I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
"The high tide!" King Alfred cried. "The high tide and the turn! As a tide turns on the tall grey seas, See how they waver in the trees, How stray their spears, how knock their knees, How wild their watchfires burn!
[Kratos: Even in death, you stand tall for battle.]Thank you, Lord Kratos.
As anyone who has the slightest knowledge of my work knows, I have little in common with Larkin, who was tall, taciturn and thin-on-top, and unlike him I laugh, nay, sneer, in the face of death. I will concede one point: we are both lesbian poets.carol ann duffy
I knew, as everyone knows, that the easiest way to attract a crowd is to let it be known that at a given time and a given place some one is going to attempt something that in the event of failure will mean sudden death. That's what attracts us to the man who paints the flagstaff on the tall building, or to the 'human fly' who scales the walls of the same building.harry houdini
O cool glad pasture; living tree, tall corn,Great cliff, or languid sloping sand, cold sea,Waves: river curving; you, eternal flowers,Give me content, while I can think of you:Give me your living breath!Back to your rampart, Death!harold monro
1920. Both of us were about to capitulate facing spiritual breakdown. Then we helped each other to stand tall and did not falter. My answer was: Resistance!joseph goebbels
The dark notes rose everywhere, so dark, so sombre, they broke into a fountainlight as the rainbow sparkling and immaterial as invisible sources and echoes. The savannahs grew lonelyas the sea and broke again into a wave and forest. tall trees with black marching boots and feet were clad in the spurs and sharp wings of a butterfly.Rolf Harris
Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!
Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?wilfred owen
Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!Jerome Siegel
It was as if he were watching a tall stranger with a wand pointing to the embarrassed phantom that was himself, and ruthlessly exposing its frailties! And yet that pitiless showman was himself too himself as he wanted to be, cheerful, brave, resourceful, indomitable.john buchan
There is some delight in ale and wine And some in girls with ankles fine But my delight, yes always mine Is to dance with Jak O’ the Shadows We will toss the dice however they fall And snuggle the girls be they short or tall Then follow lord Mat whenever he calls To dance with Jak O’ the Shadows.robert jordan
More beautiful and soft than any moth
With burring furred antennae feeling its huge path
Through dusk, the air-liner with shut-off engines
Glides over suburbs and the sleeves set trailing tall
To point the wind. Gently, broadly, she falls,
Scarcely disturbing charted currents of air.
The Ridge is crowned by Christ Church, which was built in 1857. The stately yellow edifice features tall, arched stained-glass windows surrounded by a fresco designed by Rudyard Kipling’s father. Inside, tablets commemorate British officers and citizens of the colonial period.
Scarce one tall frigate walks the sea Or skirts the safer shores Of all that bore to victory Our stout old Commodores.
Stately and tall he moves in the hall, The chief of a thousand for grace.
And telling me, the sovereign’st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg’d Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy’d So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
You'd scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, tall oaks from little acorns grow.