Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands;
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;
I, in my pleached garden watched the pomp
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I too late
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
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Every day may not be good... but there's something good in every day.
Every day may not be good... but there's something good in every day.
Day!
Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim, day boils at last;
Boils, pure read more
Day!
Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim, day boils at last;
Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim.
Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth.
Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth.
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want read more
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
Day of wrath that day of burning,
Seer and Sibyl speak concerning,
All the world to ashes read more
Day of wrath that day of burning,
Seer and Sibyl speak concerning,
All the world to ashes turning.
[Lat., Dies irae, dies illa!
Solvet saeclum in favilla,
Teste David cum Sybilla.]
Think that day lost whose (low) descending sun
Views from thy hand no noble action done.
[Lat., read more
Think that day lost whose (low) descending sun
Views from thy hand no noble action done.
[Lat., Virtus sui gloria.]
Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It's not a day when you lounge around read more
Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It's not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it's when you've had everything to do, and you've done it.
From fibers of pain and hope and trouble
And toil and happiness,--one by one,--
Twisted together, or read more
From fibers of pain and hope and trouble
And toil and happiness,--one by one,--
Twisted together, or single or double,
The varying thread of our life is spun.
Hope shall cheer though the chain be galling;
Light shall come though the gloom be falling;
Faith will list for the Master calling
Our hearts to his rest,--when the day is done.
Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth
knowledge.
Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth
knowledge.
