Topic: Life

An Invocation

To God, the everlasting, who abides, One Life within things infinite that die: To Him whose unity no thought divides: Whose breath is breathèd through immensity. Him neither eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard; Nor reason, seated in the souls of men, Though pondering oft on the mysterious word, Hath e’er...

By John Addington Symonds
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14 August

The Collar

I Struck the board, and cry'd, No more. I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the rode, Loose as the winde, as large as store. Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me...

By George Herbert
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12 August

The Dark Hours of My Being

I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that's wide and timeless. So I am...

By Rilke
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09 August

The Dying Christian to His Soul

Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away! What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns...

By Alexander Pope
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07 August

Footsteps of Angels

When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at...

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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03 August

The Wanderer

I come down from the mountains The valley dims, the sea roars. I wander silently and am somewhat unhappy. And my sighs always ask "where?" The sun seems so cold to me here, The flowers faded, the life old, And what they say has an empty sound; I am a stranger everywhere. Where...

By George Philip Schmidt
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01 August

Prometheus Unbound

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
From it's own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, not falter, nor repent;

By Percy Shelley
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28 July


He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in Eternity’s sunrise. William Blake...

By William Blake
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25 July

A Psalm of Life

What The Heart Of  The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou...

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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24 July

Dance, My Heart!

DANCE, my heart! dance to-day with joy. The strains of love fill the days and the nights with music, and the world is listening to its melodies: Mad with joy, life and death dance to the rhythm of this music. The hills and the sea and the...

By Kabir
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19 July