Men hear gladly of the power of blood or race. Every body likes to know that his advantages cannot be attributed to air, soil, sea..., or to local wealth, as mines and quarries, nor to laws and traditions, nor to fortune, but to superior brain, as it makes the praise more personal to him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Blood has been harder to dam back than water. Just when we think we have it impounded safe... Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!), It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For do but note a wild and wanton herd Or race of youthful and unhandled colts... Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. ... My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at where they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check without original energy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The yellow pool has overflowed high up on Clooth-na-Bare, For the wet winds are blowing out of the clinging air;... Like heavy flooded waters our bodies and our blood; But purer than a tall candle before the Holy Rood Is Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »