain, Blind, old and lonely.Percy Bysshe Shelley
Soon round us spread the hills and dales,Where GEOFFREY spun his magic tales,And call'd them history. The landWhence ARTHUR sprung, and all his bandOf gallant knights. sire of romance,Who led the fancy's mazy dance,Thy tales shall please, thy name still be,When Time forgets my verse and me.robert bloomfield
sire, have pity on the Spanish infantry, which, for lack of pay and out of sheer starvation, is scouring the low country round, plundering the peasantry in mere need of food. These disorders I cannot repress, much less can I punish them, for necessity has no law.william the silent
sire, have pity on the Spanish infantry, which, for lack of pay and out of sheer starvation, is scouring the low country round, plundering the peasantry in mere need of food. These disorders I cannot repress, much less can I punish them, for necessity has no law.
sire, I am my own Rudolph of Hapsburg. (Rudolph was the founder of the Hapsburg family).
"Very astonishing indeed! strange thing!" (Turning the Dumpling round, rejoined the King), "'Tis most extraordinary, then, all this is; It beats Penetti's conjuring all to pieces; Strange I should never of a Dumpling dream! But, Goody, tell me where, where, where's the Seam?" "sire, there's no Seam," quoth she; "I never knew That folks did Apple-Dumplings sew." "No!" cried the staring Monarch with a grin; "How, how the devil got the Apple in?"john wolcot
"Now, sire," quod she, "for aught that may bityde, I moste haue of the peres that I see, Or I moote dye, so soore longeth me To eten of the smalle peres grene."Geoffrey Chaucer