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From The Worker (Wagga, NSW : 1892 - 1913)

1911-09-13 |

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The following:

composite poem Is made up of lines from

more than thirty different authors,

ingeniously woven Into connected

couplets. As Tvill be seen, it includes

lines from Shakespeare, Merrick, Milton,

Dryden, Pope, Congrevek Quarles, Young,

Crabbe, Gray, Aduison, Cowper, Byron,

Longfellow, and a score of other poets

more or less famous. The compiler, Mrs.

H. A. Deming, of San Francisco, lias

affixed to it the title 'lAfe.' _ ?

LIFE. | Why' all this toil for triumphs

of an hour? Young. Life's a short

summer man Is but a flower. ' - Dr.

Johnson. By turns we catch the fatal

breath and die; - Pope. The cradle and

the tomb, alas, how nigh. ? Prior. To

be is better far than not to be.

Sewell. Though all' man's life may seem

a tragedy; Spencer. But light cares

apealc when mighty griefs are dumb.

Daniel. The bottom is but shadow whence

they come. Raleigh. Thy fate is the

common fate of all; Longfellow. I

Unmingled joys no man befall;

Southwell, i Nature to each allots his

proper sphere. Congreve. Fortune makes

folly her peculiar carc. Churchill.

Custom does not reason overrule. !

Rochester. And throw a cruel sunshine on

a fool. i Armstrong. Live well; Iiqw

long or short permit to j heaven. ,

Milton. They who forgive most shall be

most forgiven. Bailey. Sin inay be

clasped so close we may not see its

face, French. Vile intercourse where

virtue ha3 no 1 place; Somerville. i

Then keep each passion down, however

dear. Thompson, j Thou pendulum

betwixt a smile and j tear! ? Byron.

Her sensual snares let faithful pleasure

-lay. ? Smollett, j With craft and

.skill to ruin and betray; Crabbe. |

Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to

| rise; ' Massinger. We masters grow

-of all that we despise, j Crowley.

-Oh, then, renounce that impious self-

es- ' 'teem; Beattie. j Riches have

wings,- and grandeur is a I dream.

Cowper. , Think not ambition wise

because 'tis brave, Davenant. The

paths of glory lead but to the grave, ?

Gray. What is ambition? 'Tis a

glorious cheat. Willis. Only

destructive to the grave and great.

Addison. What's all the gaudy glitter of

a. crown? Dryden. The wajr to bliss

lies not on beds of down, . Quarles.

How long we live, not in years, but

actions tell; ? Watkins. The man lives

twice who lives the first life well.

Herriclc. Make then, while ye may, your

God your friend, Wm. Mason. Whom

Christians worship, yet not comprehend,

? Hill. The trust that's given, guard,

and to yourself be just, Dana. For

live we how we mas', yet die we must. ?

Shakespeare.