There is a tide in the affairs of women, Which taken at the flood, leadsGod knows where.
"The high tide!" King Alfred cried. "The high tide and the turn! As a tide turns on the tall grey seas, See how they waver in the trees, How stray their spears, how knock their knees, How wild their watchfires burn!
We write in sand, our language grows, And like our tide ours overflows.Edmund Waller
When Pearse summoned Cuchulain to his side, What stalked through the Post Office? What intellect, What calculation, number, measurement, replied? We Irish, born into that ancient sect But thrown upon this filthy modern tide And by its formless spawning fury wrecked, Climb to our proper dark, that we may trace The lineaments of a plummet-measured face.William Butler Yeats
Now shall I become a common tale, A ruin'd fragment of a worn-out world; Unchanging record of unceasing change. Eternal landmark to the tide of time. Swift generations, that forget each other, Shall still keep up the memory of my shame Till I am grown an unbelieved fable.hartley coleridge
A poor man's wrong and mine and all the world's, Diverse and individual, many and one, Insufferable of long-suffering less than God's, Of all endurance unendurable else, Being come to flood and fullness now, the tide Is risen in mine as in the sea's own heart To tempest and to triumph. Not for nought Am I that wild wife's bridegroom old and hoar, Not sapless yet nor soulless.algernon charles swinburne
Truth alone will endure, all the rest will be swept away before the tide of time. I must continue to bear testimony to truth even if I am forsaken by all. Mine may today be a voice in the wilderness, but it will be heard when all other voices are silenced, if it is the voice of Truth.Mahatma Gandhi
Backward, flow backward, O full tide of years! I am so weary of toil and of tears, Toil without recompense tears all in vain, Take them and give me my childhood again. I have grown weary of dust and decay, Weary of flinging my heart's wealth away Weary of sowing for others to reap; Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.
...throughout the world , except in the abodes of the guilty , goes out to the British airmen who, undaunted by odds, unwearied in their constant challenge and mortal danger , are turning the tide of world war by their prowess and their devotion.
When you were a tadpole and I was a fish, in the Palæozoic time And side by side in the sluggish tide, we sprawled in the ooze and slime.langdon smith
Mystery: Time and tide shall pass,I am the Wisdom Looking-Glass.This is the Ruby none can touch:Many have loved it overmuch;Its fathomless fires flutter and sigh,Being as images of the flameThat shall make earth and heaven the sameWhen the fire of the end reddens the sky,And the world consumes like a burning pall,Till where there is nothing, there is all.Alfred Noyes
Truly we are passing through disastrous times, when we may well make our own the lamentation of the Prophet: "There is no truth, and there is no mercy, and there is no knowledge of God in the land" (Hosea 4:1). Yet in the midst of this tide of evil, the Virgin Most Merciful rises before our eyes like a rainbow, as the arbiter of peace between God and man.pope pius x
The elements are now reversed. It is no longer the end of time and of the world which will show retrospectively that men were mad not to have been prepared for them; it is the tide of madness, its secret invasion, that shows that the world is near its final catastrophe; it is man’s insanity that invokes and makes necessary the world’s end.
She has no strong white arms to fold you, But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you.rudyard kipling
As I have seen a swan With bootless labour swim against the tide And spend her strength with over-matching waves.william shakespeare
Some 5000 years ago, Diu was described as “Dev Bhadra”, or “fortress of the gods” in the epic Mahabharata . Even now, remains of the old fortifications can still be seen at low tide.
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.bayard taylor
Sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o’ the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a’ babbled of green fields.william shakespeare