The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire.
He shall fulfill God's utmost will, unknowing His desire,
And he shall see old planets pass and alien stars arise,
And give the gale his reckless sail in shadow of new skies.
Strong lust of gear shall drive him out and hunger arm his hand,
To wring his food from a desert nude, his foothold from the sand.
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God be thank'd that the dead have left still
Good undone for the living to do--
Still read more
God be thank'd that the dead have left still
Good undone for the living to do--
Still some aim for the heart and the will
And the soul of a man to pursue.
Hasten slowly, and without losing heart, put your work twenty
times upon the anvil.
[Fr., Hatez-vous lentement; et, read more
Hasten slowly, and without losing heart, put your work twenty
times upon the anvil.
[Fr., Hatez-vous lentement; et, sans perdre courage,
Vingt fois sur le metier remettez votre ouvrage.]
I am giving you examples of the fact that this creature man, who
in his own selfish affairs is read more
I am giving you examples of the fact that this creature man, who
in his own selfish affairs is a coward to the backbone, will
fight for an idea like a hero. . . . I tell you, gentlemen, if
you can shew a man a piece of what he now calls God's work to do,
and what he will later call by many new names, you can make him
entirely reckless of the consequences to himself personally.
The taxpayer - that's someone who works for the federal government but doesn't have to take the civil service examination.
The taxpayer - that's someone who works for the federal government but doesn't have to take the civil service examination.
Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.
Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.
All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
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All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Nothing is impossible to industry.
Nothing is impossible to industry.
I am gradually approaching the period in my life when work comes
first. . . . No longer diverted read more
I am gradually approaching the period in my life when work comes
first. . . . No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way
a cow grazes.
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she read more
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she plyed, but, studious of delay,
Each following night reversed the toils of day.
