I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the battle of life, The hymn of the wounded, the beaten who died overwhelmed in the strife; Not the jubilant song of the victors for whom the resounding acclaim Of nations was lifted in chorus whose brows wore the chaplet of fame, But the hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart, Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part.
This country, with its institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it. Whenever they shall grow weary of the existing government, they can exercise their constitutional right of amending it, or exercise their revolutionary right to dismember or overthrow it.Abraham Lincoln
Thirsty, weary, dissatisfied in this sultry life, come as you are; come at once; come because you are invited; as you would not do affront to infinite Generosity, come, and drink, and live forever.
While we shall never weary in the defense of freedom, neither shall we ever abandon the pursuit of peace.john f. kennedy
Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balmFor eyes grown weary of the garish day!Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray,Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palmThe poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm.julia caroline dorr
Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.philip sidney
The head must bow, and the back will have to bend, Wherever the darkey may go; A few more days, and the trouble all will end, In the field where the sugar-canes grow. A few more days for to tote the weary load, No matter, 't will never be light; A few more days till we totter on the road: Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!stephen foster
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.
Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.william blake
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscapes on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.thomas gray
Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to My breast.George Herbert
Jenny kissed me when we met,Jumping from the chair she sat in;Time, you thief, who love to getSweets into your list, put that in.Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,Say that health and wealth have missed me;Say I'm growing old, but addJenny kissed me.leigh hunt
The night folds her trembling hands over a weary world. Out of a pale blue rises the shining moon. My thoughts are flying to the stars like lonely swans.joseph goebbels
Understand me: I wish to be a man from somewhere, a man among men. You see, a slave, when he passes by, weary and surly, carrying a heavy load, limping along and looking down at his feet, only at his feet to avoid falling down; he is in his town, like a leaf in greenery, like a tree in a forest, argos surrounds him, heavy and warm, full of herself; I want to be that slave, Electra, I want to pull the city around me and to roll myself up in it like a blanket. I will not leave.jean-paul sartre
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.thomas hood
Rest, weary heart, From all Thy silent griefs and secret pain, Thy profitless regrets, and longings vain; Wisdom and love have ordered all the past, All shall be blessedness and joy af last; Cast off the cares that have so long oppressed; Rest, sweetly rest!
Never did a man more weary go to eternal rest.
There shall be no more snow No weary noontide heat, So we lift our trusting eyes From the hills our Fathers trod: To the quiet of the skies: To the Sabbath of our God.felicia hemans
The stars went out and so did the moon. The singer stopped playing and went to bed While the weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.langston hughes