"Unfurl" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... her own, Begot of Freedom, bore our Western World: A poet, native as the dew impearl'd Upon her grass; a brother, thew and bone, To mountains wild, vast lakes and prairies lone; One, life and soul, akin to speech unfurl'd, And zeal of artisan, and song not curl'd In fronded forms, or petrified in tone. High latitudes of thought gave breath to him; The paps he suck'd ran not false shame for milk; No bastard he! but virile truth in limb And soul. A Titan mocking at the silk That bound the wings of song. A tongue ...
— Walt Whitman Yesterday and Today • Henry Eduard Legler
... knoll in the centre of the vale. Upon this little eminence the Marquis stood, supported on either side by men, for his health was infirm, and what we should now call a premature old age was fast approaching. The banner which it was his lot to unfurl displayed no motto, nor was there inscribed upon it the coffin and the crown which the vulgar notion in England assigned to it. It was simply a large banner of red silk, with a white space in the middle. The Marquis held the staff until the Manifesto of the Chevalier ...
— Memoirs of the Jacobites of 1715 and 1745 - Volume II. • Mrs. Thomson
... For the diamond bright and the yellow gold, For the river boat and the flying train, For the fleecy sail of the rolling main, For the velvet sponge and the glossy pearl, For the flag of peace which we now unfurl,— From the Gulf and the Lakes to the Oceans' banks,— Lord God of Hosts, we give ...
— The Sylvan Cabin - A Centenary Ode on the Birth of Lincoln and Other Verse • Edward Smyth Jones
... banners in haughty procession shall ride, On Jehovah's proud altars unfurl'd! While anthems and priests waft to heaven his praise, For the slaughter and wreck of ...
— The Adventures of Hugh Trevor • Thomas Holcroft
... glimmers of the storm, below the dark disorder of the clouds that extend and unfurl over the earth like evil spirits, they seem to see a great livid plain unrolled, which to their seeing is made of mud and water, while figures appear and fast fix themselves to the surface of it, all blinded and borne down with filth, like the dreadful castaways of ...
— Under Fire - The Story of a Squad • Henri Barbusse
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