Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas (1914-1953),
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
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Waves Aflame
The western wave was all aflame. The day was well nigh done! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun; -Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, 1798 |
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Farewell to Earthly Bliss
Adieu, farewell earth's bliss; This world uncertain is; -Thomas Nashe (1567-1601), Adieu, Farewell, Earth's Bliss, from Summer's Last Will and Testament |
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Fading Pleasure
Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. -Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), Leave Me, O Love, Which Reachest But to Dust |
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Day's End
And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropp'd into the western bay; At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue, Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new. -John Milton, Lycidas, 1637 |
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Sign
God gave Noah the rainbow sign. No more water, the fire next time! -Anonymous, Negro spiritual |
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Peek
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. -Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), The Rime of the Ancient Mariner |
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Familiar Colors
Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green: -Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), Dejection: An Ode |
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Burden
For forty days and forty nights He wade thro red blude to the knee, And he saw neither sun nor moon, But heard the roaring of the sea. -Anonymous (c.1400-c.1600), Thomas the Rhymer |
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Vanishing Moment
O how feeble is man's power, That, if good fortune fall, Cannot add another hour Nor a lost hour recall! -John Donne (1572-1631), Sweetest Love, I do Not Go |
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