Topic: Life

I am the Teacher of Athletes

I am the teacher of athletes; He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own, proves the width of my own; He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.The boy I love, the same becomes a man, not through derived...

By Walt Whitman
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23 February

I Am

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossedInto the nothingness of scorn...

By John Clare
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31 December

Growing Old

What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to forego her wreath? Yes, but not for this alone.Is it to feel our strength - Not our bloom only, but our strength -decay? Is it to...

By Matthew Arnold
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13 December

A Lament

O well for him who lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain, Nor heeds the splashing of the rain, The crashing down of forest trees. - O well for him who ne'er hath known The travail of the hungry years, A father grey with grief and tears, A mother weeping...

By Oscar Wilde
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12 December

Away

I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead- . He is just away!With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand He has wandered into an unknown land,And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there.And you-...

By James Whitcomb Riley
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11 December

Children

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, 'Speak to us of Children.'And he said:Your children are not your children.They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.They come through you but not from you,And though they are with you,...

By Khalil Gibran
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10 December

Life In A Love

Escape me? Never--- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth While the one eludes, must the other pursue. My life is a fault at last, I fear: It seems too much like a fate, indeed! Though I...

By Robert Browning
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09 December

Editor Whedon

To be able to see every side of every question; To be on every side, to be everything, to be nothing long; To pervert truth, to ride it for a purpose, To use great feelings and passions of the human family For base designs, for cunning ends, To wear a...

By Edgar Lee Masters
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25 November