When I bestride him I soar, I am a hawk.
Steadfast of thought,Well made, well wrought,Far may be sought,Ere that ye can findSo courteous, so kindAs merry Margaret,This midsummer flower,Gentle as falconOr hawk of the tower.john skelton
I'm a hawk but no kamikaze. And Jim's a dove but he's not chicken.norman tebbit
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.william shakespeare
The wild God of the world is sometimes merciful to those That ask mercy, not often to the arrogant. You do not know him, you communal people, or you have forgotten him; Intemperate and savage, the hawk remembers him; Beautiful and wild, the hawks, and men that are dying, remember him.(John) Robinson Jeffers
I'd sooner, except the penalties, kill a man than a hawk.(John) Robinson Jeffers
And Coleridge, too, has lately taken wing, But, like a hawk encumbered with his hood, Explaining metaphysics to the nation I wished he would explain his explanation.Rochdale
It's our own story exactly! He bold as a hawk, she soft as the dawn.
Conventional wisdom is not to put all of your eggs in one basket. 80/20 wisdom is to choose a basket carefully, load all your eggs into it, and then watch it like a hawk.richard koch
And Coleridge, too, has lately taken wing, But, like a hawk encumber'd with his hood, Explaining metaphysics to the nation – I wish he would explain his Explanation.Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A serious writer is not to be confused with a solemn writer. A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay , but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.
Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?Alexander Pope
The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak And stared with his foot on the prey.
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice. But in Black hawk the scene of human life was spread out shrunken and pinched, frozen down to the bare stalk.willa cather
She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found. In all the house was heard no human sound. A chain-droop’d lamp was flickering by each door; The arras, rich with horseman, hawk, and hound, Flutter’d in the besieging wind’s uproar; And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor.john keats
I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass; I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling Lone and high, And the slow clouds go by. I will get me away to the waters that glass The clouds as they pass. I will get me away to the woods.