George Gordon Byron (1788–1824) English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement
And Thou Art Dead as Young and Fair (1812).
Source: Thebaid, Book X, Line 145
George Gordon Byron (1788–1824) English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement
And Thou Art Dead as Young and Fair (1812).
“The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them out and the darkness would fall.”
Colum McCann book Let the Great World Spin
Source: Let the Great World Spin
Charles Lindbergh (1902–1974) American aviator, author, inventor, explorer, and social activist
Autobiography of Values (1978)
Context: I grow aware of various forms of man and of myself. I am form and I am formless, I am life and I am matter, mortal and immortal. I am one and many — myself and humanity in flux. I extend a multiple of ways in experience in space. I am myself now, lying on my back in the jungle grass, passing through the ether between satellites and stars. My aging body transmits an ageless life stream. Molecular and atomic replacement change life's composition. Molecules take part in structure and in training, countless trillions of them. After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.
“This is not like the water that falls from the sky, without knowing exactly why.”
Mariano Rajoy (1955) Spanish politician
30 October, 2015 <br class="br">As President, 2015 <br class="br">Source: Canal 24h https://twitter.com/calcosares/status/638381300873867264
“When I die
let the black rag fly
raven falling
from the sky.”
George Woodcock (1912–1995) Canadian writer of political biography and history, an anarchist thinker, an essayist and literary critic
"Black Flag" in Collected Poems (1983)
VIII. 551–555 (tr. Robert Fagles).
Alexander Pope's translation:
: As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night,
O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light,
When not a breath disturbs the deep serene,
And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene;
Around her throne the vivid planets roll,
And stars unnumbered gild the glowing pole,
O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed,
And tip with silver every mountain's head;
Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise,
A flood of glory bursts from all the skies.
Iliad (c. 750 BC)