The splendour falls on castle walls; And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dyi.
Quotes about splendour (16 Quotes)
He indeed cloys with sweetness he obscures with splendour he fatigues with gaiety. We are stifled on beds of roses.
The dinner was as remarkable for the splendour and completeness of its appointments as the mansion itself, and the company were remarkable for doing it ample justice, in which respect Messrs Pyke and Pluck particularly signalised themselves these two gentlemen eating of every dish, and drinking of every bottle, with a capacity and perseverance truly astonishing. They were remarkably fresh, too, notwithstanding their great exertions for, on the appearance of the dessert, they broke out again, as if nothing serious had taken place since breakfast.
Cruelty to dumb animals is one of the distinguishing vices of low and base minds. Wherever it is found, it is a certain mark of ignorance and meanness a mark which all the external advantages of wealth, splendour, and nobility, cannot obliterate. It is consistent neither with learning nor true civility.
If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.
What though the radiance which was once so bright; Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour; Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find; Strength in what remains behin.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
With this sense of the splendour of our experience and of its awful brevity, gathering all we are into one desperate effort to see and touch, we shall hardly have time to make theories about the things we see and touch.
When it passes towards the east, the sun begins to have less effect upon it, and a thin line on the edge of its bright side emits its splendour towards the earth.
To be under pressure is inescapable. Pressure takes place through all the world war, siege, the worries of state. We all know men who grumble under these pressures and complain. They are cowards. They lack splendour. But there is another sort of man who is under the same pressure but does not complain, for it is the friction which polishes him. It is the pressure which refines and makes him noble.
O worship the King, all glorious above O gratefully sing his power and his love Our Shield and Defender - the Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendour, and girded with praise.
Miss Mills replied, on general principles, that the Cottage of content was better than the Palace of cold splendour, and that where love was, all was.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
Bind on thy sandals, O thou most fleet, Over the splendour and speed of thy feet; For the faint east quickens, the wan west shivers, Round the feet of the day and the feet of the night.
The future of mankind seems to be a religious one, and religion can be a way for the modern man or the man of the future to save himself, if it used appropriately and wrongfully as it was done by now. Religion must no and is not allowed to become a dictatorship of a divinity behind which interests alien to the scared self of the Man are hidden. Religion must be the mirror of the sacred self in which it can see its true splendour. Through religion we have to understand the way through which the human being finds its true freedom when it is referenced to the society to which he belongs. This path will lead the man to re-find himself in his own religion and not religion to re-find itself in man by force, by humiliating him and deeming him as null in front of the divinity.
We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings they are other nations caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.