'Learn while you're young', he often said, 'there is much to enjoy, down here below, life for the living, and rest for the dead!' |
And he sang every night as he went to bed. 'Let us be happy down here below: the living should live, though the dead be dead.' Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago. |
But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do wear the crown, without the cross! |
Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer. |
O sweet September, they first breezes bring the dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, the cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring and promise of exceeding joy hereafter. |
Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things, and hence their importance. |
The living need charity more than the dead. |
The living need more charity than the dead |