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A PSALM OF LIFE http://www.sobhabana.com/2018/09/a-psalm-of-life.html
Poetry
A psalm of life
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
'Dust thou art, to dust thou return-est',
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
finds us father than today.
Art long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'ev life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing,
with a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and wait.
Glossary
a psalm a song, hymn
mournful numbers sorrowful songs
slumbers sleeps(the soul, if inactive, is dead)
earnest serious
Dust. ...returnest a quotation from the Bible regarding the mortality of the human body
destined predetermined
act to do one's duty
fleeting passing quickly
Art learning, knowledge
muffled at a funeral, drums are covered with a cloth to deaden the sound and make it more solemn
bivouac a temporary, camp used by soldiers (a French word)
footprint in the sands of time Great deeds in the history of man,
be not .... strife Do not submit.Fight
sublime noble
departing when we die
main ocean
a forlorn and shipwrecked brother one who has failed in life and is distressed at his own moral and material ruin
heart for any fate courage to face any situation
shall take heart again Others following us will know that we too have had the experiences and shall overcome hardships.
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THE BALLAD OF FATHER GILLIGAN http://www.sobhabana.com/2018/09/the-ballad-of-father-gilligan.html
Poetry
The ballad of father Gilligan
William Butler Yeats
The old priest peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day;
For half has frock were in their beds,
or under green sods lay.
Once, while he nodded on a chair,
the ballad of father gilligan
At the moth-hour of eve,
Another poor man sent for him,
and he began to grieve.
'I have no rest, nor joy, nor peace,
For people die and die';
And after cried he, 'God forgive!
My body spake, not II'.
He knelt, and learning on the chair
He prayed and fell asleep;
And the moth-hour went from the fields,
And stars began to peep.
They slowly into millions grew,
And leaves shook in the wind;
And God covered the world with shade,
And whispered to mankind.
Upon the time of sparrow-chirp
When the moths came once more.
The old priest Peter Gilligan
Stood upright on the floor.
'Mavrone, mavrone! the man has died
While I slept on the chair';
He roused his horse out of its sleep,
And rode with little care.
He rode now as he never rode,
By rocky lane and fen;
The sick man's wife opened the door:
'Father! you come again!'
'And is the poor man dead?' he cried.
'He died an hour ago.'
The old priest Peter Gilligan
In grief awayed to and fro.
'When you were gone, he turned and died
As merry as a bird.'
The old priest Peter Gilligan
He knelt him at that word.
He Who hath made the night of stars
For souls who tire and bleed,
Sent one of His great angels down
To help me in my need.
'He who is wrapped in purple robes,
With planets in His care,
Had pity on the least of things
Asleep upon a chair.'
Glossary
priest also called 'Father', a person who performs religious rites of the church
flock members of his parish - locality around the church(They are like the flock of sheep and Father Gilligan, their shepherd.)
sod upper layer of the grasslands;(under the sods - in grave)
moth-hour of eve the time just before evening(moths are winged insects fly at dawn and dusk, 'eve' : poetic form for 'evening')
'Mavrone, mavrone!' a cry of grief in Irish, 'my sorrow', 'alas'
fen wet, marsh land
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DAFFODILS http://www.sobhabana.com/2018/09/daffodils.html
Poetry
Daffodils
William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'ev vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
daffodils
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company;
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Glossary
daffodils bell-shaped flowers of golden yellow colour and beautiful fragrance.
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