Sod Quotes - page 2

The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-day. The road is rhythmic with the feet ⁠Of men-at-arms who come to pray. The roses blossom white and red ⁠On tombs where weary soldiers lie; Flags wave above the honored dead ⁠And martial music cleaves the sky. Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel, ⁠They kept the faith and fought the fight. Through flying lead and crimson steel ⁠They plunged for Freedom and the Righteousness. May we, their grateful children, learn ⁠Their strength, who lie beneath this sod, Who went through fire and death to earn ⁠At last the accolade of God.In shining rank on rank arrayed They march, the legions of the Lord; He is their Captain unafraid, The Prince of Peace . . . Who brought a sword. (Joyce Kilmer)
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain - To thy high requiem become a sod. View quote
John Keats
Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seemed he - Oh, lift a thought in prayer for S. T. C! That he, who many a year, with toil of breath, Found death in life, may here find life in death. View quote
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears. View quote
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Now sod off back to your own world, you motherless scum, and save your threats for those who care. View quote
Darren Shan
I like to read my diary occasionally to remind myself what a miserable, alienated old sod I used to be. View quote
Jo Brand
Malta is a sod of a place. View quote
David Niven
It was very clear that this was a very, very old site. There were remains of sod walls. Fishermen assumed it was an old Indian site. Bu Indians didn't use that kind of buildings and houses. View quote
Helge Ingstad
Harry Barton: Clever sod, aren't you? I expect they think the sun shines out of you down at Oxford. Nigel Barton. Up. Harry Barton: What? Nigel Barton. Up, dad. Up. Harry Barton: Aye, and up you, too! Nigel Barton: Everyone says 'Up at Oxford'. You come 'down' when you've finished there. Harry Barton: Well, what's this then? Does bloody Oxford move up and down the bloody map then? View quote
Dennis Potter
My great-grandmother grew up in a sod house in Nebraska. When she was a tiny girl - in other words, only four human generations ago - there were still enough wild bison on the Plains that she was afraid lightning storms would spook them and they would trample her home. View quote
Derrick Jensen
Of course, with well-masticated food playing the role of social glue, it's absolutely essential that everyone clear their plate. Sod the starving kiddies in Africa - it's the overfed ones here we need to worry about. (Will Self)
A weapon that comes down as still As snowflakes fall upon the sod; But executes a freeman's will, As lightning does the will of God; And from its force nor doors nor locks Can shield you,-'t is the ballot-box. View quote
John Pierpont
Sod off then, asshole. View quote
Nicolas Sarkozy
You either do it quietly and describe the Indian community in half a dozen poems or you think sod it, and go all out. The most Indian way I could think of was to do monologues and voices. View quote
Daljit Nagra
These in the robings of glory, Those in the gloom of defeat, All with the battle-blood gory, In the dusk of eternity meet;- Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day;- Under the laurel the Blue, Under the willow, the Gray. View quote
Francis Miles Finch
Life by life and love by love We passed through the cycles strange, And breath by breath and death by death We followed the chain of change. Till there came a time in the law of life When over the nursing sod The shadows broke and the soul awoke In a strange, dim dream of God. View quote
Langdon Smith
May we, their grateful children, learn ⁠Their strength, who lie beneath this sod, Who went through fire and death to earn ⁠At last the accolade of God. View quote
Joyce Kilmer
There is yet one place of shelter, Where the foeman cannot come, Where the summons never sounded Of the trumpet or the drum. There again we'll meet our children, Who, on Flodden's trampled sod, For their king and for their country Rendered up their souls to God. There shall we find rest and refuge, With our dear departed brave; And the ashes of the city Be our universal grave! View quote
W. E. Aytoun
I do not call the sod under my feet my country but language -- religion -- government -- blood -- identity in these makes men of one country. View quote
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Love? Sodding, bloody, tossing, bloody, sodding, bloody love? Irrelevant, superfluous, bloody, ruddy, rotten, sodding love? What ho? Wherefore? What the f*ck? Love? View quote
Christopher Moore (author)
The surrender of the Confederate armies in 1865 involved: 1. The surrender of the claim to the right of secession. 2. The surrender of the former political relations of the negro. 3. The surrender of the Southern Confederacy. These issues expired on the fields last occupied by the Confederate armies. There they should have been buried. The soldier prefers to have the sod that receives him when he falls cover his remains. The political questions of the war should have been buried upon the fields that marked their end. (James Longstreet)
On the same sod, where (Rapine's helpless prey,) The plumed Indian, pin'd his life away, Enslav'd, degraded, doom'd to vile employ, Deploring still the rifled hive of joy, There the poor Negro, shackled with the chain, Rears, by his sweltering toil, the nectar'd cane; And, wretched exile from his brighter skies, Breathes o'er the native's grave complaining sighs, Unconscious on what dust he treads, nor knows Whose place he takes, whose heritage of woes. View quote
Elizabeth Benger
The mind which, like a worm whose life may share A portion of the unapproachable, Marks your creations rise as fast and fair As perfect worlds at the Creator's will. the worm beneath the sod May lift itself in homage of the God. View quote
Percy Bysshe Shelley