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You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day read more
You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.
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.]
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
All comes out even at the end of the day.
All comes out even at the end of the day.
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.]
So here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip read more
So here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip useless away?
Out of eternity
This new day is born,
Into eternity
At night will return.
Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?
Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an read more
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.