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Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир)


Imitation of The Olden Poets


Time is a taper waning fast!
Use it, man, well whilst it doth last:
Lest burning downwards it consume away,
Before thou hast commenced the labour of the day.

Time is a pardon of a goodly soil!
Plenty shall crown thine honest toil:
But if uncultivated, rankest weeds
Shall choke the efforts of the rising seeds.

Time is a leasehold of uncertain date!
Granted to thee by everlasting fate.
Neglect not thou, ere thy short term expire,
To save thy soul from ever-burning fire. 



Edward Lear's other poems:
  1. He Lived at Dingle Bank
  2. Incidents in the Llife of My Uncle Arly
  3. There Was an Old Person in Gray
  4. There Was An Old Man Of Kilkenny
  5. There Was an Old Man of Madras


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