Quotes about strand (16 Quotes)


    Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land Whose heart hath neer within him burnd, As home his footsteps he hath turnd From wandering on a foreign strand If such there breathe, go mark him well For him no Minstrel raptures swell High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonord, and unsung.


    O what their joy and their glory must be, Those endless sabbaths the blessed ones see crowns for the valiant, for weary ones rest God shall be all, and in all ever blest. Truly Jerusalem name we that shore, vision of peace that brings hope evermore wish and fulfillment shall severed be ne'er, nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer. There, where no trouble distraction can bring, we the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing, while for thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise thy blessed people eternally raise. Now, in the meantime, with hearts raised on high, we for that country must yearn and must sigh, seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, through the long exile on Babylon's strand. Low before him with our praises we fall, of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all of whom, the Father and in whom, the Son through whom, the Spirit, with both ever one.





    They had certainly exasperated them, and could not disperse them, as after every charge - and some of these drove the people right against the shutters in the shops in the Strand - they returned again.

    I think it is just stupid economics for a government to approach economic management from a strand of thinking regarding unions as enemies.


    What about the hero of The House on the Strand? What did it mean when he dropped the telephone at the end of the book? I don't really know, but I rather think he was going to be paralysed for life. Don't you?

    By then I was in Brooklyn and drank my way through that summer. I stopped when I got sick of that and got a job at the Strand bookstore, which was a little better than the tax job.

    How shall I a habit break As you did that habit make As you gathered you must loose As you yielded, now refuse. Thread by thread the strand we twist Till they bind us neck and wrist Thread by thread the patient hand Must untwine ere free we stand As we builded stone by stone, We must toil, unhelped, alone, Till the wall is overthrown.







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