Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-24-06 10:44
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Thomas Jefferson once said, \'We should never judge a president by his age,
only by his works.\' And ever since he told me that, I stopped worrying.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out! alack! he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask\'d him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven\'s sun staineth.
Any poet, if he is to survive beyond his 25th year, must alter; he must seek new literary influences; he will have
emotions to express.
T. S. Eliot
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body\'s treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her \'love,\' for whose dear love I rise and fall.