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Robert Louis Stevenson Away With Funeral Music Away with funeral music - set The pipe to powerful lips - The cup of life's for him that drinks And not for him that sips.
3 Feb 2023 09:34

Robert Louis Stevenson Away With Funeral Music Away with funeral music - set The pipe to powerful lips - The cup of life's for him that drinks And not for him that sips. 

Robert Louis Stevenson

Away With Funeral Music
Away with funeral music - set
The pipe to powerful lips -
The cup of life's for him that drinks
And not for him that sips.


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Robert Louis Stevenson "Stout Marches Lead to Certain Ends" Stout marches lead to certain ends, We seek no Holy Grail, my friends - That dawn should find us every day Some fraction farther on our way. The dumb lands sleep from east to west, They stretch and turn and take their rest. The cock has crown in the steading-yard, But priest and people slumber hard. We two are early forth, and hear The nations snoring far and near. So peacefully their rest they take, It seems we are the first awake! Strong heart! this is no royal way, A thousand cross-roads seek the day; And, hid from us, to left and right, A thousand seekers seek the light. Robert Louis Stevenson Away With Funeral Music Away with funeral music - set The pipe to powerful lips - The cup of life's for him that drinks And not for him that sips. Robert Louis Stevenson Ad Piscatorem For these are sacred fishes all Who know that lord that is the lord of all; Come to the brim and nose the friendly hand That sways and can beshadow all the land. Nor only so, but have their names, and come When they are summoned by the Lord of Rome. Here once his line an impious Lybian threw; And as with tremulous reed his prey he drew, Straight, the light failed him. He groped, nor found the prey that he had ta'en. Now as a warning to the fisher clan Beside the lake he sits, a beggarman. Thou, then, while still thine innocence is pure, Flee swiftly, nor presume to set thy lure; Respect these fishes, for their friends are great; And in the waters empty all thy bait.
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