The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade.
From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas – Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides! Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land.
At the heart of its strength is a weakness: a lone candle can hold it back. Love is more than a candle, love can ignite the stars.
Lovelyare the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.George Meredith
Twenty years ago, on June 5, 1989, following weeks of huge protests in Beijing and a crackdown that resulted in the deaths of hundreds, a lone man stepped in front of a column of tanks rumbling past Tiananmen Square.:; The moment instantly became a symbol of the protests as well as a symbol against oppression worldwide an anonymous act of defiance seared into our collective consciousnesses.
lone, lone, and lone I stand, With none to hear my cry, As the black feet of the night Go walking down the sky.Dame MaryJean ne e Mary Jean Cameron Gilmore
Hear it, O Thyrsis, still our tree is there! Ah, vain! These English fields, this upland dim, These brambles pale with mist engarlanded, That lone, sky-pointing tree, are not for him; To a boon southern country he is fled, And now in happier air, Wandering with the great Mother’s train divine (And purer or more subtle soul than thee, I trow, the mighty Mother doth not see) Within a folding of the Apennine.Matthew Arnold
Remote remote Cold Mountain road Cold cold ice cold cliff Chirp chirp often many birds lone lone no sign people Swish swish wind blow face Gentle gentle snow settle head Day day no see sun Year year no see springhan shan
The higher the trail the steeper it grows Ten thousand tiers of dangerous cliffs The stone bridge is slippery with green moss Cloud after cloud keeps flying by Waterfalls hang like ribbons of silk The moon shines down on the bright pool I climb the highest peak once more To wait where the lone crane flieshan shan
“Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high “The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die “The good that ye did for the sake of men in little earth so lone!” And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as a rain-washed bone.rudyard kipling
Remote remote Cold Mountain road Cold cold ice cold cliff Chirp chirp often many birds lone lone no sign people Swish swish wind blow face Gentle gentle snow settle head Day day no see sun Year year no see spring
The higher the trail the steeper it grows Ten thousand tiers of dangerous cliffs The stone bridge is slippery with green moss Cloud after cloud keeps flying by Waterfalls hang like ribbons of silk The moon shines down on the bright pool I climb the highest peak once more To wait where the lone crane flies
Nathless the sacred shrine is holy yet, With its lone floors where reverent feet once trod. Take off your shoes as by the burning bush, Before the mystery of death and God.Emma Lazarus
But now being lifted into high society, And having pick'd up several odds and ends Of free thoughts in his travels for variety, He deem'd, being in a lone isle, among friends, That without any danger of a riot, he Might for long lying make himself amends; And singing as he sung in his warm youth, Agree to a short armistice with truth.lord byron
Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god, He made the barren waste his lone abode, And oft on soaring pinions hover'd o'er The lofty palace then his own no more.james beattie
The Lotos blooms below the barren peak: The Lotos blooms by every winding creek: All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone: Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone, Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown.
He stood beside a cottage lone, and listened to a lute, one summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, and the nightingale was mute.
My definition of an intellectual is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the lone Ranger.Billy Connolly