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Thomas Love Peacock (Томас Лав Пикок)


A Glee


Quickly pass the social glass,
Hence with idle sorrow!
No delay---enjoy today,
Think not of tomorrow!
Life at best is but a span,
Let us taste it whilst we can;
Let us still with smiles confess,
All our aim is happiness!

Childish fears, and sighs and tears
Still to us are strangers;
Why destroy the bud of joy
With ideal dangers?
Let the song of pleasure swell;
Care with us shall never dwell;
Let us still with smiles confess,
All our aim is happiness! 



Thomas Love Peacock's other poems:
  1. The Magic Bark
  2. A Bill for the Better Promotion of Oppression on the Sabbath Day
  3. Life's Uncertain Day
  4. Lines on the Death of Julia
  5. The Monks of St. Mark


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