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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MORAL, by M. A. M. DESAUGIERS First Line: Ye sons of folly, sing Last Line: Our life may end. | |||
YE sons of Folly, sing, Whate'er betide: On ills that life may bring Lean not, but glide. Pleasure costs not, nor hath Sad tearful showers, But scatters on our path Delightful flowers. Yes! Joy's delirium bear Where'er you go; And laugh, devoid of care, At weal or woe. Long as your mistress loves, To her be true; If she inconstant proves, Do you change too. Life's winter on doth haste, Soon flits our prime; Let us not therefore waste Our little time. Who can the future know-- What fate may send? To-morrow, ere it go, Our life may end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ETERNAL YAWNER by M. A. M. DESAUGIERS CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH MY AIN COUNTREE by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 9. AT THE ALTAR-RAIL by THOMAS HARDY THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS RIDDLE OF GOD by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS THE SLEEP IN GETHSEMANE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: BABYLONIA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON SEVEN SONNETS ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH: 3 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |
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