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It is long since I could have adventured on eternity, through God's mercy and Christ's merits; but death remained somewhat terrible, and that now is taken away; and now death is no more to me, but to cast myself into my husband's arms, and to lie down with Him.
and on forever's very now we stand
So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold.
And this, too, shall pass away.
I go now to my long rest in the timeless halls beyond the seas and the Mountains of Aman. It will be long ere I am seen among the Noldor again; and it may be that we shall not meet a second time in death or life, for the fates of our kindreds are apart. Farewell!
Rest, rest, shall I have not all eternity to rest.
Foever is composed of nows.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
Tomorrow we begin a new tomorrow.
New ways I go, a new speech comes to me; weary I grow, like all creators, of the old tongues. My spirit no longer wants to walk on worn soles.
I shall not altogether die.
And now, you till come,
Eternity! How know we but we stand
On the precipitous and crumbling verge
Of Time e'en now, Eternity below?
May you begin living beyond.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say what thou seest yond.
As thy days, so shall thy strength be.
To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.
Let the weary at length possess quiet rest.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
Felds hath eyen, and wode have eres.
Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,
And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;
Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,
But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.
not my will but thine, be done in and through me now".
Ere long this golden light shall pass and fade
Except all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.
Live for today , die tommorow ..
I shall but love thee bitter after death
Thy return Posterity shall witness. Years must roll away, but then at length the splendid sight again shall greet our distant children's eyes.
Til that the brighte sonne loste his hewe; For th'orisonte hath reft the sonne his lyght; This is as muche to seye as it was nyght!
Fare thee well/ A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
And all now is war
where so lately there was peace,
and the sweet brotherhood, the use
of tilled fields.
Let the world wagge, and take mine ease in myne Inne.
The voice of one who goes before, to makeThe paths of June more beautiful, is thineSweet May!
I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields; Reflection, you may come to-morrow, Sit by the fireside with Sorrow. You with the unpaid bill, Despair, You, tiresome verse-reciter, Care, I will pay you in the grave, Death will listen to your stave.
Death hangs over thee, While thou still live, while thou may, do good.
Too much I've seen, and felt, and lov'd in life, Living I come to seek Lethaean calm; Let me, fair scenes! forget all worldly strife, Oblivion solely is my bosom's balm.
this, too, shall pass away.
Let valour end my life!
cram's with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things.
One good deed dying tongueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages; you may ride's
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we heat an acre.
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
Forth in thy name,O Lord, I go, My daily labour to pursue. Thee, only thee, resolved to know, In all I think or speak or do.
Men may the wise atrenne, and naught atrede.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.
We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
Our life must once have end; in vain we fly
From following Fate; e'en now, e'en now, we die.
I live no more, but Christ liveth in me!
And death unloads thee.
Consider that this day ne'er dawns again.
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
And on the worn book of old-golden
I brought not here to read, it seems, but hold
And freshen in this air of withering sweetness;
Know'st thou yesterday, its aim and reason? Work'st thou will today for worthier things? Then calmly wait the morrow's hidden season, And fear thou not, what hap soe'er it brings
Eternity! O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
between the word and the world lie
fading eternities of soon
What change has made the pastures sweet
And reached the daisies at my feet,
And cloud that wears a golden hem?
This lovely world, the hills, the sward
They all look fresh, as if our Lord
But yesterday had finished them.
O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
All thy old woes shall now smile on thee, and thy pains sit bright on thee. All thy sorrows here shall shine and thy sufferings be divine; Tears shall take comfort and turn to gems and wrongs repent to diadems Even thy deaths shall live and new dress the soul that once they slew.
To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
to come on hereafter, was what
Light tomorrow with today.
If you wouldn't live long, live well; for folly and wickedness shorten life.
Oh, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fixed. His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
Speak, then, o body, shout aloud, And break my only mind from chains To go where ploughing's ended.
Do not so contemplate eternity that you waste today.
Dawn. Another day is given us, R'hllor be praised.
I cannot tarry longer.
The sea that calls all things unto her calls me
What is thine is mine, and all mine is thine.
But as in wailing there's nought availing, And Death unfailing will strike the blow, Then for that reason, and for a season, Let us be merry before we go.
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.
O Weep No More For
Me When I Am Gone!
Be not as one that hath ten thousand years to live; death is nigh at hand: while thou livest, while thou hast time, be good.
This is that rest this vain world lends,
To end in death that all things ends.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
Hail and farewell
Hurt no more, fear no more, cry no more.
In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were lov'd, us'd
well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.
For all that has been, Thanks. To all that shall be, Yes.
So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To be commenced in stronds afar remote.
A blot in thy escutcheon to all futurity.
For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
Before us lies eternity our souls
are love and a continual farewell
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.
May you live as long as you are fit to live, but no longer, or, may you rather die before you cease to be fit to live than after!
Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
Alas! for love, if thou art all,
And nought beyond, O earth.
forty years earlier. Quite
[T]omorrow is a new day. You shall begin it well & serenely, & with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day ... is too dear with its hopes & invitations to waste a moment on the rotten yesterdays.
Wither thou goest, there goest I, two flames sparked from but one ember; both forward and backward doth time fly, wither thou art, remember.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave
Awaits alike the inevitable hour:
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
What still doth waste, and wasting as this light,
Are my sad days unto eternal night.
I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some say when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on, I shall have less to say, But I shall be none.
Prolong not the past Invite not the future Do not alter your innate wakefulness Fear not appearances There in nothing more than this
For forever, and after forever,
Caden.
Fools look to tomorrow; Wise men use tonight
For to be yong I wald not, for my wis, Off all this warld to mak me lord and king: The more of age, the nerar hevynnis blis.
For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.
One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.
I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart ...
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
Shall we not go on in so great a cause? Go forward and not backward. Courage, brethren; and on, on to the victory!
A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.