<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What is Life?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,<br>A mist retreating from the morning sun,<br>A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.<br>Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought.<br>And Happiness? A bubble on the stream,<br>That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn,<br>That of its charms divests the dewy lawn,<br>And robs each flow'ret of its gem -and dies;<br>A cobweb, hiding disappointment's thorn,<br>Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what is Death? Is still the cause unfound?<br>That dark mysterious name of horrid sound?<br>A long and lingering sleep the weary crave.<br>And Peace? Where can its happiness abound?<br>Nowhere at all, save heaven and the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise,<br>A thing to be desired it cannot be;<br>Since everything that meets our foolish eyes<br>Gives proof sufficient of its vanity.<br>'Tis but a trial all must undergo,<br>To teach unthankful mortals how to prize<br>That happiness vain man's denied to know,<br>Until he's called to claim it in the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</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=419553" data-title="What is Life? de John Clare" data-description="And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream. Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought. And Happiness? A bubble on the stream, That in the act of seizing shrinks..."></div> </div> </div>

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