But ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be.
But ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be.
Thou madest man, he knows not why.
We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed.
Behold a man raised up by Christ.
Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furled In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
Man for the field and woman for the hearth Man for the sword and for the needle she Man with the head and woman with the heart Man to command and woman to obey All else confusion.
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.
The greater man, the greater courtesy.
Much have I seen and known cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honoured of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man and true; I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do.
Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
The days darken round me and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Mans word is God in man.
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.
Wielder of the stateliest measure ever moulded by the lips of man.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side Is there no baseness we would hide No inner vileness that we dread How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
That eternal want of pence; Which vexes public men.
Forward the Light Brigade'Was there a man dismayed.
In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.
For man is man and master of his fate.
Man is the hunter woman is his game The sleek and the shining creatures of the chase, We hunt them for the beauty of their skins They love us for it, and we ride them down.
For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
God made the woman for the man, And for the good and increase of the world.
The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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