Quotes about weal, page 5
It will, of course, be understood that directly or indirectly, soon or late, every advance in the sciences of human nature will contribute to our success in controlling human nature and changing it to the advantage of the common weal.
quote by Edward Thorndike
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Watch
Riding on thy wings the angel of time arrives,
And without losing a moment leaves for another land,
As his ambassador thou remain with us,
And remind us of our weal and woe,
Every tick of thine makes us feel about our profit and loss,
Thou conspire with the time,
And compel us to
realise thy greatness.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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On The Death of Leopold: King of The Belgians
A King is dead! Another master mind
Is summoned from the world-wide council hall.
Ah, for some seer, to say what links behind-
To read the mystic writing on the wall!
Be still, fond man: nor ask thy fate to know.
Face bravely what each God-sent moment brings.
Above thee rules in love, through weal and woe,
Guiding thy kings and thee, the King of kings.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Real
Real, deal, meal, wheal, peal, seal, veal, weal, steal, zeal;
And like the gods and dogs playing together! !
Inclusive, exclusive, pensive, abrasive, expensive, massive, abusive;
Nut, this hat is a sign of authority.
Only water it!
But, don't hold it;
And make it easier for others to understand your muse;
Because, the ways of your life is like defying gravity! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Primacy Of Mind
Above the glow of molten steel,
The roar of furnace, forge, and shed,
Protectress of the City's weal,
Now, Learning rears her loftier head;
That Progress may at length descry
It lacks the clue to guide aright,
And, conscious of its blindness, cry
Unto the Muse, ``More light! More light!''
That Wealth may fitly yield the throne
To Letters, Science, artist-skill,
And Matter, willing subject, own
Mind must be lord and master still.
poem by Alfred Austin
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Guard of the eastern gate
Halifax sits on her hills by the sea
In the might of her pride,--
Invincible, terrible, beautiful, she
With a sword at her side.
To right and to left of her, battlements rear
And fortresses frown;
While she sits on her throne without favour or fear
With her cannon as crown.
Coast guard and sentinel, watch of the weal
Of a nation she keeps;
But her hand is encased in a gauntlet of steel,
And her thunder but sleeps.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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With A Golden Necklace
THIS page a chain to bring thee burns,
That, train'd to suppleness of old,
On thy fair neck to nestle, yearns,
In many a hundred little fold.
To please the silly thing consent!
'Tis harmless, and from boldness free;
By day a trifling ornament,
At night 'tis cast aside by thee.
But if the chain they bring thee ever,
Heavier, more fraught with weal or woe,
I'd then, Lisette, reproach thee never
If thou shouldst greater scruples show.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Meanwhile
Meanwhile, lean, wheal, wean, are, ale, new, era, mew;
Like a Cabinet and an enactment!
But the department of your love is in the woods.
Meanwhile, mean, me, an, am, man, men, hale, hail, when;
And like the way you treated me when i first met you!
But the sweet of your love is in the eating.
Meanwhile, meal, weal, he, hew, while, heal, lie, heel, law;
Like the rainbow which looks on us!
But the lovely act of your muse is like the waves of the sea.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Horatian Lyrics Odes I, 11.
What end the gods may have ordained for me,
And what for thee,
Seek not to learn, Leuconoe; we may not know;
Chaldean tables cannot bring us rest--
'Tis for the best
To bear in patience what may come, or weal or woe.
If for more winters our poor lot is cast,
Or this the last,
Which on the crumbling rocks has dashed Etruscan seas;
Strain clear the wine--this life is short, at best;
Take hope with zest,
And, trusting not To-Morrow, snatch To-Day for ease!
poem by Eugene Field
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The Aftermath
Although my blood I've shed
In war's red wrath,
Oh how I darkly dread
Its aftermath!
Oh how I fear the day
Of my release,
When I must face the fray
Of phoney peace!
When I must fend again
In labour strife;
And toil with sweat and strain
For kids and wife.
The world is so upset
I battled for,
That grimly I regret
The peace of war.
The wounds are hard to heal
Of shell and shard,
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poem by Robert William Service
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