Quotes
Quotes about War
Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
The warmest welcome at an inn.
O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
Give ample room and verge enough
The characters of hell to trace.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
The royal navy of England hath ever been its greatest defence and ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength,--the floating bulwark of our island.
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
"War," says Machiavel, "ought to be the only study of a prince;" and by a prince he means every sort of state, however constituted. "He ought," says this great political doctor, "to consider peace only as a breathing-time, which gives him leisure to contrive, and furnishes ability to execute military plans." A meditation on the conduct of political societies made old Hobbes imagine that war was the state of nature.
The worthy gentleman who has been snatched from us at the moment of the election, and in the middle of the contest, whilst his desires were as warm and his hopes as eager as ours, has feelingly told us what shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue.
People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors.
Elegant as simplicity, and warm
As ecstasy.
Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.
Those golden times
And those Arcadian scenes that Maro sings,
And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose.
But war's a game which were their subjects wise
Kings would not play at.
An honest man, close-button'd to the chin,
Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.
Beware of desperate steps! The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.
To be prepared for war is one of the most effectual means of preserving peace.
The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epocha in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward for evermore.
Life! we 've been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
'T is hard to part when friends are dear,--
Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear;
Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not "Good night," but in some brighter clime
Bid me "Good morning."
Equal and exact justice to all men, of whatever state or persuasion, religious or political; peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations,--entangling alliances with none; the support of the State governments in all their rights, as the most competent administrations for our domestic concerns, and the surest bulwarks against anti-republican tendencies; the preservation of the general government in its whole constitutional vigour, as the sheet anchor of our peace at home and safety abroad;...freedom of religion; freedom of the press; freedom of person under the protection of the habeas corpus; and trial by juries impartially selected,--these principles form the bright constellation which has gone before us, and guided our steps through an age of revolution and reformation.
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean,
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty!
Let the toast pass;
Drink to the lass;
I 'll warrant she 'll prove an excuse for the glass.
To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen.
