And what is Life? — An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still repeated dream;
Its length? — A minute’… - John Clare
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And what is Life? — An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still repeated dream; Its length? — A minute’s pause, a moment’s thought; And happiness? — A bubble on the stream, That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.
John Clare (13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864) was an English poet, commonly known as "the Northamptonshire Peasant Poet". The son of a farm labourer, he was born at Helpston near Peterborough.
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grammar in learning is like tyranny in government - confound the bitch I'll never be her slave.
In politics and politicians' lies The modern farmer waxes wondrous wise; Opinionates with wisdom all compact, And een could tell a nation how to act; Throws light on darkness with excessive skill, Knows who acts well and whose designs are ill, Proves half the members nought but bribery's tools, And calls the past a dull dark age of fools.
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