Quotes about beaten, page 4
The House Of Dust: Complete
I.
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.
And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,
The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
The purple lights leap down the hill before him.
The gorgeous night has begun again.
'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams,
I will hold my light above them and seek their faces.
I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins . . .'
The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness,
Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest,
Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.
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poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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V. Count Guido Franceschini
Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court,
I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down
Without help, make shift to even speak, you see,
Fortified by the sip of … why, 't is wine,
Velletri,—and not vinegar and gall,
So changed and good the times grow! Thanks, kind Sir!
Oh, but one sip's enough! I want my head
To save my neck, there's work awaits me still.
How cautious and considerate … aie, aie, aie,
Nor your fault, sweet Sir! Come, you take to heart
An ordinary matter. Law is law.
Noblemen were exempt, the vulgar thought,
From racking; but, since law thinks otherwise,
I have been put to the rack: all's over now,
And neither wrist—what men style, out of joint:
If any harm be, 't is the shoulder-blade,
The left one, that seems wrong i' the socket,—Sirs,
Much could not happen, I was quick to faint,
Being past my prime of life, and out of health.
In short, I thank you,—yes, and mean the word.
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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We are beaten, we will make no bones about it; but we are not too badly beaten still to fight.
quote by James Larkin
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A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He says ""I was beaten,"" he does not say ""My men were beaten"".
quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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Having been to Europe and working and traveling there, the restaurants my wife and I remember were always off the beaten trail restaurants. So I tried to seek a little 'off the beaten trail,' but cool area.
quote by Todd English
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Where Home Is
Home is where my heart hasn't been
Home is where my heart's yet to be broken
Home is where I meet new sins
Home is wher I cant go back again
Home is where I haven't been beaten
Home is where my faults dont mean a thing
Home is where I haven't been beaten
Home is anywhere you and I wanna be
poem by Wild Fire
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Song Making
My heart cried like a beaten child
Ceaselessly all night long;
I had to take my own cries
And thread them into a song.
One was a cry at black midnight
And one when the first cock crew --
My heart was like a beaten child,
But no one ever knew.
Life, you have put me in your debt
And I must serve you long --
But oh, the debt is terrible
That must be paid in song.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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The New Moon
Day, you have bruised and beaten me,
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole --
Yet I have wrested a gift from you,
Day that dies in dusky blue:
For suddenly over the factories
I saw a moon in the cloudy seas --
A wisp of beauty all alone
In a world as hard and gray as stone --
Oh who could be bitter and want to die
When a maiden moon wakes up in the sky?
poem by Sara Teasdale
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W.w.j.d.
I saw a man today
he was dirty and cold
W.W.J.D.
There was a child on the street
she was beaten and scared
W.W.J.D.
A woman was sitting in her car
hurt and crying
W.W.J.D.
We have all forgotten how to be human
we no longer feel sympathy
have we forgotten what a man did for us
He was beaten, bloody, and hurt
but He carried His cross
He took away our sins
so the next time you see someone
be they hurt, scared, hungry, or cold
just for an instant think
W.W.J.D.
poem by Sierra Morrow
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Remember I told you 2
What the heck is it with you?
Why cant you see things like I do?
I see it all so very clear.
Its all clearer by the day.
Why cant you just let me go?
I cant live my life any more.
All I can do is think of my new forfound end.
Please just let me go now
Im sick and tired of fighting.
The past has beaten me
But then it had beaten me from the start.
So please please let me go
I ve nothing left to give
I cant forgive.
So when you find me cold and stiff.
Just remember I told you
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poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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