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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— Part IV, Ch. 5
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— Albion’s England (published 1612), Book viii. chap. xli. stanza 53.
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.
— Speech at the launching of the battleship Wittelsbach (3 July 1900), quoted in Michael Balfour, The Kaiser and His Times (London: Penguin, 1975), pp. 158-159.
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.
— Marginal note in a telegram from the German ambassador in St Petersburg, Count Friedrich von Pourtalès (30 July 1914), quoted in Fritz Fischer, Germany's Aims in the First World War (New York: W. W. Norton & Co, 1967), p. 121.
'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— Ch. 12 (The Reluctant Dragon)
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— "The Battle of Lovell's Pond," poem first published in the Portland Gazette (November 17, 1820)
Neither dust nor light stirred. It was as if time had been bled dry and given up.
china miéville— Part 3 “The Compass Factory”, chapter 20 (p. 241)
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— William Wabner — Albion's England. Bk. VIII. Ch.XLI. St. 53.
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— William Warner, Albion's England (published 1612), Book VIII, Chapter XLI, Stanza 53.
Here's to the red of it, There's not a thread of it, No, not a shred of it, In all the spread of it, From foot to head, But heroes bled for it, Faced steel and lead for it, Precious blood shed for it, Bathing in red.
John daly— John Daly, A Toast to the Flag.
Hail, Columbia! happy land! Hail, ye heroes! heavenborn band! Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause.
— Joseph Hopkinson, Hail Columbia.
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— Omar Khayyam, Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (1120), Stanza 19. FitzGerald's translation.
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— Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto IV (1818), Stanza 130.
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled; Scots, wham Bruce has aften led. Welcome to your gory bed, or to victory!
Robert Burns— Robert Burns, Bruce to his Men at Bannockburn.
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— Speech in the Commons during the debate which preceded the "Vote of No Addresses" (January 1648) as recorded in the diary of John Boys of Kent.
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.
— New England, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
