Acres Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Download Open image “I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls, The burial-ground God's-Acre.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Acres Ancient Burial Phrases
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found,- Freedom to worship God. — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
At last I took one big, callused hand and slid forward so I knelt on the boards between his knees. I laid my head against his chest, and felt his breath stir my hair. I had no words, but I had made my choice. "'Whither thou goest,'" I said. "'I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
I love this quote when Valerian the King of the Nymphs says to his mate Shaye; "I am Valerian, leader of the nymphs. You… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
Leave not a foot of verse, a foot of stone, A Page, a Grave, that they can call their own; But spread, my sons,… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
“Let us choose the rudest, roughest, most uncultivable spot, for Death's garden ground; and Death shall teach us to beautify it, grave by grave.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“We walk on the ground and give sparse recognition to the mud that will be the eternal homes for the bodies that we praise… — Crystal Evans Copy Share Image
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth… [W]hat can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground?... [N]othing can we call our own, but death... [L]et us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings:— How some… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“Let the ruins come to life In the beauty of Your name Rising up from the ashes God forever You reign” — Hillsong Copy Share Image
The land of a god corresponds with the land of his worshipers. — William Robertson Smith Copy Share Image
The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ Endymion The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between. And silver white the river gleams, As if Diana, in her dreams, Had dropt her silver bow Upon the meadows low. On such a tranquil night as this, She woke Endymion with a kiss, When, sleeping… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers,— Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics. Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners;… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
It were good to know how much hay an acre of every sort will bear; how many cattle the same weight of each sort… — William Petty Copy Share Image
In the 24 hours since this time yesterday, over 200,000 acres of rainforest have been destroyed in our world. Fully 13 million tons of toxic chemicals have been released into our environment. Over 45,000 people have died from starvation, 38,000 of them children. And more than 130 plant and animal species have been driven to extinction by the actions of… — Thom Hartmann Copy Share
About five years ago, the courses we run in the Field Trials were 52 percent timber. The hawks live in trees, and the quail… — Rick Carlisle Copy Share Image
[Footnote:] Pliny the Elder described a Whale called "Balaena or Whirlpool, which is so long and broad as to take up more in length and breadth than two acres of ground." This brings up again the old question: Are the classics doomed? Our ancestors believed that four years of this sort of information would inevitably produce a President, or at… — Will Cuppy Copy Share
Our problem with limited resources is not primarily overpopulation; it is greed. Our problem with pollution is not the invention of fluorocarbons or mass transport; it is irresponsibility. The loss of an acre of forest every second, the mass slaughter of elephants for their ivory, the extinction of entire species of plants, insects and animals all over the world is… — Winkie Pratney Copy Share
Only by himself, with one acre and a house, will a dunce be a dunce. Once he manages to gain power, he'll turn into… — Franz Grillparzer Copy Share Image
The poet is at the edge of our consciousness of the world, finding beyond the suspected nothingness which we imagine limits our perception another… — Guy Davenport Copy Share Image
There is not an acre of ground on the globe that is in possession of its rightful owner, or that has not been taken… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
