Quotes about fife, page 3
Song for Ballyheigue
County Kerry, Ireland
Twig fire limn
eight fairy
in a lour cave mouth
Four of whom
a tabor thrum
Four of whom
breathe zephyr
through wee fife
All of whom
leap star,
the joy of life
All of whom
sing lark,
the yet to come
poem by Donal Mahoney
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An Innocent Song
I lay me down
at the end of the day
and always before
I start to pray.
I do not think of
a formalized verse.
Because to me
that would be worse
than an inner talk
that honors all life,
an inner praise
that plays like a fife
an innocent song
for God.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Mom
Thanks for all the car you give
thanks for all the days you live
thanks for giving me life
thanks for not feeding me squiggle fife
thanks for sending me to school
thanks for getting mad and keeping your cool
I hope that when you look at you
a part of me you will always see
poem by Courtney Sycowski
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The National Guardsman
I'm a gorgeous golden hero
And my trade is taking life.
Hear the twittle-twittle-tweero
Of my sibillating fife
And the rub-a-dub-a-dum
Of my big bass drum!
I'm an escort strong and bold,
The Grand Army to protect.
My countenance is cold
And my attitude erect.
I'm a Californian Guard
And my banner flies aloft,
But the stones are O, so hard!
And my feet are O, so soft!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Youth
She paved the way with perfume sweet
Of flowers that moved like winds alight,
And never weary grew my feet
Wandering through[the spring's delight.
She dropped her sweet fife to her lips
And lured me with her melodies,
To where the great big wandering ships
Put out into the peaceful seas.
But when the year grew chill and brown,
And all the wings of Summer flown,
Within the tumult of a town
She left me to grow old alone.
poem by Francis Ledwidge
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The Silent Battle
(In Memory of J. W. T. Jr.)
He was a soldier in that fight
Where there is neither flag nor drum,
And without sound of musketry
The stealthy foemen come.
Year in, year out, by day and night
They forced him to a slow retreat,
And for his gallant fight alone
No fife was blown, and no drum beat.
In winter fog, in gathering mist
The gray grim battle had its end --
And at the very last we knew
His enemy had turned his friend.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind farewell content Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue O, farewell Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell Othello's occupation's gone
quote by William Shakespeare
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Tie with Lie
Oh, What a world full of lies
Whether you are dark or white
Even people who wear nice ties
None can fortell or say it right
Oh, shining star I want you to see
As I behold you I taste all delight
Why most liars usually flee
Why is all the time human in plight
Run, run star how can I catch you
My eyes observe this as we live one life
Whenever I ponder are star like us too
To be born in life with the sound of fife
Where is truth and How can I reach
What I oft encounter is my father preach
poem by Muhammad Shakour Algnash
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On the Idle Hill of Summer
On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
Drumming like a noise in dreams.
Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
Soldiers marching, all to die.
East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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A Man from Mesopotamia
I asked a man from Mesopotamia
What is life
He asked me in turn
The thane of Fife had a wife
Where is she now
The rolling seas that drowned thousand ships
Of Ur Mesopotamia
And that laughed at the gasoline afire
Flung into her breast
When fire broke out in Iraq
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poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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