"Cheerfully and gratefully I lay myself and all I am or own at the feet of Him who redeemed me with His precious blood, engaging to follow Him, bearing the cross He lays upon me." This is the least I can do, and I do it while my heart lies broken and bleeding at His feet.
There it is in such patient silence that we accumulate the inward power which we distribute and spend in action; that the soul acquires a greater and more vigorous being, and gathers up its collective forces to bear down upon the piecemeal difficulties of life and scatter them to dust; there alone can we enter into that spirit of self-abandonment by which we take up the cross of duty, however heavy, with feet however worn and bleeding.wayland hoyt
Counting the slow heart beats, The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats, Wakeful they lie.
The sailing pine, the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar never dry, The builder oak, sole king of forests all, The aspen good for staves, the cypress funeral. The laurel, meed of mighty conquerors And poets sage, the fir that weepeth still, The willow worn of forlorn paramours, The ewe obedient to the benders will, The birch for shafts, the sallow for the mill, The myrrh sweet bleeding in the bitter wound, The warlike beech, the ash for nothing ill, The fruitful olive, and the platan round, The carver holme, the maple seldom inward sound.Edmund Spenser
However, at the gallows, he made a sensible and spirited speech; among other things, told them they were shedding the blood of the innocent, and that if he had ten thousand lives, he would lay them all down, if called to it, in defence of his injured, bleeding Country.
"Shells with lip, or tooth, or bleeding gum,Tell-tale shells, and shells that whisper 'Come',Shells that stammer, blush, and yet are dumb – ""O let me hear!"thomas sturge moore
I do not want to criticize while my soldiers are still bleeding and dying in Iraq.eric shinseki
Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies,And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies.How are the mighty fallen!Hush'd be my sorrow, gently fall my tears,Lest my sad tale should reach the alien's ears:Bid Fame be dumb, and tremble to proclaimIn heathen Gath, or Ascalon, our shameLest proud Philistia, lest our haughty foe,With impious scorn insult our solemn woe.william somervile
Into the woods thenceforth in hast she went,To seeke for hearbes, that mote him remedy;For she of hearbes had great intendiment,Taught of the Nymphe, which from her infancyHer nourced had in trew Nobility:There, whether it divine Tobacco were,Or Panachaea, or Polygony,She found, and brought it to her patient deareWho al this while lay bleeding out his hart-bloud neare.Edmund Spenser
For freedom 's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.lord byron
I thought that prattling boys and girls Would fill this empty room; That my rich heart would gather flowers From childhood's opening bloom. One child and two green graves are mine, This is God's gift to me; A bleeding, fainting, broken heart This is my gift to Thee.elizabeth payson prentiss
Will moved on grimly, screwing up his eyes against the glare, ignoring the worsening pain from his hand, and finally reaching a state in which movement alone was good and stillness bad, so that he suffered more from resting than from toiling on. And since the failure of the witches' spell to stop his bleeding, he thought they were regarding him with fear, too, as if he was marked by some curse greater than their own powers.philip pullman
I do not want to criticize while my soldiers are still bleeding and dying in Iraq.
Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?william shakespeare
For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft is ever won.lord byron
The fire-eyed maid of smoky war All hot and bleeding will we offer them.
He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war.william shakespeare
When the swallows homeward fly, When the roses scattered lie, When from neither hill or dale, Chants the silvery nightingale: In these words my bleeding heart Would to thee its grief impart; When I thus thy image lose Can I, ah! can I, e'er know repose?
He is come to ope The purple testament of bleeding war.