h1

A little inspiration for Monday

May 11, 2020

“Come, my friends,
T’is not too late to seek a newer world,
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

Reblogged from Daily Timewaster

2 comments

  1. My favorite, by Stevenson,

    Under the wide and starry sky,
    Dig the grave and let me lie.
    Glad did I live and gladly die,
    And I laid me down with a will.

    This be the verse you grave for me:
    Here he lies where he longed to be;
    Home is the sailor, home from sea,
    And the hunter home from the hill.


  2. Nice, thanks.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: