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Love Of Life Why love life more, the less of it be left, And what is left be little but the lees, And Time's subsiding passions have bereft One's taste for pleasure, and one's power to please? Is it not better, like the waning year, Without lament resignedly to fade, Since by enduring ordinance all things here Are in their season shattered and decayed? If you have shared in April's freshet song, And Summer can without reproach recall, Yearn not Autumnal harvest to prolong, Nor shrink from Winter that awaits us all; But, lightened of the load of earthly ties, Pursue with homeward step your journey to the skies. Alfred Austin's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1394 |
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