Quotes about wolf', page 7

The Golden Legend: II. A Farm In The Odenwald
A garden; morning;_ PRINCE HENRY _seated, with a
book_. ELSIE, _at a distance, gathering flowers._
_Prince Henry (reading)._ One morning, all alone,
Out of his convent of gray stone,
Into the forest older, darker, grayer,
His lips moving as if in prayer,
His head sunken upon his breast
As in a dream of rest,
Walked the Monk Felix. All about
The broad, sweet sunshine lay without,
Filling the summer air;
And within the woodlands as he trod,
The twilight was like the Truce of God
With worldly woe and care;
Under him lay the golden moss;
And above him the boughs of hemlock-tree
Waved, and made the sign of the cross,
And whispered their Benedicites;
And from the ground
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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part III.
Much malice, mingled with a little wit,
Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ;
Because the muse has peopled Caledon
With panthers, bears, and wolves, and beasts unknown,
As if we were not stocked with monsters of our own.
Let Æsop answer, who has set to view
Such kinds as Greece and Phrygia never knew;
And Mother Hubbard, in her homely dress,
Has sharply blamed a British lioness;
That queen, whose feast the factious rabble keep,
Exposed obscenely naked, and asleep.
Led by those great examples, may not I
The wonted organs of their words supply?
If men transact like brutes, 'tis equal then
For brutes to claim the privilege of men.
Others our Hind of folly will indite,
To entertain a dangerous guest by night.
Let those remember, that she cannot die,
Till rolling time is lost in round eternity;
Nor need she fear the Panther, though untamed,
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poem by John Dryden
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The Wolf In Me
The wolf in me,
it wants to come out.
Come out and howl.
Howl at the moon.
The wolf in me,
wants to come out.
Come out and run free.
Through the mountains.
The wolf in me,
wants to break free.
Free from the hold,
that this prison has on me.
poem by Ninja Soul
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The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep's for which the sheep thanks the shepherd as his liberator, while the wolf denounces him for the same act as the destroyer of liberty. Plainly, the sheep and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of liberty.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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For Arj
that fox must know by now
that i do not expose the lies of the boy who shouted
'wolf! wolf! wolf! '
there is no need
the lies know how to expose themselves
time need not compel them even
i can always tell a Pinocchio
even without his elongated nose
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For this that was broken
A howl was heard
that darkend the land
for this love that was broken
they ever did understand.
The wolf howls on
with sadness and anger in his voice
for this love that was broken
wasnt his choice.
The howling stop
and the land lays silent and bleak
for this love that was broken
has made the wolf weak.
poem by Little Wolf
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Wolf Killed For Pelt
he just got out
of the joint again...
caught dealing hillbilly heroin...
has that far away look
in his eyes when he talks,
part of him, a big part,
still locked up!
remember riding with him
in a 'vette,40 years ago...
when the wolf in him still hunted,
120 mph....
now the wolf is dead,
he's mostly dead,
maybe i'm dying too,
maybe we're all dead...
and the words on his headstone read:
wolf killed for pelt!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Three Wolves
Three, lonely wolves once lived together,
each one wished for a separate thing.
The first wolf wished for companionship,
so the moon was created for him to howl at every night.
The second wolf wished to be able to see the paths that lay ahead of him,
so the sun was created and he now walked on without fear.
The third wolf wished to be able to see his past,
so the stars were created and he was told that each one was the spirit of an ancestor.
poem by Louis Parr
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter III: Reason
A lie with no reason is a wolf lie*
A lie with good reason is a white lie
A lie with bad reason is a crime
A reason without single lie is a theory
A reason with good lie is an escape
A reason with bad lie is a fizz
A lie with smart reason is a manipulation
A lie with fool reason is a shame
A reason with smart lie is a temptation
A reason with fool lie is a possessive
*a boy that always lies that there's a wolf, till the wolf really comes and nobody trust the boy.
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Songs Set To Music: 27.
Haste, my Nannette,
My lovely maid,
Haste to the bower
Thy swain has made.
For thee alone
I made the bower,
And strew'd the couch
With many a flower.
None but my sheep
Shall near us come;
Venus be praised
My sheep are dumb.
Great god of love
Take thou my crook,
To keep the wolf
From Nannette's flock.
Guard thou the sheep
To her so dear;
My own, alas!
Are less my care.
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poem by Matthew Prior
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