Author: Michael (---.donpac.ru)
Date: 01-09-06 09:56
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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion\'s paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger\'s jaws,
And burn the long-liv\'d phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate\'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love\'s fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty\'s pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them
as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your
old nonsense. --Ralph Waldo Emerson
O! call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:
Use power with power, and slay me not by art,
Tell me thou lov\'st elsewhere; but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
What need\'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might
Is more than my o\'erpress\'d defence can bide?
Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies;
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain.
Life is eating us up. We all shall be fables presently. Keep cool: it will be all one a hundred years hence. -- Ralph Waldo