"Tameless" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... sound of a whip comes faint and far, A rattle of hoofs, and here they are, In all their tameless pride. The fleet wild horses snort with fear, And wheel and break as the yard draws near. Now, Jim the Ringer, ride! Wheel 'em! wheel 'em! Whoa back there, whoa! And the foam-flakes fly like the driven snow, As under the whip the horses go Adown the mountain side. And Jim, hands down, and teeth ...
— Saltbush Bill, J.P., and Other Verses • A. B. Paterson
... ranks what laughter rings, Mingling wild mirth with war's stern minstrelsy, His jest while each blithe comrade round him flings, And moves to death with military glee: Boast, Erin, boast them! tameless, frank, and free, In kindness warm, and fierce in danger known, Rough Nature's children, humorous as she: And HE, yon Chieftain—strike the proudest tone Of thy bold harp, green Isle!—the Hero is ...
— Some Poems by Sir Walter Scott • Sir Walter Scott
... iris which spans it, in the morning mist which rises from it, in the deep crystalline pools which mirror its hanging shore, in the broad lake and glancing river; finally, in that which is to all human minds the best emblem of unwearied, unconquerable power, the wild, various, fantastic, tameless unity of the sea; what shall we compare to this mighty, this universal element, for glory and for beauty? or how shall we follow its eternal changefulness of feeling: It is like trying ...
— The Best of the World's Classics, Restricted to Prose, Vol. VI (of X)—Great Britain and Ireland IV • Various
... is love which grows to one so mild as thou, With that bright restlessness of eye—that tameless fire of brow Mournful! but dearer far I call its mingled fear and pride, And the trouble of its happiness than aught on ...
— Lewie - Or, The Bended Twig • Cousin Cicely
... retires, But now he lights a thousand fires; The pent-up flame bursts out at length, In all its burning, tameless strength. You'd think each clansman's foe was by, So sternly flashed each angry eye; You'd think 'twas in the battle's clang ...
— Poems • Denis Florence MacCarthy |
