But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may loose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain; But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire. Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their softened spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky now the late remorse of love.

-Rochdale
^18  Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, canto 4, stanza137.

'Tis sweet to win, no matter how, one's laurels By blood or ink; 'tis sweet to put an end To strife; 'tis sometimes sweet to have our quarrels, Particularly with a tiresome friend; Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world; and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot.

-Rochdale
^24  Don Juan, canto1, stanza126.

I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.

-Churchill, Lord Randolph Henry Spencer
  Speech in the House of Commons on assuming the premiership,13 May.

The people's flag is deepest red; It shrouded oft our martyred dead. And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold, Their heart's blood dyed its every fold. Then raise the scarlet standard high! Within its shade we'll live or die. Tho'cowards flinch and traitors sneer, We'll keep the red flag flying here.

-Connell,James
  'The Red Flag', official anthem of the Labour Party.

More blood! More blood!

-Cronenberg, David
Characteristic on-set declaration. Quoted in Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman Ghastly Beyond Belief (1985).

So I lie, whose fount of pride, Dear distress, and joy allied, Is my somber flesh and skin, With the dark blood dammed within.

-Cullen, Countee
  On These I Stand,'Heritage'.

And blood in torrents pour In vainöalways in vain, For war breeds war again.

-Davidson,John
  'War Song', stanza 7.

'Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Owen Roe O'Neil?' 'Yes, theyslew with poisonhimthey feared tomeet with steel.' 'May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow! May they walk in living death, who poisoned Owen Roe!'

-Davis,Thomas Osborne
  'Lament for the Death of Owen Roe O'Neil'.

Dost thou not know that love respects no blood, Cares not for difference of birth or state?

-Dekker,Thomas
  The Shoemaker's Holiday, act 5, sc.5.

For present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.

-Dryden,John
  The Hind and the Panther, pt.3, l.364^5.

Fallen from his high estate, And welt'ring in his blood: Deserted at his utmost need By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth expos'd he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes.

-Dryden,John
  Alexander's Feast, l.78^83.

I would be a falcon and go free. I tread her wrist and wear the hood, Talking to myself, and would draw blood.

-Dunbar,William
  Bending the Bow,'My Mother Would Be a Falconress'.

The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think That we are sound, substantial flesh and bloodö Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good. 308

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  Four Quartets,'East Coker', pt.4.

Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bid'st me come toThee, O Lamb of God, I come!

-Elliott, Charlotte
  Invalid's Hymn Book,'Just  As I  Am'.

Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort or the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.

-Empson, Sir William
  'Missing Dates'.

What a dull, insipid thing is a billet-doux written in cold blood, after the heat of the business is over!

-Etherege, Sir George
  The Man of Mode or, Sir Fopling Flutter, act1, sc.1.

   Now gae your wa'söTho'anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunöthe case sae hard is, Amang the writers and the bardies That lang they'll brook the auld I trow, Or neibours cry,'Weel brook the new'.

-Ferber, Edna
  'To My Auld Breeks'.

Mud! Mud! Glorious mud! Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood. So follow me, follow, Down to the hollow, And there let us wallow In glorious mud.

-Flanagan, Bud stage name of Robert Winthrop
  'The Hippopotamus'.

I am proud that I am an Australian, a daughter of the Southern Cross, a child of the mighty bush. I am thankful I am a peasant, a part of the bone and muscle of my nation, and earn my bread by the sweat of my brow, as man was meant to do. I rejoice I was not born a parasite, one of the blood-suckers who loll on velvet and satin, crushed from the proceeds of human sweat and blood and souls.

-of Bin Bin
My Brilliant Career, ch.38.

From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seasö Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides! Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land.

-Galt,John
  'Canadian Boat Song', a translation from the Gaelic attributed to Galt, published in Blackwood's Magazine, Sep. It has also been attributed to Walter Scott.