Quotes about brutish
A Farce.
Caesar thought he was out of reach
'midst weeds and grass, he ate a peach.
Pompeia, his wife, found him at last
Palms held up, she delivered a blast.
'Caesar, new lawn is coming today,
get busy, clear weeds, cut grass, don't play.'.
He said 'Stop, enough of your SNORTS AND BAWL'.
Biting ONCE MORE INTO THE PEACH, he obeyed her call.
And when he was done, found that that wasn't all.
'RAKE HAY WHILE THE SUN SHINES'
said Gran with a fag on her lip
'SEIZE THE HAY', said Pompeia,
whilst beating cream with a whip.
Caesar said 'How about help, I'd expect no less'.
'We're making a trifle for Dan's wife Ness'.
'Who? '
'you know, NESS ESSITY..........THE MOTHER OF VIN VENTION'.
Caesar stuck in his finger and licked causing tension
'Why? ', wailed Pompeia and hit him with a sieve. Ding!
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poem by Diane Hine
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The Virgin's last breath
It is a morning calm and still
On the valley covered in lush green
The sun is creeping over the hill
The lilies of the valley in their full sheen
Scattered around in this picturque scene
Are yellow maringold and blossom white
And wild flowers fighting to be seen
Praising heaven for another daylight
Underneath a tall rainforest tree
Sit i quietly taking inventory
Of a brand new day so gay to see
But there is a hidden history
Six seasons rainfall cannot wash
Nor could six seasons wind sweep
Six years now, i will tell it afresh
For heaven still look down on men and weep
Here, not far, i swear, about six feet
Is the footpath to the village stream
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poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Alsace-Lorraine
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The sister Hours in circles linked,
Daughters of men, of men the mates,
Are gone on flow with the day that winked,
With the night that spanned at golden gates.
Mothers, they leave us, quickening seed;
They bear us grain or flower or weed,
As we have sown; is nought extinct
For them we fill to be our Fates.
Life of the breath is but the loan;
Passing death what we have sown.
Pearly are they till the pale inherited stain
Deepens in us, and the mirrors they form on their flow
Darken to feature and nature: a volumed chain,
Sequent of issue, in various eddies they show.
Theirs is the Book of the River of Life, to read
Leaf by leaf by reapers of long-sown seed:
There doth our shoot up to light from a spiriting sane
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poem by George Meredith
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Man as an individual is a genius. But men in the mass form the Headless Monster, a great, brutish idiot that goes where prodded.
classic quote by Charlie Chaplin
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The life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
Thomas Hobbes in The Leviathan
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Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts.
quote by Thomas Carlyle
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War means blind obedience, unthinking stupidity, brutish callousness, wanton destruction, and irresponsible murder.
quote by Alexander Berkman
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If the individual is a unit in a corporate mass, his life is not merely brutish and short, but dull and mechanical.
quote by Herbert Read
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Man as an individual is a genius. But men in the mass form the headless monster, a great, brutish idiot that goes where prodded.
quote by Charlie Chaplin
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Men are as we have always known them, neither better nor worse from the hearts of rogues there springs a latent honesty, from the depths of honest men there emerges a brutish appetite - a thirst for extermination, a desire for blood.
quote by Frederica Montseny
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