Deer Quotes
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My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Robert Burns— 1790 'My heart's in the Highlands', chorus.
Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam, Where the deer and the antelope play, Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy all day.
— c.1873 'Home on the Range'.
There is a road that turning always Cuts off the country of Again. Archers stand there on every side And as it runs time's deer is slain, And lies where it has lain.
Edwin Muir— 1937 'The Road'.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Robert Burns— My Heart's in the Highlands, st. 1
...for which I heartily thank you as she serveth me to great purpose. For she maketh my hunting very certain and speedy. She hath never failed me, for almost every day this week but brought me in the right way to a deer. And this last week she brought me to a stag which myself had stricken with my bow, being forced to the soil where, with the help of a greater water spaniel that forced him out of the water, your good brach helped to pluck him down.
cecil, william, 1st baron burghley— Letter to the Earl of Leicester on a hunting dog he had given Burghley, c. 1580-81.
— Conyers Read, Lord Burghley and Queen Elizabeth (London: Jonathan Cape, 1960), p. 257.
(Monte) Johnson recalled that: "Wilt had such unbelievable endurance and speed that, if he took off running, there wasn't any chance that anybody would keep up with him. He glided around the track and had the grace of a deer. I said to the coach, 'It might look like it helps us to chase him, but it may kill us because you can't catch someone who runs that fast.' After practice, he was the only one who wasn't tired. I never saw him tired."
wilt chamberlain— Wilt: Larger than Life, Robert Cherry
There is a road that turning alwaysCuts off the country of Again.Archers stand there on every sideAnd as it runs time's deer is slainAnd lies where it has lain.
Edwin Muir— "The Road", Journeys and Places (1937)
Why did the hunters in the Wealth of Nations exchange beavers for deer?
joan robinson— Chapter 14, The Philosophy of Prices, p. 146
Their strength's eternal in their sight,They overtake the deer in flight,And in their arrogance they smite;But I am sage, if they are strong:Man's love is transient as his death is long.
vita sackville-west— "The Greater Cats"
God has given the salt lick to the deer; and He has given to man, red-skin and white, the delicious spring at which to slake his thirst.
james fenimore cooper— The Pathfinder (1840)
Cold Mountain is hidden in white clouds It’s peaceful to be cut off from the busy world I use dry grass for cushions in my mountain home My only light is the round moon My bed is the rock beside the green pool Tigers and deer are my companions I delight in this happy peaceful life Forever beyond the world of men
han shan— Cold Mountain Transcendental Poetry by the t'ang zen poet han-shan (2005, 2011), tr. Wandering Poet, ISBN 978-0-6151-6006-1 ISBN 0615160069 LOC Number 2007937840
A farmer is separated from a farmer By what farmers have in common: forests, Those dark things what the fields were to begin with. At night a fox comes out of the forest, eats his chickens. At night the deer come out of the forest, eat his crops.
Randall Jarrell— "Field and Forest," lines 11-15
Some paintings become famous because, being durable, they are viewed by successive generations, in each of which are likely to be found a few appreciative eyes. I know a painting so evanescent that it is seldom viewed at all, except by some wandering deer. It is a river who wields the brush, and it is the same river who, before I can bring my friends to view his work, erases it forever.
aldo leopold— “August: The Green Pasture”, p. 51
Every one knows that there are no real forests in England.The deer in the parks of the great are demurely domestic cattle, fat as London alderman.
karl marx— Vol. I, Ch. 27, pg.803
Brambles, in particular, protect and nourish young fruit trees, and on farms bramble clumps (blackberry or one of its related cultivars) can be used to exclude deer and cattle from newly set trees. As the trees (apple, quince, plum, citrus, fig) age, and the brambles are shaded out, hoofed animals come to eat fallen fruit, and the mature trees (7 plus years old) are sufficiently hardy to withstand browsing. Our forest ancestors may well have followed some such sequences for orchard evolution, assisted by indigenous birds and mammals.
bill mollison— Permaculture: A Designers' Manual, Chapter 12.7 (1988)
[Concerning the Hemlock Spruce, now called Mountain Hemlock:] I wish I had space to write more of the surpassing beauty of this favorite spruce. ... The deer love to lie down beneath its spreading branches; bright streams from the snow that is always near ripple through its groves, and bryanthus spreads precious carpets in its shade. But the best words only hint its charms. Come to the mountains and see.
john muir— chapter 8: The Forests
I don't think I could shoot a deer. Quayle, that's something else again.
— George H. W. Bush in "YouTube video"
The pretty Lark, climbing the Welkin cleer, Chaunts with a cheer, Heer peer I neer my deer; Then stooping thence (seeming her fall to rew) Adieu (she saith) adieu, deer deer, adieu.
guillaume de salluste du bartas— Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas, Weekes and Workes, Fifth Day.
Cold Mountain is hidden in white clouds It’s peaceful to be cut off from the busy world I use dry grass for cushions in my mountain home My only light is the round moon My bed is the rock beside the green pool Tigers and deer are my companions I delight in this happy peaceful life Forever beyond the world of men
— Cold Mountain Transcendental Poetry by the t'ang zen poet han-shan (2005, 2011), tr. Wandering Poet, ISBN 978-0-6151-6006-1 ISBN 0615160069 LOC Number 2007937840
Earlier, we used to work with ivory and deer horn but now we do inlay work with plastic and different naturally coloured wood, which makes the piece very colourful.
— Arif one of the craftsman quoted in "Intricate patterns".
My heart's in the Highlands , my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
— Robert Burns, "My Heart's in the Highlands", line 1 (1790).
Your sport, my Lord, I cannot take, For I must go and hunt a lake; And while you chase the flying deer, I must fly off to Windermere. Instead of hallooing to a fox, I must catch echoes from the rocks; With curious eye and active scent, I on the Picturesque am bent.
— William Combe The Tour of Doctor Syntax in Search of the Picturesque (London: Ackermann, [1812] 1844) p. 142
Tis gold Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up Their deer to the stand o' the stealer: and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief; Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Cymbeline (1611), Act II, scene 3, line 72.
For she maketh my hunting very certain and speedy. She hath never failed me, for almost every day this week but brought me in the right way to a deer. And this last week she brought me to a stag which myself had stricken with my bow, being forced to the soil where, with the help of a greater water spaniel that forced him out of the water, your good brach helped to pluck him down.
— William Cecil, 1st Baron Burghley, letter to the Earl of Leicester on a hunting dog he had given Burghley, c. 1580-81; reported in Conyers Read, Lord Burghley and Queen Elizabeth (London: Jonathan Cape, 1960), p. 257.
Because a long stay in the same place does not add to one’s own happiness and might disturb the serene ascetics ; the deer are eaten up and the plants and herbs depleted.
— Vyasa's advise to the Pandavas, his grandsons who were staying in the forest. Quoted in p.49
Poor deer, quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.
— First Lord, Sc. i
— Quoting Jaques
The deer don't dineWhen a Wolf's about,And the PorcupineSticks his quill-points out.
arthur guiterman— Safety First
The deer don't dine When a Wolf's about, And the Porcupine Sticks his quill-points out.
arthur guiterman— Arthur Guiterman, Safety First
