Where in venerable rows Widely waving oaks enclose The moat of yonder antique hall, Swarm the rooks with clamorous call; And, to the toils of nature true, Wreath their capacious nests anew.
Patriotism consists not in waving the flag, but in striving that our country shall be righteous as well as strong.james Bryce
And he went back through the Wet Wild Woods, waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone.But he never told anybody.
He is the last of that old guard defending Cattle Land,Those knights who jousted for the cause — blood brothers of the brand;But now they’ve fenced the water-hole, they’re harrowing the plain,They’re changing all the sagebrush flats to fields of waving grain;The cowmen will be gone, they say, and there are no recruits —Good-bye, brave cattle-puncher in the high-heeled boots!Arthur Chapman
Go bow thy head in gentle spite,Thou lily white,For she who spies thee waving here,With thee in beauty can compareAs day with night.james matthews legaré
And who can boast he never felt the fires, The trembling throbbings of the young desires, When he beheld the breathing roses glow, And the soft heavings of the living snow; The waving ringlets of the auburn hair, And all the rapturous graces of the fair! Oh! what defence, if fixt on him, he spy The languid sweetness of the stedfast eye! Ye who have felt the dear luxurious smart, When angel-charms oppress the powerless heart, In pity here relent the brow severe, And o'er Fernando's weakness drop the tear.william julius mickle
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields,
See how these names are fêted in the waving grass
And by the streamers of the white cloud
And whispers of the wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
What we see as death, empty space, or nothingness is only the trough between the crests of this endlessly waving ocean. It is all part of the illusion that there should seem to be something to be gained in the future, and that there is an urgent necessity to go on and on until we get it. Yet just as there is no time but the present, and no one except the all-and-everything, there is never anything to be gained though the zest of the game is to pretend that there is.alan watts
A hundred years ago or even a couple of generations ago you do not encounter the sort of waving of the bloody shirt of prejudice that greets you on all sides now. Men did not profess such indignation that other men had differing convictions and viewpoints. They rather expected to encounter these, and to argue with them as best they could.richard weaver
O sacred solitude! divine retreat! Choice of the prudent! envy of the great, By thy pure stream, or in thy waving shade, We court fair wisdom, that celestial maid.Edward Young
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.Alexander Pope
He is the last of that old guard defending Cattle Land, Those knights who jousted for the cause blood brothers of the brand; But now they’ve fenced the water-hole, they’re harrowing the plain, They’re changing all the sagebrush flats to fields of waving grain; The cowmen will be gone, they say, and there are no recruits Good-bye, brave cattle-puncher in the high-heeled boots!
Go bow thy head in gentle spite, Thou lily white, For she who spies thee waving here, With thee in beauty can compare As day with night.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow.
You can turn back on a person, but you can never turn your back on a drug, especially when it's waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye.
Lila, did you see that lila? [a young girl runs out of the landing strip waving her arms excitedly.] He surprised us, he played with us by coming down on the wrong landing strip!
And the South Wind he was dressed With a ribbon round his breast That floated, flapped, and fluttered In a riotous unrest And a drapery of mist From the shoulder to the wrist Floating backward with the motion Of the waving hand he kissed.james whitcomb riley