“I cannot see the short, white curls Upon the forehead of an Ox, But what I see them dripping with That poor thing's blood, and hear the ax; When I see calves and lambs, I see Them led to death; I see no bird Or rabbit cross the open field But what a sudden shot is heard; A shout that tells me men aim true, For death or wound, doth chill me through. W.H. Davies I have been studying the traits and dispositions of the "lower animals" (so called) and contrasting them with the traits and dispositions of man. I find the result humiliating to me.” MenHas BeensWhiteAnimalPoorResultsStudyHeardBloodFieldsCreaturesBirdShotsCrossesAimWoundsTraitsDispositionChillRabbitsForeheadsLambsCurlsHumiliatingDrippingCalvesOpen Fields Author:Mark Twain
“When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past - For years fleet away with the wings of the dove - The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.” YearsFirstsStillsAgeLastsPastPleasureBloodKissingWingsRemembranceChillMemorialSweetestDoveFirst Kiss Book:Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)
“This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood, So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd. See, here it is-- I hold it towards you.” IfsHeartDreamHandsMightNightWishSilenceBloodColdCapableConscienceRedCalmWarmStreamsDryVeinsEarnestChillTombsGraspingIcy Author:John Keats