Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.
Robert BurnsRead
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!
Interpretation
Nature's greatest creations are humans, and women are its finest work.
In this quote, Robert Burns reflects on the idea that nature sees its finest creation in women, having experimented with man before. The playful tone highlights the beauty and significance of women as a culmination of nature's efforts, suggesting a reverence for femininity and its vital role in human existence.
In practice
This quote can be used in a women's empowerment speech to highlight the importance of women.
Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.
I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken Nature's social union.
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?
Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase 'Auld Lang Syne' exceedingly expressive? I shall give you the verses on the other sheet. The words of 'Auld Lang Syne' are good, but the music is an old air, the rudiments of the modern tune of that name. ... Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings. ... Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure thrill the deepest notes of woe. ... Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.
The mountain gorilla faces grave danger of extinction - primarily because of the encroachments of native man upon its habitat - and neglect by civilized man, who does not conscientiously protect even the limited areas now allotted for the gorilla's survival.
Everyone should have themselves regularly overwhelmed by Nature
You either get the point of Africa or you don't. What draws me back year after year is that it's like seeing the world with the lid off.
I'm leaving my sorrows and all my memories behind to see what I find, somewhere in the shade near the sound of a sweet singing river, somewhere in the sun where the mountains make love to the sky.
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
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