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





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





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





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





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





Sign

God gave Noah the rainbow sign.
No more water, the fire next time!

-Anonymous,
Negro spiritual





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





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





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





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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