We need a Napoleon. An Alexander. Except that Napoleon lost in the end, and Alexander flamed out and died young. We need a Julius Caesar, except that he made himself a dictator, and died for it.
Quotes about flamed (7 Quotes)
It drew aside the window-curtain and looked out; perhaps it saw dawn approaching, for, taking the candle, it retreated to the door. Just at my bedside, the figure stopped: the fiery eyes glared upon me-she thrust up her candle close to my face, and extinguished it under my eyes. I was aware her lurid visage flamed over mine, and I lost consciousness: for the second time in my life-only the second time-I became insensible from terror.
She looked into the distance, and the old terror flamed up for an instant, then sank again. Edna heard her father's voice and her sister Margaret's. She heard the barking of an old dog that was chained to the sycamore tree. The spurs of the cavalry office
Out of doubt, out of dark to the days rising I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.To hopes end I rode and to hearts breakingNow for wrath, now for ruin and red nightfallThese staves he spoke, yet he laughed as he said them. For once more the lust of battle was on him and he was young, and he was still unscathed, and he was king, lord of a fell people. But even as he laughed at despair he looked out again at the black ships and lifted his sword to defy them. And then wonder took him, and great joy and he threw up his sword in the sunlight and sang as he caught it. All eyes followed his gaze, and upon the foremost ship, a great standard broke, and the wind displayed it as she turned toward the Harlond. There flowered a White Tree, and that was for Gondor but Seven Stars were about it, and a high crown above it, the signs of Elendil that no lord had born for years beyond count. And the stars flamed in he sunlight, for they were wrought of gems by Arwen daughter of Elrond and the crown was bright in the morning, for it was wrought of mithril and gold. Thus came Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Elessar, Isildur's heir, out of the Paths of the Dead, born upon a wind from the Sea to the kingdom of Gondor and the mirth if the Rohirrim was a torrent of laughter and a flashing of swords, and the joy of the City was a music of trumpets and a ringing of bells. But the hosts of Mordor were seized with bewilderment, and a great wizardry it seemed to them that their own ships could be filled with their foes and a black dread fell upon them, knowing that the tides of fate had turned against them and their doom was near at hand.
Winter Song The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven where they glowed Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide, And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed, Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed. From off your face, into the winds of winter, The sun-brown and the summer-gold are blowing But they shall gleam with spiritual glinter, When paler beauty on your brows falls snowing, And through those snows my looks shall be soft-going.
And Life has fired, and Death not shaded,
All Time's uncounted bliss,
And the height o' the world has flamed and faded,
Love, that our love be this!
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves; And flamed upon the brazen graves; Of bold Sir Lancelot.