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Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
What a lark! What a plunge!
God did not give me my life to throw away
The doom and burthen of our life is bound for ever on man’s shoulders, and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure.
Life isn’t hard to manage when you’ve nothing to lose.
Death, thou shalt die.
The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Liv’d on; and so did I.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.
But O for the touch of a vanish’d hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
So runs my dream: but what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
“I came like Water, and like Wind I go.”
Since then ‘t is centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses’ heads Were toward eternity.
