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Theodore Roosevelt (1858–1919). The Strenuous Life. 1900.

Epigrams

  • HOW dull it is to pause, to make an end,
  • To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
  • As tho’ to breathe were life. Life piled on life
  • Were all too little, and of one to me
  • Little remains: but every hour is saved
  • From that eternal silence, something more,
  • A bringer of new things; and vile it were
  • For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
  • And this gray spirit yearning in desire
  • To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
  • Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
  • … My mariners,
  • Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me—
  • That ever with a frolic welcome took
  • The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
  • Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
  • Old age hath yet his honor and his toil;
  • Death closes all: but something ere the end,
  • Some work of noble note, may yet be done,—
    ………
  • Push off, and sitting well in order smite
  • The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
  • To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
  • Of all the western stars, until I die.
  • TENNYSON’S ”ULYSSES.”
  • JA! diesem Sinne bin ich ganz ergeben,
  • Dass ist der Weisheit letzter Schluss;
  • Nur der verdient sich Freiheit wie das Leben,
  • Der täglich sic erobern muss.
  • Und so verbringt, umrungen von Gefahr,
  • Hier Kindheit, Mann und Greis sein tüchtig Jahr.
  • Solch’ ein Gewimmel möcht’ ich sehn,
  • Auf freiem Grund mit freiem Volke stehn.
  • GOETHE’S ”FAUST.”

    EXECUTIVE MANSION, ALBANY, N. Y.,
    September, 1900.