Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and Slaverie!
The years seemed to stretch before her like the land: spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring; always the same patient fields, the patient little trees, the patient lives; always the same yearning; the same pulling at the chain — until the instinct to live had torn itself and bled and weakened for the last time, until the chain secured a dead woman, who might cautiously be released.willa cather
With that she dasht her on the lippes,So dyed double red:Hard was the heart that gave the blow,Soft were those lips that bled.william warner
I am not a man who believes that we Germans bled and conquered thirty years ago...in order to be pushed to one side when great international decisions call to be made. If that were to happen, the place of Germany as a world power would be gone for ever, and I am not prepared to let that happen. It is my duty and privilege to employ to this end without hesitation the most appropriate and, if need be, the sharper methods.
England must...have the mask of Christian peaceableness torn publicly off her face...Our consuls in Turkey and India, agents, etc., must inflame the whole Mohammedan world to wild revolt against this hateful, lying, conscienceless people of hagglers; for if we are to be bled to death, at least England shall lose India.
'No, not one little song,' replied the Rat firmly, though his heart bled as he noticed the trembling lip of the poor disappointed Toad. 'It's no good, Toady; you know well that your songs are all conceit and boasting and vanity; and your speeches are all self-praise and and well, and gross exaggeration and and ' 'And gas,' put in the Badger, in his common way.Kenneth Grahame
The warriors that fought for their country, and bled, Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed; No stone tells the place where their ashes repose, Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes. They died in their glory, surrounded by fame, And Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim; They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Neither dust nor light stirred. It was as if time had been bled dry and given up.china miéville
With that she dasht her on the lippes, So dyed double red; Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lippes that bled.William wabner
With that she dasht her on the lippes, So dyed double red; Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lippes that bled.william warner
Hail, Columbia! happy land! Hail, ye heroes! heavenborn band! Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause.
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Csesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.omar khayyám
O Time! the beautifier of the dead , Adorner of the ruin, comforter And only healer when the heart hath bled Time! the corrector where our judgments err, The test of truth , love , sole philosopher , For all besides are sophists, from thy thrift Which never loses though it doth defer Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift My hands, and eyes , and heart , and crave of thee a gift .lord byron
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled; Scots, wham Bruce has aften led. Welcome to your gory bed, or to victory!Robert Burns
We declared our intentions to preserve monarchy, and they still are so, unless necessity enforce an alteration. It’s granted the king has broken his trust, yet you are fearful to declare you will make no further addresses... look on the people you represent, and break not your trust, and expose not the honest party of your kingdom, who have bled for you, and suffer not misery to fall upon them for want of courage and resolution in you, else the honest people may take such courses as nature dictates to them.Oliver Cromwell
Hail to the land whereon we tread, Our fondest boast! The sepulchres of mighty dead, The truest hearts that ever bled, Who sleep on glory’s brightest bed, A fearless host: No slave is here: our unchained feet, Walk freely as the waves that beat Our coast.