It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.
It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.
We live in the midst of alarms anxiety beclouds the future we expect some new disaster with each newspaper we read.
No alarms
Of bugles, no high flags, no clamorous haste --
Only a lift and flare of eyes that faced
The sun, like a friend with whom their love is done.
Is the world full of peace or alarms?
I'd like people to listen to our soldiers. They were there. They heard the alarms go off. They tasted the substance in the air. They spit up blood. They had rashes on their bodies. They got sick.
As the poet has expected, the alarms now are sounded, for - and it must be said again - the birth of a poet is always a threat to the existing cultural order, because he attempts to break through the circle of literary castes to reach the center.
The free expression of opinion, as experience has taught us, is the safety-valve of passion. The noise of the rushing steam, when it escapes, alarms the timid but it is the sign that we are safe. The concession of reasonable privilege anticipates the growth of furious-appetite.
For in the first place the American people could not have been swept too fast and too far in this movement without enough alarms being sounded to be heard and heeded.
Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms.
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
I feel engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces whereof I know nothing, and which know nothing of me. I am terrified. The eternal silence of these infinite spaces alarms me.
The look of love alarms
Because 'tis fill'd with fire;
But the look of soft deceit
Shall Win the lover's hire.
Every sound alarms.
First off, we've had sworn testimony from soldiers and testimony before our staff that wasn't sworn, that said these alarms rarely went off, that they went off after the war in most cases and went off a lot.
And we are here as on a darkling plain; Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
The look of love alarms Because tis filled with fire But the look of soft deceit Shall sin the lovers hire.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories