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Poems about Life
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Hope is the Sailor
On every sea,—
Esta estrada onde moro, entre duas voltas do caminho,
Interessa mais que uma avenida urbana.
Pale, and shabby, and looking so ill,
Hungry and cold and wet,
Galloping out on a drizzly day
To see the foxhounds meet
The die is cast,-- be satisfied;
The chance is past,-- be still;
They tell of horrors on another shore,
Injustice, thraldom, chains and goads and whips,
A man of no regrets
He goes his sunny way,
Time is the feather'd thing,
And, whilst I praise
Plunged in my brain, fermenting thick and warm,
Simmer deep thoughts; and shape themselves apace,
How many years are fled,—
How many friends are dead:
When streams of unkindness, as bitter as gall,
Bubble up from the heart to the tongue,
Man! weak insect, poor and proud,
Atom, lost amid the crowd,
When, O when, shall the life of a Man
Be worth a Man's while to live?
The flying years! the flying years!
How rapidly they wing away,—
Whoever I am, wherever my lot,
Whatever I happen to be,
How little and how lightly
We care for one another!
Nothing lasts that is not good;
Nothing stands that is not true:--
The preacher in the village church one Sunday morning said:
Our organist is ill today, will someone play instead?
Sometimes our welcome has no tongue;
Children are often in the way.
When the star of good fortune is rising,
And seems to the zenith to soar,
Measure not thyself with others,—
Heed the work thou hast to do;
Far away, far away,
The emigrant ship must sail to-day:
Soul, be strong, whate'er betide,
God himself is guard and guide,—
White-lipp'd sneerer, well I wot
How you loathe the great and wise,
Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sun
That will not rise again.
Unbridled licentiousness with no holds barred,
Immediate and mutual lust, satisfiable
Fair Charity, thou rarest, best, and brightest!
Who would not gladly hide thee in his heart,
Surely, to labour for what is not bread,—
To earn for an egg a stone instead,—
All honour to Discipline! — happy the land
Whose soldiers and sailors obey,—
So! you preach me self-reliance,
Emigration,— rights of man?
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