"The quickening year dissolves the snow,
And grasses spring and blossoms blow;
Through greener plains the stream once more
Glides lessening by the silent shore:
Again th' awakening forests wear
Their pendent wealth of wreathed hair;
While nymphs and graces, disarrayed,
Dance fearless in the mottled shad.
The circling year, the fleeting day,
Are types of Nature's law, and say
That to the frail earth tthe fates deny
The gift of immortality.
All, all is change. 'Neath Spring's warm sighs
Hoar-headed Winter wakes, and dies:
Summer succeeds to vernal showers:
Autumn comes next with fruits and flowers.
The winter lays his icy hand
Once more upon the sleeping land.
Through Heaven's blue depths swift sailing moons
Repair the loss of vanished suns:-
But when we reach the fated shore
Which kings and heroes trod before,
What are we? Clay to dust returned,
A shad, forgotten and unmourned.
We live to day: to-morrow's light
May not be ours: then live aright;
With generous heart thy riches share,
And disappoint the grasping heir.
When Minos throned in Stygian gloom,
Relentless judge, shall speak they doom,
Torquatus, thee nor proud descent,
Nor wit, nor wisdom eloquent,
Nor piety itself, shall save
From the dark silence of the grave.
In vain the huntress queen implored
Hades' inexorable lord
To free her chaste Hippolytus:
The might of Theseus strove in vain
To sunder the Lethaen chain
Which bound his loved Pirithous."
-- Horace of Rome.
And grasses spring and blossoms blow;
Through greener plains the stream once more
Glides lessening by the silent shore:
Again th' awakening forests wear
Their pendent wealth of wreathed hair;
While nymphs and graces, disarrayed,
Dance fearless in the mottled shad.
The circling year, the fleeting day,
Are types of Nature's law, and say
That to the frail earth tthe fates deny
The gift of immortality.
All, all is change. 'Neath Spring's warm sighs
Hoar-headed Winter wakes, and dies:
Summer succeeds to vernal showers:
Autumn comes next with fruits and flowers.
The winter lays his icy hand
Once more upon the sleeping land.
Through Heaven's blue depths swift sailing moons
Repair the loss of vanished suns:-
But when we reach the fated shore
Which kings and heroes trod before,
What are we? Clay to dust returned,
A shad, forgotten and unmourned.
We live to day: to-morrow's light
May not be ours: then live aright;
With generous heart thy riches share,
And disappoint the grasping heir.
When Minos throned in Stygian gloom,
Relentless judge, shall speak they doom,
Torquatus, thee nor proud descent,
Nor wit, nor wisdom eloquent,
Nor piety itself, shall save
From the dark silence of the grave.
In vain the huntress queen implored
Hades' inexorable lord
To free her chaste Hippolytus:
The might of Theseus strove in vain
To sunder the Lethaen chain
Which bound his loved Pirithous."
-- Horace of Rome.
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- I am a 20 year old guy from New Mexico (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Visionary - and a crazy naked man..
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