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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reflections</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon The Subject</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When all the fiercer passions cease<br>(The glory and disgrace of youth):<br>When the deluded soul in peace,<br>Can listen to the voice of truth:<br>When we are taught in whom to trust,<br>And how to spare, to spend, to give,<br>(Our prudence kind, our pity just),<br>'Tis then we rightly learn to live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its weakness when the body feels,<br>Nor danger in contempt defies:<br>To reason when desire appeals,<br>When, on experience, hope relies:<br>When every passing hour we prize,<br>Nor rashly on our follies spend:<br>But use it, as it quickly flies,<br>With sober aim to serious end:<br>When prudence bounds our utmost views,<br>And bids us wrath and wrong forgive:<br>When we can ealmly gain or lose, -<br>'Tis then we rightly learn to live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet thus, when we our way discern,<br>And can upon our care depend,<br>To travel safely, when we learn,<br>Behold? we're near our journey's end.<br>We've trod the maze of error round,<br>Long wand'ring in the winding glade:<br>And, now the torch of truth is found,<br>It only shows us where we stray'd:<br>Light for ourselves, what is it worth,<br>When we no more our way can choose?<br>For others, when we hold it forth,<br>They, in their pride, the boon refuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By long experience taught, we now<br>Can rightly judge of friends and foes,<br>Can all the worth of these allow,<br>And all their faults discern in those;<br>Relentless hatred, erring love,<br>We can for sacred truth forego;<br>We can the warmest friend reprove,<br>And bear to praise the fiercest foe:<br>To what effect? Our friends are gone<br>Beyond reproof, regard, or care;<br>And of our foes remains there one,<br>The mild relenting thought to share?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now 'tis our boast that we can quell<br>The wildest passions in their rage;<br>Can their destructive force repel,<br>And their impetuous wrath assuage:<br>Ah! Virtue, dost thou arm, when now<br>This bold rebellious race are fled;<br>When all these tyrants rest and thou<br>Art warring with the mighty dead?<br>Revenge, ambition, scorn, and pride,<br>And strong desire, and fierce disdain,<br>The giant-brood by thee defied,<br>Lo! Time's resistless strokes have slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet Time, who could that race subdue,<br>(O'erpowering strength, appeasing rage,)<br>Leaves yet a persevering crew,<br>To try the failing powers of age.<br>Vex'd by the constant call of these,<br>Virtue a while for conquest tries:<br>But weary grown and fond of ease,<br>She makes with them a compromise:<br>Av'rice himself she gives to rest,<br>But rules him with her strict commands;<br>Bids Pity touch his torpid breast,<br>And Justice hold his eager hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet is their nothing men can do,<br>When chilling age comes creeping on?<br>Cannot we yet some good pursue?<br>Are talents buried? genius gone?<br>If passions slumber in the breast,<br>If follies from the heart be fled;<br>Of laurels let us go in quest,<br>And place them on the poet's head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, we'll redeem the wasted time,<br>And to neglected studies flee;<br>We'll build again the lofty rhyme,<br>Or live, Philosophy, with thee:<br>For reasoning clear, for flight sublime,<br>Eternal fame reward shall be;<br>And to what glorious heights we'll climb,<br>The admiring crowd shall envying see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Begin the song! begin the theme! -<br>Alas! and is Invention dead?<br>Dream we no more the golden dream?<br>Is Mem'ry with her treasures fled?<br>Yes, 'tis too late,--now Reason guides<br>The mind, sole judge in all debate;<br>And thus the important point decides,<br>For laurels, 'tis, alas! too late.<br>What is possess'd we may retain,<br>But for new conquests strive in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beware then, Age, that what was won,<br>If life's past labours, studies, views,<br>Be lost not, now the labour's done,<br>When all thy part is,--not to lose:<br>When thou canst toil or gain no more,<br>Destroy not what was gain'd before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, all that's gain'd of all that's good,<br>When time shall his weak frame destroy<br>(Their use then rightly understood),<br>Shall man, in happier state, enjoy.<br>Oh! argument for truth divine,<br>For study's cares, for virtue's strife;<br>To know the enjoyment will be thine,<br>In that renew'd, that endless life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Crabbe">George Crabbe</a><div class=q>
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When all the fiercer passions cease
(The glory and disgrace of youth):
When the deluded soul in peace,
Can listen to the voice of truth:
When we are taught in whom to trust,
And how to spare, to spend, to give,
(Our prudence kind..."></div>
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