As drifting logs of wood may haply meet On ocean's waters surging to and fro, And having met, drift once again apart, So, fleeting is the intercourse of men. E'en as a traveler meeting with the shade Of some o'erhung tree, awhile reposes, Then leaves its shelter to pursue his ways, So men meet friends, then part with them for ever.
e'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend, Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne, As the light straw and rapid stubble fly In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.
Great albatross! the meanest birds Spring up and flit away, While thou must toil to gain a flight, And spread those pinions grey; But when they once are fairly poised, Far o'er each chirping thing Thou sailest wide to other lands, e'en sleeping on the wing.
For he lives twice who can at once employThe present well, and e'en the past enjoy.Alexander Pope
A glimpse of Breidablick, whose walls are lightAs e'en the silver on the cliff it shone;Of dark blue steel its columns azure heightAnd the big altar was one agate stone.It seemed as if the air upheld aloneIts dome, unless supporting spirits bore it,Studded with stars Odin's spangled throne,A light inscrutable burned fiercely o'er it;In sky-blue mantles,Sat the gold-crowned gods before it.esaias tegnér
What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath. A thing beyond us, e'en before our death.Alexander Pope
Cling to thy home! If there the meanest shed Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head, And some poor plot, with vegetables stored, Be all that Heaven allots thee for thy board, Unsavory bread, and herbs that scatter'd grow Wild on the river-brink or mountain-brow; Yet e'en this cheerless mansion shall provide More heart's repose than all the world beside.
The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!Alexander Pope
Allegans contraria non est audiendus (Jenk. Cent. 16): "He is not to be heard who alleges things contradictory to each other." This elementary rule of logic expresses, in technical language, the saying that a man shall not be permitted to "blow hot and cold" with reference to the same transaction, or insist, at different times, on the truth of each of two conflicting allegations, according to the promptings of his private interest. Says the Satyr, if you have gotten a trick of blowing hot and cold out of the same mouth, I've e'en done with ye.
Nothing, thou elder brother e'en to shade.
A glimpse of Breidablick, whose walls are light As e'en the silver on the cliff it shone; Of dark blue steel its columns azure height And the big altar was one agate stone. It seemed as if the air upheld alone Its dome, unless supporting spirits bore it, Studded with stars Odin's spangled throne, A light inscrutable burned fiercely o'er it; In sky-blue mantles, Sat the gold-crowned gods before it.
Under this marble, or under this sill, Or under this turf, or e'en what they will, Whatever an heir, or a friend in his stead, Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head, Lies one who ne'er car'd, and still cares not a pin What they said or may say of the mortal within; But who, living and dying, serene, still and free, Trusts in God that as well as he was he shall be.Alexander Pope
Traveller, let your step be light, So that sleep these eyes may close, For poor Scarron, till to-night, Ne'er was able e'en to doze.
But when ill indeed, e'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.colman, george, the younger
e'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, e'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires.thomas gray
e'en as he trod that day to God, So walked he from his birth, In simpleness, and gentleness and honor And clean mirth.rudyard kipling
And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind, e'en to the ashes of the just is kind.
So sweet the blush of bashfulness, e'en pity scarce can wish it less!lord byron
e'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently.john keats
e'en though I would not, die I must; Why stray I thus through life?
e'en copious Dryden wanted, or forgot, The last and greatest art the art to blot.Alexander Pope
e'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, e'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.thomas gray
e'en such is time! which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have; And pays us naught but age and dust, Which, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days. And from which grave, and earth, and dust, The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
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