LIFE
This strange disease of modern life,
With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
LIFE
They live that they may eat, but he himself
[Socrates] eats that he may live.
AthenjEus. IV. 15. See Aulus Gellius.
XVIII. 2. 8.
As a mortal, thou must nourish each of two
forebodings—that tomorrow's sunlight will be
the last that thou shalt see; and that for fifty
years thou wilt live out thy life in ample wealth.
Bacchyltdes.
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| text = <poem>I would live to study, and not study to live.
Bacon—Memorial of Access. From a Letter
to King James 1. See Birch's ed. of
Bacon—Letters, Speeches, etc. P. 321. (Ed.
1763)
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The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man less
than a span:
In his conception wretched, from the womb so to
the tomb;
Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years
with cares and fears.
Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
Bacon—Life. Preface to the Translation of
Certain Psalms. For "Man's a Bubble," see Petronius under Man. For "Writ in
Water," see Beaumont under Deeds.
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| text = <poem>We live in deeds, not years: in thoughts, not
breaths;
[n feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He
most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. A Country Tarum.
It matters not how long we live, but how.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Wood and Water.
Life hath more awe than death.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Wood and Water.
I live for those who love me,
For those who know me true;
For the heaven so blue above me,
And the good that I can do.
George Linnaeus Banks—My Aim. In
Daisies of the Grass. P. 21. (Ed. 1865)
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| text = <poem>Life! we've been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather:
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear:
Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;
Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time,
Say not Good-night,—but in some brighter clime
Bid me Good-morning.
Anna Letitia Barbauld—Life.
Life is a long lesson in humility.
Barbie—Little Minister. Ch. III.
Loin des sepultures celebres
Vers un cimitiere isole
Mon coeur, comme un tambour voile
Va battant des marches funebres.
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating
funeral marches.
Baudelaire—Les Fleurs du Mai. Le Guignon.
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| text = <poem>Our lives are but our marches to the grave.
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Lieutenant. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 76.
We sleep, but the loom of life never stops and
the pattern which was weaving when the sun
went down is weaving when it comes up to-morrow.
Henry Ward Beecher—Life Thoughts. P.
12.
The day is short, the work is much.
Saying of Ben Syra. (From the Hebrew.}})
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| text = <poem>We are all but Fellow-Travelers,
Along Life's weary way;
If any man can play the pipes,
In God's name, let him play.
John Bennett—Poem in The Century.
Life does not proceed by the association and
addition of elements, but by dissociation and
division.
Henri Bergson—Creative Evolution. Ch. I.
For life is tendency, and the essence of a tendency is to develop in the form of a sheaf, creating, by its very growth, divergent directions
among which its impetus is divided.
Henri Bergson—Creative Revolution. Cb*II.
Nasci miserum, vivere poena, angustia mori.
It is a misery to be born, a pain to live, a
trouble to die.
St. Bernard—Ch. III.
Alas, how scant the sheaves for all the trouble,
The toil, the pain and the resolve sublime—
A few full ears; the rest but weeds and stubble,
And withered wild-flowers plucked before their
time.
A. B. Bragdon—The Old Campus.
For life is the mirror of king and slave,
'Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.
Madeleine Bridges—Life's Mirror.
There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true;
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.
Madeleine Bridges—Life's Mirror.
Life, believe, is not a dream,
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day!
Charlotte Bronte—Life.
