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The Suicide's Argument
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
No question was asked me--it could not be so !
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try
And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
An Essay On Man: Epistle I.
Having proposed to write some pieces on human life and manners, such as (to use my Lord Bacon's expression) come home to men's business and bosoms, I thought it more satisfactory to begin with considering man in the abstract, his nature and his state; since, to prove any moral duty, to enforce any moral precept, or to examine the perfection or imperfection of any creature whatsoever, it is necessary first to know what condition and relation it is placed in, and what is the proper end and purpose of its being.
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day
In the year of 1838, a steamer passed through the Fairway
Between the Farne Islands and the coast, on her passage northwards;
But the wind was against her, and the steamer laboured hard.
William Topaz Mcgonagall
â??Tis but a vague, invarious delight
As gold that rains about some buried king.
As the fine flakes,
Sordello: Book The Third
And the font took them: let our laurels lie!
Braid moonfern now with mystic trifoly
Because once more Goito gets, once more,
Sordello to itself! A dream is o'er,
Cried Allen Forman: 'Doctor, pray
Compose my spirits' strife:
O what may be my chances, say,
Of living all my life?
Understand That This Is A Dream
Real as a dream
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
What is the interpretation of this planet, this moon?
if I can dream that I dream / and dream anything dreamable / can I dream
The River Song
This boat is of shato-wood, and its gunwales are cut
Musicians with jewelled flutes and with pipes of gold
Fill full the sides in rows, and our wine
Says I to my Missis: “Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind.”
Says she: “You are right, Sam, I've something. It ‘appens it's on me be'ind.
A Boil as ‘ud make Job jealous. It ‘urts me no end when I sit.”
Says I: “Go to ‘ospittel, Missis. They might ‘ave to coot it a bit.”
Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind."
Says she: "You are right, Sam, I've something. It 'appens it's on me be'ind.
A Boil as 'ud make Job jealous. It 'urts me no end when I sit."
Says I: "Go to 'ospittel, Missis. They might 'ave to coot it a bit."
Robert William Service
George Joslin On La Menken
Here, Coroner Merival, look at this picture!
Whom does it look like? Eyes too crystalline,
A head like Byron's, tender mouth, and neck,
Slender and white, a pathos as of smiles
Edgar Lee Masters