Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
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Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate
Still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Let us, then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Psalm Of Life
What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist
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 returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is 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 sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er 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 labor and to wait.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Voices Of The Night : A Psalm Of Life
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 returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is 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 sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er 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 labor and to wait.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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A Psalm of Life
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 are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
Art is 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'er life's solenm 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 labor and to wait.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Nothing Achieving
Words and music by Stewart and Ian Copeland
My daddy's boots don't fit me
'Cause I'm bigger than him
He says I make him big now
I'm bigger than him
You see there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
You've locked the doors on your good living
And you told me to wait
You've got me backed into a corner
You're making me hate
I say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
[They say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving]
Throwing stones that are reeling
>From a reasonable light
You muscle in when I have a party
Ready to fight
I say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
song performed by by Police
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Don't Slow Your Pace
Whatever your endeavors,
May you seek them with happiness.
I hope this is a labor of love invested...
And not just time spent,
For a resumé to document!
To show others what you've accomplished,
Just for accomplishment sake...
Works to satisfy an ego that passes,
Leaving eventually your heart at stake!
And if you are not doing,
Something 'you' are pursuing...
But instead seeking a fortune to obtain!
You will one day discover,
Time has slipped away.
And the passion for collected treasures...
Has faded!
Just like the time you traded that strays!
Whatever your endeavors,
May you seek them with happiness.
I hope this is a labor of love invested...
And not just time spent,
For a resumé to document!
Don't wait to do those things you want!
Because of fears you will have nothing to flaunt!
In your heart is where your true ambitions are.
Don't waste it to delay the glow...
That makes you your own superstar that shows!
Go for it!
And don't slow your pace in doubt!
Make the best of it!
That is what the life you live is all about!
Living it just to please another...
You can do without!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Learn
I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone
I recommend walking around naked in your living room
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
It feels so good (swimming in your stomach)
Wait until the dust settles
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
I recommend biting off more then you can chew to anyone
I certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time
Feel free
Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)
Hold it up (to the rays)
You wait and see when the smoke clears
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do)
Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway)
The fire trucks are coming up around the bend
You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn
You grieve you learn
You choke you learn
You laugh you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you learn
You ask you learn
You live you learn
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Jagged Little Pill
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I read once that the two worst things that can happen in your life are: achieving your dreams, and not achieving your dreams. I'm living living my dream and I'm scared. I think that it can't go on like this because it's too perfect. I can't plan my life because at this stage in my career I'm not in control of it. I believe in fate; after all, it happened to me.
quote by Sophia Myles
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Space Between All Things
All the walls of your house,
were painted in deep blue,
you're at that indecisive age to choose colours that reflect you,
and everything and nothing,
is in the space between all things,
that fascinates as much as it agitates,
words turn me into what I say,
as you pull your yellow stained fingers,
through your un-kept hair,
I noticed that the corners of your jeans,
were folded neatly into squares,
your thoughts are the strangest place that you've ever been,
stranger even than Los Angeles,
it's like a cinema where they never ask you to leave,
So while you wait and are you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
from fate so while you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
She had a north Atlantic film star grace,
that's why her tears are out of place,
that kind sadness has more style,
so nothing will make her smile,
except as soon as anything happens,
she'll drag me on the street,
and hand in hand we stand protesting,
while everyone is still asleep,
So while you wait and are you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
from fate so while you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
so while you wait and are you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
from fate so while you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
Are you wait,
are you wait,
are you wait,
are you waaait,
song performed by by Idlewild
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Life's Lesson Book
Life is a ponderous lesson-book, and Fate
The teacher. When I came to love's fair leaf
My teacher turned the page and bade me wait.
'Learn first,' she said, 'love's grief';
And o'er and o'er through many a long tomorrow
She kept me conning that sad page of sorrow.
Cruel the task; and yet it was not vain.
Now the great book of life I know by heart.
In that one lesson of love's loss and pain
Fate doth the whole impart.
For, by the depths of woe, the mind can measure
The beauteous unscaled summits of love's pleasure.
Now, with the book of life upon her knee,
Fate sits! the unread page of love's delight
By her firm hand is half concealed from me,
And half revealed to sight.
Ah Fate! be kind! so well I learned love's sorrow,
Give me its full delight to learn tomorrow.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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True Dancing Souls
Our souls want to dance forever
not now. for you must see
Fate brought us together
too soon, he did
Finish your journey with her
and waiting I’ll be
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did
On future days we’ll be forever
our lives as one.
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did
Our lips touch, our souls dance
bounded we’ll be soon
For now wait we must because
Fate brought us together
too soon, he did
Soul mates forever but not for now
we wait, for time will come.
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did
Friends for now but forever we’ll be
wrapped by the music.
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did
For eternity or forever I’ll wait
one day we’ll be
Together happily without her
For fate brought us together
too soon you see
Fate brought us together
too late he did
For years ago we met
yet now we see our love
Fate brought us together
too late he did.
Not speaking one word,
we saved our lives
Fate brought us together
too late he did
We share now our memories
As our souls join
together they dance eternally
Our love now stays strong
our patience grows weak
No worries my love for
Fate brought us together
too soon but not too late
poem by Elicia Santoro
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The tendency of taxation is to create a class of persons who do not labor, to take from those who do labor the produce of that labor, and to give it to those who do not labor.
quote by William Cobbett
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Fate Beckons
Why Should I live in fear,
Why should I live with tears,
When my fate is not to wait,
But to take what's mine
And leave what's yours
You build your Airy castles
From nothing but my blood and sweat
And yet you have hassles
To acknowledge me yet
Who are you?
To judge me so
When it is not for you to..
Who am I
To be judged so
When it is not for me to be..
One day fate will knock.
At my door and yours.
And the judgment of the King
Shall tell for whom the bell tolls.
That day I shall wait,
Joyfully as is my fate.
Be it Heaven or hell
Only time & fate will tell
poem by Ayan excalibur
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Fate Beckons
Why Should I live in fear,
Why should I live with tears,
When my fate is not to wait,
But to take what's mine
And leave what's yours
You build your Airy castles
From nothing but my blood and sweat
And yet you have hassles
To acknowledge me yet
Who are you?
To judge me so
When it is not for you to..
Who am I
To be judged so
When it is not for me to be..
One day fate will knock.
At my door and yours.
And the judgment of the King
Shall tell for whom the bell tolls.
That day I shall wait,
Joyfully as is my fate.
Be it Heaven or hell
Only time & fate will tell…
poem by Ayan excalibur
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Conclusion of a Letter to a Friend
Sent from Italy, 1741
But happy you from the contagion free,
Who, through her veil, can human nature see;
Calm you reflect, amid the frantic scene,
On the low views of those mistaken men,
Who lose the short invaluable hour,
Through dirt-pursuing schemes of distant pow'r:
Whose best enjoyments never pay the chase,
But melt like snow within a warm embrace.
Believe me, friend, for such indeed are you,
Dear to my heart, and to my int'rest true;
Too much already have you thrown away,
Too long sustain'd the labor of the day;
Enjoy the remnant of declining light,
Nor wait for rest till overwhelm'd in night.
By present pleasure balance pain you've past,
Forget all systems, and indulge your taste.
poem by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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Crawl Through The Darkness
Crawl through the darkness, fear all that don't, fate is a gift [x2]
Can you see the eyes and the daggers that follow?
Anything and everything that stand in the way
Wait, please wait, to the boy who hears the father
Reaching for his hand as his heart starts to sway [x2]
Crawl through the darkness, fear all that don't, fate is a gift [x4]
Truth by truth you'll break men in town
What makes a man drink
And another man cry
If not a gift
No change to make way
Through these fine hours of a our lonely lives
Through these fine hours of a our lonely lives
Crawl through the darkness, fear all that don't, fate is a gift [x4]
I need to be alone, I'm halfway to nowhere
More 'n the cold on now that I am alone
Wait means wait, to the boy and his father
Raching for a hand as my heart starts to sway [x2]
Crawl through the darkness, fear all that don't, fate is a gift [x5]
song performed by by Von Blondies
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My Fate Has Been Sealed....
My Fate Has Been Sealed....
your love placed inside my heart...
came to me without prior notice...
owned it and got into it to burn this heart...
how pity this heart...
this heart which i hold..
pity you are, my heart from this love...
from those fires which burned you...
and changed your life, up to down...
is that your fate...?
this fate, which wrote on you...?
to be always in love..
in love with whom who don`t know how to take care of you...
who owns this rights...
to make you always in pains...
who can change this...
and who can put the end to this fate..
pity you are, my pity heart...
i know that i shall meet my fate oneday...
but i need a fate which my heart deserve...
i need a happiness...
the happiness which i seek and dream always about...
i will accept my fate for what it was...
but if this fate completed my life with you...
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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If fate declines
If fate declines my wish to be
with such a gleeful entity
then I will break my destiny
to follow you eternally
If fate rejects my plan to stay
within your side by night and day
then by own strength I’ll pave my way
to your presence, never away
If fate grants not my only dream
of being all for your esteem
then with my love, a forceful steam
I’ll try be your own cherubim
So if fate will still disregard
I’ll be pursuing and try hard
and stare not in the night sky starred
I’ll make them “yes” with my last card
Of undying emotions flood
the heaven’s wish list I will stud
with promises confirmed by blood
to finally cause them to nod.
poem by Jeremiah Abuan
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