Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, I can hear from the car-park the dance has begun. Oh! full Surrey twilight! importunate band! Oh! strongly adorable tennis-girl's hand!
Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be, Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the Hunter home from the hill.Robert Louis Stevenson
I purchased a gun when I was a young man. I've been a Hunter pretty much all my life.mitt romney
Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We in the tournamentyou against me!
Awake! for Morning in the bowl of night Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's turret in a noose of light.Edward Fitzgerald
To the generation of young political reporters, Hunter was Mount Rushmore, a living god on earth.william mckeen
Some of the locals began to think that maybe Hunter was getting out of control.william mckeen
Hunter couldn't stop working. McCumber remembered Hunter working nine days without sleep.william mckeen
For greatness is only the drayhorse that coaxes The built cart out; and where we go is reason. But genius is an enormous littleness, a trickling Of heart that covers alike the hare and the Hunter.Kenneth Patchen
My heart is a lonely Hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.
The contradictions in Renan , his feminine sensibility, coquetry, unavowed egotism, and sudden emotional outbursts, all indicate a soul deliberately using distraction as a means of evasion. The perpetual equivocation bears witness to God in the same way as the twisting and turning of a hunted animal indicates the presence of an unseen Hunter.Georges Bernanos
Men would bless you or curse you; The curse, a protest against failure, The blessing, a hymn of the Hunter Who comes back from the hills With provision for his mate.khalil gibran
A peculiar virtue in wildlife ethics is that the Hunter ordinarily has no gallery to applaud or disapprove of his conduct. Whatever his acts, they are dictated by his own conscience, rather than by a mob of onlookers. It is difficult to exaggerate the importance of this fact.aldo leopold
Oh, where did Hunter win So delicate a skin For her feet? You lucky little kid, You perished, so you did, For my sweet.
The Hunter for aphorisms on human nature has to fish in muddy water, and he is ever condemned to find much of his own mind.
Twilight, a timid fawn, went glimmering by. And Night, the dark-blue Hunter, followed fast.