Quotes about flag, page 7
The Exiles' Line
Now the new year reviving old desires,
The restless soul to open sea aspires,
Where the Blue Peter flickers from the fore,
And the grimed stoker feeds the engine-fires.
Coupons, alas, depart with all their rows,
And last year's sea-met loves where Grindley knows;
But still the wild wind wakes off Gardafui,
And hearts turn eastward with the P. and O's.
Twelve knots an hour, be they more or less -
Oh slothful mother of much idleness,
Whom neither rivals spur nor contracts speed!
Nay, bear us gently! Wherefore need we press?
The Tragedy of all our East is laid
On those white decks beneath the awning shade -
Birth, absence, longing, laughter, love and tears,
And death unmaking ere the land is made.
And midnight madnesses of souls distraught
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poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Banner Of The Covenanters
I.
HERE, where the rain-drops may not fall, the sunshine doth not play,
Where the unfelt and distant breeze in whispers dies away;
Here, where the stranger paces slow along the silent halls,
Why mutely art thou hanging thus against the massive walls?
Thou, that hast seen blood shed for thee--that midst the battle-tide
Hast faintly lit the soldier's eye with triumph ere he died;
Bright banner, which hath witness'd oft the struggles of the free,
Emblem of proud and holy hope, is this a place for thee?
II.
Wake! wave aloft, thou Banner! let every snowy fold
Float on our wild, unconquer'd hills, as in the days of old:
Hang out, and give again to Death a glory and a charm,
Where Heaven's pure dew may freshen thee, and Heaven's pure sunshine warm.
Wake, wave aloft!
I hear the silk low rustling on the breeze,
Which whistles through the lofty fir, and bends the birchen trees;
I hear the tread of warriors arm'd to conquer or to die;
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poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST & SEPTEMBER 11th
WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST & SEPTEMBER 11th
Wars are waged by older men
In battle rooms in countries apart.
Who call for greater firepower
And troops for the combat chart.
While out among the shattered flesh
The dreams of all have turned gray.
So young and determined their faces were
Till on the battlefield they lay.
Unable to overcome their pride
The politicians cast their vote.
For this or that or something else
As the rage of war sounds its note.
Wherever wars are won or lost
The soldiers fall like toys.
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poem by Tom Zart
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The Fight at Eureka Stockade
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height,
And a flood of proud recollections made the fire in his grey eyes bright;
With pleasure they lighted and glisten'd, tho' the digger was grizzled and old,
And we gathered about him and listen'd while the tale of Eureka he told.
"Ah, those were the days," said the digger, "twas a glorious life that we led,
When fortunes were dug up and lost in a day in the whirl of the years that are dead.
But there's many a veteran now in the land - old knights of the pick and the spade,
Who could tell you in language far stronger than mine 'bout the fight at Eureka Stockade.
"We were all of us young on the diggings in days when the nation had birth -
Light-hearted, and careless, and happy, and the flower of all nations on earth;
But we would have been peaceful an' quiet if the law had but let us alone;
And the fight - let them call it a riot - was due to no fault of our own.
"The creed of our rulers was narrow - they ruled with a merciless hand,
For the mark of the cursed broad arrow was deep in the heart of the land.
They treated us worse than the negroes were treated in slavery's day -
And justice was not for the diggers, as shown by the Bently affray.
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poem by Henry Lawson
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Ex-Patria
The beginning of the end of our Canadian winter;
The ending of a British winter,
And their gentle spring ahead of ours.
I always think about these overlapping seasons,
In the forty-four years I have lived in Québec.
Yes, Québec and all its solitudes:
I, too, felt solitary within the class system
in the England I had left behind.
I was twenty-two when I turned my back on it;
I simply left it all behind, vowing I'd forget everything
But the friends whom I loved.
I left behind familial ties,
Home-grown attitudes,
And closed minds;
I felt relief, like discarding
A heavy winter overcoat In spring.
I packed my old school trunk -
It carried the label of my new address -
MONTRÉAL
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poem by Philippa Lane
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I Prefer
Have you run into the human race
Have you run into the world
Have you run into the system
And I raise the white flag
And I raise the white flag
And thats the way
I prefer... flagellation!
Have you run into your head
Have you run into your balls
Have you run into the human condition
And I raise the white flag
And I raise the white flag
And thats the way
I prefer... flagellation!
I prefer
Flagellation!
song performed by Ministry
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Follow The Flag
You can stand alone
Or with somebody else
Or stand with all of us, together
If you can believe
In something bigger than yourself
You can follow the flag forever
They say its just a dream
That dreamers dreamed
That its an empty thing that really has no meaning
They say its all a lie
But its not a lie
Im going to follow the flag til I die
Into every life a little rain must fall
But its not gonna rain forever
You can rise above--you can rise above it all
We will follow the flag together
We will follow the flag together
song performed by Randy Newman
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If I Could Flag Her Down
I dont need her money, I dont need a ride.
I got enough connections, I dont need a piece of her hide.
I just wanna please her,
I just wanna squeeze her.
I just wanna crash her,
I just wanna trash her.
If I could only flag ner down,
If I could only flag her down.
Well, its not because of her beauty and her brand new low cut blouse.
Its not because shes so snooty or a fine famed millionaire.
Its not cause shes in motion in a brand new cadillac car,
Its not because of her lotion, shes a real sweet candy bar.
I just want to meet her,
I just want to squeeze her.
I just want to crash her,
I just want to trash her.
If I could only flag her down,
If I could only flag her down.
song performed by ZZ Top
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The Ways Of Men
Well Ive had enough of the ways of men
Said Ive had enough of the ways of men
Yes, Ive had enough of the ways of men
His sordid games rape my brain
Well, Ive had enough of his tomfoolery and shame
Yes, Ive had enough of his tomfoolery and his shame
Oooh, Ive had just enough of his tom-tom foolery and his shame
His sordid games rape my brain
As the wind sweeps across generations up and down the sweep of history
He leaves his tracks in all places, leaves his stain in all beds
He builds schools and pleasures, all designed to prevent illumination
All of his games rape my brain
He put his flag in the desert, but I need water
He put his flag in the desert, but I need water
He put his flag in the desert, but I need water
He put his flag in the desert, but I need water, water, water
Long hast thou dwelt in darkness
Quit the night, and seek the day
song performed by Waterboys
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U.s. Blues
Red and white, blue suede shoes, i'm uncle sam, how do you do?
Gimme five, i'm still alive, ain't no luck, i learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don't change. stay seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
I'm uncle sam, that's who i am; been hidin' out in a rock and roll band.
Shake the hand that shook the hand of p.t. barnum and charlie chan.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse. can you use them ol' u.s. blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
Back to back chicken shack. son of a gun, better change your act.
We're all confused, what's to lose?
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
song performed by Grateful Dead
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