454 LIFE
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.
For life lives only in success.
Bayard Taylob—Amran's Wooing. St. 5.
Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star
In God's eternal day.
Bayard Taylor—Autumnal Vespers.
The white flower of a blameless life.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Dedication to Idylls of the King.
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.
| author = Tennyson
| work = In Memoriam. Pt. CXVUL
St. 5.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Ulysses. L. 6.
Life is like a game of tables, the chances are
not in our power, but the playing is.
Terence—AdeVphi; also Plato—Commonwealth. Quoted by Jeremy Taylor—Holy
Living. Sec. VI. Of Contentedness.
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| text = <poem>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.
| seealso = (See also Dickens)
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| text = <poem>My life is like a stroll upon the beach.
Thoreau—A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers.
The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground;
'Twas therefore said by ancient sages,
That love of life increased with years
So much, that in our latter stages,
When pain grows sharp, and sickness rages,
The greatest love of life appears.
Hester L. Thrale—Three Warnings.
We live not in our moments or our years:
The present we fling from us like the rind
Of some sweet future, which we after find
Bitter to taste.
Richard Chenevlx Trench—To .
Life let us cherish, while yet the taper glows,
And the fresh flow'ret pluck ere it close;
Why are we fond of toil and care?
Why choose the rankling thorn to wear?
J. M. Ustbri—Life let us Cherish.
LIFE
Pour executer 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.
Qu'est-ce qu'une grande vie? C'est un rc>e
de jeunesse realise dans l'age mur.
What is a great life? It is the dreams of
youth realised in old age.
Alfred de Vigny, quoted by Louis Ratisbonne in an article in the Journal des
Debats, Oct. 4, 1863.
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| text = Ma vie est un combat.
My life is a struggle.
Voltaire—LeFanatisme. 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."
| seealso = (See also Walpole under World)
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| text = <poem>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, unruffled,
Play what I get, until the break of day.
Eugene F. Ware—Whist.
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| text = <poem>Since the bounty of Providence is new every day,
As we journey through life let us live by the way.
Walter Watson—Drinking Song.
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—Dauxn on the Headland.
Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies if one be gone.
Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.
Watts—Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Bk. II.
Hymn XIX.
<poem>Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand. Secure, insensible. Charles Wesley—Hymn. (1749)
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| num = | text = <poem>I desire to have both heaven and hell ever in
my eye, while I stand on this isthmus of life, between two boundless oceans. John Wesley—Letter to Charles (1747)
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