Quotes about 8 march, page 13
An English Ballad, On The Taking Of Namur, By The King Of Great Britain
Dulce est desipere in loco.
Some Folks are drunk, yet do not know it:
So might not Bacchus give You Law?
Was it a Muse, O lofty Poet,
Or Virgin of St. Cyr, You saw?
Why all this Fury? What's the Matter,
That Oaks must come from Thrace to dance?
Must stupid Stocks be taught to flatter?
And is there no such Wood in France?
Why must the Winds all hold their Tongue?
If they a little Breath should raise;
Would that have spoil'd the Poet's Song;
Or puff'd away the Monarch's Praise?
II.
Pindar, that Eagle, mounts the Skies;
While Virtue leads the noble Way:
Too like a Vultur Boileau flies,
Where sordid Interest shows the Prey.
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poem by Matthew Prior
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From Epidermal Taxidermy to Internal Epiphany
FROM EPIDERMAL TAXIDERMY TO INTERNAL EPIPHANY
Portrait of fair mind is neither, nor!
neither mastered nor in pieces shred,
displayed to touring tourists - Turrell's bore -
whose dreams no themes of genius hint ahead.
Could paint drip down to mop pain's vail of tears,
unveiling pooled oasis to exchange,
past wraith, fresh faith to grace remaining years,
then fears would fade before excitement strange.
From monochrome to rainbow glow display
“we are such stuff as dreams are made of” shows,
no lifeless stuffing, feathers drooping, fray;
vitality surpasses surface glows
to put to shame greyed taxidermist’s skills
forever fixed in time: true talent spills.
True talent overflows as curiousity
channels potential, recent acquisitions,
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The Centerarian's Story
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary;
The hill-top is nigh--but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;)
Up the path you have follow'd me well, spite of your hundred and
extra years;
You can walk, old man, though your eyes are almost done;
Your faculties serve you, and presently I must have them serve me.
Rest, while I tell what the crowd around us means;
On the plain below, recruits are drilling and exercising;
There is the camp--one regiment departs to-morrow;
Do you hear the officers giving the orders?
Do you hear the clank of the muskets? 10
Why, what comes over you now, old man?
Why do you tremble, and clutch my hand so convulsively?
The troops are but drilling--they are yet surrounded with smiles;
Around them, at hand, the well-drest friends, and the women;
While splendid and warm the afternoon sun shines down;
Green the midsummer verdure, and fresh blows the dallying breeze,
O'er proud and peaceful cities, and arm of the sea between.
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A Marching Song
We mix from many lands,
We march for very far;
In hearts and lips and hands
Our staffs and weapons are;
The light we walk in darkens sun and moon and star.
It doth not flame and wane
With years and spheres that roll,
Storm cannot shake nor stain
The strength that makes it whole,
The fire that moulds and moves it of the sovereign soul.
We are they that have to cope
With time till time retire;
We live on hopeless hope,
We feed on tears and fire;
Time, foot by foot, gives back before our sheer desire.
From the edge of harsh derision,
From discord and defeat,
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Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867
A SONG of the good green grass!
A song no more of the city streets;
A song of farms--a song of the soil of fields.
A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers
handle the pitch-fork;
A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.
For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of Autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart,
Tuning a verse for thee. 10
O Earth, that hast no voice, confide to me a voice!
O harvest of my lands! O boundless summer growths!
O lavish, brown, parturient earth! O infinite, teeming womb!
A verse to seek, to see, to narrate thee.
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Little Guns
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny soldiers, with little guns
Little tanks, no bigger than your thumb
They want you
Little people, with tiny brains
Little bullets flowing, in their veins
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
They want you, you
You, you, you, you
Little airplanes, with tiny bombs
Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of napalm
They want you
What do they want?
What do they want?
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Dont Rain On My Parade
Dont tell me not to live just sit and putter
Lifes candy and the suns a ball of butter
Dont bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Dont tell me not to fly Ive simply got to
If someone takes a spill
Its me and not you
Who told you youre allowed to rain on my parade
Chorus:
Ill march my band out
Ill beat my drum
And if Im fanned out
Your turn at bat sir
At least I didnt fake it
Hat sir, I guess I didnt make it
But whether Im the rose of sheer perfection
Or freckle on the nose of lifes complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once
Only can die once, right sir?
Love is juicy, juicy and you see
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Dont Rain On My Parade
(jule styne/bob merrill)
Dont tell me not to fly
Ive simply got to
If someone takes a spill
Its me and not you
Dont bring around the cloud to rain on my parade
Dont tell me not to leave
Just sit and putter
Lifes candy and the suns a ball of butter
Who told you youre allowed to rain on my parade
Ill march my band out
Ill beat my drum
And if Im fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didnt fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didnt make it
But whether Im the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of lifes complexion
A cinderella or a shine apple of an eye
I gotta fly once
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song performed by Diana Ross
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Whenever You Feel Like It
I can't catch my breath
whenever you feel like it..
where ever you feel like it..
how ever you feeeeeel like it..... I like it
you're wild, you're crazy
you're not like other people baby
you're a devil, you're a rebel
thats why I need you baby
your keeping my up all night
your making me feel alright
you march to the beat of your own drum baby
you can come to me
whenever you feel like it..
where ever you feel like it..
how ever you feeeeeel like it..... I like it
you're dark, you're stormy
you really do it for me
I'm here, I'm waiting
use your imagination
you're keeping my up all night
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song performed by Kylie Minogue
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The Things That Dreams Are Made Of
Take time to see the wonders of the world
To see the things youve only ever heard of
Dream life the way you think it ought to be
See things you thought youd never ever see
Take a cruise to china
Or a train to spain
Go round the world
Again and again
Meet a girl on a boat
Meet a boy on a train
And fall in love
Without the pain
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
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song performed by Human League
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