Life and Existence

Authority forgets a dying king.

 

For though from out our bourne of time and place

 

For though from out our bourne of time and place

 

Sunset and evening star,

 

For men may come and men may go,

 

For men may come and men may go,

 

But O for the touch of a vanished hand,

 

The Church’s one foundation

 

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

 

Seal with a righteous kiss

 

Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,

 

When he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

 

When he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

 

I shall fall

 

I shall fall

 

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!

 

I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing when blood is their argument?

 

He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to

 

Now all the youth of England are on fire,

 

Consideration like an angel came,

 

But there are moments which he calls his own,

 

A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading.

 

Often when I pray I wonder if I am not posting letters to a non-existent address.

 

We have trained them [men] to think of the Future as a promised land which favoured heroes attain—not as something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.