<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408494" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dirge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">VVhat is th' Existence of Mans life? <br>But open war, or slumber'd strife. <br>Where sickness to his sense presents <br>The combat of the Elements: <br>And never feels a perfect Peace <br>Till deaths cold hand signs his release. <br>It is a storm where the hot blood <br>Out-vies in rage the boyling flood; <br>And each loud Passion of the mind <br>Is like a furious gust of wind, <br>Which beats his Bark with many a Wave <br>Till he casts Anchor in the Grave. <br>It is a flower which buds and growes, <br>And withers as the leaves disclose; <br>Whose spring and fall faint seasons keep, <br>Like fits of waking before sleep: <br>Then shrinks into that fatal mold <br>Where its first being was enroll'd. <br>It is a dream, whose seeming truth <br>Is moraliz'd in age and youth: <br>Where all the comforts he can share <br>As wandring as his fancies are; <br>Till in a mist of dark decay <br>The dreamer vanish quite away. <br>It is a Diall, which points out <br>The Sun-set as it moves about: <br>And shadowes out in lines of night <br>The subtile stages of times flight, <br>Till all obscuring earth hath laid <br>The body in perpetual shade. <br>It is a weary enterlude <br>Which doth short joyes, long woes include. <br>The World the Stage, the Prologue tears, <br>The Acts vain hope, and vary'd fears: <br>The Scene shuts up with loss of breath, <br>And leaves no Epilogue but Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+King">Henry King</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408494" data-title="The Dirge de Henry King" data-description="VVhat is th' Existence of Mans life? But open war, or slumber'd strife. Where sickness to his sense presents The combat of the Elements: And never feels a perfect Peace Till deaths cold hand signs his release. It is a storm where the hot blo..."></div> </div> </div>

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