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Edward FitzGerald. (1809–1883)

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Whether we wake or we sleep,
Whether we carol or weep,
The Sun with his Planets in chime,
Marketh the going of Time.

Chronomoros.

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The King in a carriage may ride,
And the Beggar may crawl at his side;
But in the general race,
They are traveling all the same pace.

Chronomoros.

Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton. (1809–1885)

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But on and up, where Nature’s heart
Beats strong amid the hills.

Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. Stanza 2.

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Great thoughts, great feelings came to them,
Like instincts, unawares.

The Men of Old.

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A man’s best things are nearest him,
Lie close about his feet.

The Men of Old.

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    I wandered by the brookside,
  I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow,
  The noisy wheel was still.

The Brookside.

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The beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.

The Brookside.

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    The hills of manhood wear a noble face
  When seen from far;
The mist of light from which they take their grace
  Hides what they are.

Carpe Diem.