Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame, The fire of love supplies:;; While that which often bears the name, Is self in a disguise. True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear:;; The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run And the Wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun Long before the white man and long before the wheel When the green dark forest was too silent to be real... Oh! The song of the future has been sung All the battles have been won On the mountain tops we stand All the world at our command We have opened up the soil with our teardrops and our toilgordon lightfoot
It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills.Robert Loveman, April Rain, Appeared in Harper's Magazine (May, 1901). Erroneously attributed to Swama Rama, who copied it in the Thundering Dawn, Lahore.
Young men, you who have any piety at all, what sort is it? Is it a hot-house plant, which must be framed and glassed, lest March, that bold young fellow, should shake the life out.of it in his rough play among the flowers? or is it a hardy shrub, which rejoices when the Wild winds course along the heather or howl above the crest of Lebanon ' We need, believe me, the bravery of godliness to bear true witness for our Master now.william morley punshon
Let me now sing the heroic deeds of Vi??u who has measured apart the realms of the earth , who propped up the upper dwelling-place, striding far as he stepped forth three times. They praise for his heroic deeds Vi??u who lurks in the mountains, wandering like a ferocious Wild beast, in whose three wide strides all creatures dwell.Rig Veda, V.1.154.1 - 2, as translated by Wendy Doniger O'Flaherty in The Rig Veda : An Anthology (1981), p. 226
But ruffian stern, and soldier good, The noble and the slave, From various cause the same Wild road, On the same bloody morning, trode, To that dark innthe Grave!1815 The Lord of the Isles, canto 6, stanza 26.
I phoned Prince out of the blue, hummed a melody, and he listened," ... "I hung up, and he came over within the hour. He listened again, and I said, 'Do you hate it?' He said, 'No,' and walked over to the synthesizers that were set up, was absolutely brilliant for about twenty five minutes, and then left. He was so uncanny, so Wild, he spoiled me for every band I've ever had because nobody can exactly re-create not even with two piano players-what Prince did all by his little self.stevie nicks
O Caledonia! stern and Wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand!Walter Scott The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805), Canto VI, Stanza 2.
And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those Wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), XXXVI.