The Tide Rises The Tide Falls ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Tide Rises The Tide Falls

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls, 
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; 
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town, 
And the tide rises, the tide falls. 
Darkness settles on roofs and walls, 
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls; 
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands, 
And the tide rises, the tide falls. 
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; 
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore. 
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

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Good Luck & Bad ~ Grantland Rice

Good Luck and Bad

Grantland Rice

GOOD Luck is like a down hill tide 
That helps to make an easy start, 
Where one may paddle, drift or glide
Without much effort on his part;

But though it takes you to the goal
And brings you in the world's acclaim, 
It builds no fibre for your soul
Nor molds you for the rougher game. 

Bad Luck is like an uphill sweep,
The test of courage and of class, 
Where troubles grow and shadows creep
And none except the valiant pass ;

Where through raw gales that blow but ill
The entry clings to this lone dream : 
The stalwart only stalks the hill
The gamefish only swims up stream. 

If your main wish is but to win
Let Good Luck help to pull you through, 
To know the cheering and the din
That go where laurel sprigs are due ;

But if you wish to build a heart
That scorns the fickle whims of Fate, 
Take Hard Luck for the journey's start
With rugged Trouble for a mate. 

A Celtic Prayer

A Celtic Prayer

Deep peace of the
running waves to you.
Deep peace of the
flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the
quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the
shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the
Son of Peace to you.

How Still, How Happy ~ Emily Bronte

How Still, How Happy

Emily Bronte

How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge -
The changing heaven the breezy weather, 

More than smooth seas and cloudless skies
And solemn, soothing, softened airs
That in the forest woke no sighs
And from the green spray shook no tears. 

How still, how happy! now I feel
Where silence dwells is sweeter far
Than laughing mirth's most joyous swell
However pure its raptures are. 

Come, sit down on this sunny stone:
'Tis wintry light o'er flowerless moors -
But sit - for we are all alone
And clear expand heaven's breathless shores. 

I could think in the withered grass
Spring's budding wreaths we might discern;
The violet's eye might shyly flash
And young leaves shoot among the fern. 

It is but thought - full many a night
The snow shall clothe those hills afar
And storms shall add a drearier blight
And winds shall wage a wilder war, 

Before the lark may herald in
Fresh foliage twined with blossoms fair
And summer days again begin
Their glory - haloed crown to wear. 

Yet my heart loves December's smile
As much as July's golden beam;
Then let us sit and watch the while
The blue ice curdling on the stream.

To My Dear & Loving Husband ~ Anne Bradstreet

To My Dear and Loving Husband 

Anne Bradstreet

            IF ever two were one, then surely we.
            If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee.
            If ever wife was happy in a man,
            Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
            I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
            Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
            My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
            Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
            Thy love is such I can no way repay.
            The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
            Then while we live, in love let’s so persever
            That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Happiness ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Happiness


Ralph Waldo Emerson


Are you seeking for greatness, O brother of mine,
As the full, fleeting seasons and years glide away?
If seeking directly and for self alone,
The true and abiding you never can stay.
But all self forgetting, know well the law,
It's the hero, and not the self-seeker, who's crowned.
Then go lose your life in the service of others,
And, lo! with rare greatness and glory 'twill abound.

Drinking Alone ~ Li Po

Drinking Alone

Li Po

I take my wine jug out among the flowers
to drink alone, without friends.

I raise my cup to entice the moon.
That, and my shadow, makes us three.

But the moon doesn't drink,
and my shadow silently follows.

I will travel with moon and shadow,
happy to the end of spring.

When I sing, the moon dances.
When I dance, my shadow dances, too.

We share life's joys when sober.
Drunk, each goes a separate way.

Constant friends, although we wander,
we'll meet again in the Milky Way.