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Away with funeral music--set
The pipe to powerful lips-
And not for him that sips.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
(See also HOMER under STORY TELLING) Thy life's a miracle.
King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 6. L. 55.
(See also SAXE)
That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld jump the life to come.
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. L. 4. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys; renown, and grace is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 96.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 23.
9 I bear a charmed life.
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 8. L. 12.
Reason thus with life:
Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 6.
20. 12 Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; Still question d me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have pass'd.
Othello. Act I. Sc.3. L. 128. 13
It is silliness to live when to live is torment; and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.
Othello. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 309. 14 Life was driving at brains-at its darling object: an organ by which it can attain not only self-consciousness but self-understanding. BERNARD SHAW-Man and Superman. Act
So his life has flowed From its mysterious urn a sacred stream, In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure Alone are mirrored; which, though shapes of ill May hover round its surface, glides in light, And takes no shadow from them. THOMAS NOON TALFOURD-Ion. Act I. Sc.
1. L. 138.
Pour exécuter de grandes choses, il faut vivre comme si on ne devait jamais mourir.
To execute great things, one should live as though one would never die. VAUVENARGUES.
For life lives only in success.
BAYARD TAYLOR—Amran's Wooing. St. 5.
Qu'est-ce qu'une grande vie? C'est un rêre de jeunesse réalisé dans l'âge mûr.
What is a great life? It is the dreams of youth realised in old age. ALFRED DE VIGNY, quoted by Louis RATI :
BONNE in an article in the Journal des
Débats, Oct. 4, 1863. 15 Ma vie est un combat.
My life is a struggle.
VOLTAIRE—Le Fanatisme. II. 4. Life is a comedy. WALPOLE—Letter to SIR HORACE MANN,
Dec. 31, 1769. In a letter to same, March 5, 1772. “This world is a comedy, not Life."
(See also WALPOLE under WoRLD)
Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star
In God's eternal day.
TENNYSON-Dedication to Idylls of the King.
5 Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom,
And heated hot with burning fears,
And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom,
To shape and use. TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. CXVIII.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees.
TENNYSON-Ulysses. L. 6.
Life is like a game of tables, the chances are not in our power, but the playing is. TERENCE—Adelphi; also PLATO—Common
wealth. Quoted by JEREMY TAYLOR-Holy Living. Sec. VI. Of Contentedness.
(See also HUXLEY) No particular motive for living, except the custom and habit of it. THACKERAY. Article on Thackeray and his Novels in Blackwood's Mag. Jan. 1854.
(See also DICKENS)
Life is a game of whist. From unseen sources The cards are shuffled, and the hands are
dealt. Blind are our efforts to control the forces
That, though unseen, are no less strongly felt. I do not like the way the cards are shuffled,
But still I like the game and want to play; And through the long, long night will i, un
ruflled, Play what I get, until the break of day. EUGENE F. WARE-Whist.
(See also HUXLEY) Since the bounty of Providence is new every day, As we journey through life let us live by the way.
WALTER WATSON—Drinking Song.
My life is like a stroll upon the beach. THOREAUMA Week on the Concord and Merri
Yet I know that I dwell in the midst of the roar
of the Cosmic Wheel In the hot collision of Forces, and the clangor
of boundless Strife, Mid the sound of the speed of worlds, the rushing
worlds, and the peal Of the thunder of Life. WILLIAM WATSON—Dawn on the Headland.
The tree of deepest root is found
That love of life increased with years
The greatest love of life appears.
RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH-To
Long and long has the grass been growing,
WALT WHITMAN-Exposition. I.
him or her who shall be complete, The earth remains jagged and broken only to
him or her who remains jagged and broken. WALT WHITMAN—Song of the Rolling Earth. 3.
The pages of our years,
And blot the ill with tears!
WHITTIER—Written in a Lady's Album. The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer,
The headstones thicken along the way;
For those who walk with us day by day.
And we set them to music at pleasure;
As we choose to fashion the measure.
in his 18th Century Book. See Notes and
Implore we, bending low,
May guide us as we go.
Latin Hymn said to have been sung at the
death-bed of WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR. 16 Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same
BAILEY-Festus. Sc. Water and Wood.
Ah! somehow life is bigger after all
OSCAR WILDE-Humanitad. St. 60.
The Book of Life begins with a man and a woman in a garden.
It ends with Revelations.
For I light my candle from their torches. BURTON-Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III.
Sect. II. Memb. 5. Subsec. 1.
We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love;
Independence and Liberty. No. XIII.
(See also HAWEIS) 10 For what are men who grasp at praise sublime, But bubbles on the rapid stream of time, That rise, and fall, that swell, and are no more, Born, and forgot, ten thousand in an hour? YOUNG-Love of Fame. Satire II. L. 285.
(See also OMAR)
YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night V. L. 718.
12 That life is long, which answers life's great end.
Porno-Night Thoughts. Night V. L. 773.
The light that never was on sea or land,
a picture of Peele Castle in a storm. But ne'er to a seductive lay let faith be given; Nor deem that "light that leads astray” is light
from Heaven. WORDSWORTH–To the Sons of Burns.
(See also BURNS)
Syringa Vulgaris 7
The lilac spread Odorous essence.
JEAN INGELOW–Laurance. Pt. III.
And lilies white, prepared to touch
Very whitely still
XXIV. 18 I wish I were the lily's leaf
To fade upon that bosom warm,
The trophy of thy paler form.
Go down to Kew in lilac-time, in lilac-time, in
lilac-time; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from
London). And you shall wander hand in hand with love in
summer's wonderland; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from
And the stately lilies stand
Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night.
JULIA C. R. DORR-A Red Rose.
I am thinking of the lilac-trees,
That shook their purple plumes,
Shed fragrance through the room.
Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed
hour, Than yours, ye Lilies! chosen thus and graced!
MRS. HEMANS-Sonnet. The Lilies of the Field.
The purple clusters load the lilac-bushes.
AMELIA B. WELBY-Hopeless Love.
The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd,
sky in the night, I mourn'd-and yet shall mourn with ever
returning spring. WALT WHITMAN-When Lilacs Last in the
Door-Yard Bloom'd. I. Leaves of Grass. With every leaf a miracle
and from this bush in the door-yard,
We are Lilies fair,
The flower of virgin light; Nature held us forth, and said,
“Lo! my thoughts of white. LEIGH Hunt—Songs and Chorus of the Flowers.