A terrible, beetle-browed, mastiff-mouthed, yellow-skinned, broad-bottomed, grim-taciturn individual; with a pair of dull-cruel-lo...oking black eyes, and as much Parliamentary intellect and silent-rage in him ... as I have ever seen in any man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The one thing that enslaves people more than any other to the servitude of war is nationalism--the patriotic cant--Religious cant ...is feeble; its on a down slope fighting to hold territory--but the patriotism--all the noxious influences of the world seem to have thrown their tentacles about it--Its the mask of all the trade-greed & the glory-breed--and the asininity that makes people insist on sacrificing themselves on the nearest altar--no matter how brazen the God above it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Another reason for the increased self-centeredness of an adolescent is her susceptibility to humiliation. This brazen, defiant cre...ature is also something tender, raw, thin-skinned, poignantly vulnerable. Her entire sense of personal worth can be shattered by a frown. An innocuous clarification of facts can be heard as a monumental criticism.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land,... Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It was almost two years ago, while awaiting the imminent birth of my second child, that I decided to start working part-time. This... would have been unthinkable to me when I was younger. At twenty-five I should have worn a big red A on my chest; it would have stood for ambition, an ambition so brazen and burning that it would have reduced Hester Prynne's transgression to pale pink.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turned, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree,... And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry. 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night. Give me my Romeo, and when I shall die,... Take him and cut him out in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron all in black,... And learn me how to lose a winning match Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. Hood my unmanned blood, bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle till strange love grow bold, Think true love acted simple modesty. Come, night. Come, Romeo. Come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live registered upon our brazen tombs,... And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »