Tuesday, 2 February 2010

On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it has ceased to move:
Yet though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze—
A funeral pile!
The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
The exalted portion of the pain
And power of love I cannot share,
But wear the chain.
But 'tis not thus — and 'tis not here
Such thoughts would shake my soul, nor now,
Where Glory decks the hero's bier
Or binds his brow.
The sword, the banner and the field,
Glory and Greece, around me see!
The Spartan, borne upon his shield,
Was not more free.
Awake! (not Greece— she is awake!)
Awake, my Spirit! Think through whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,
And then strike home.
Tread those reviving passions down,
Unworthy Manhood!— unto thee
Indifferent should the smile or frown
Of Beauty be.
If thou regret'st thy youth, why live?
The land of honourable death
Is here:— up to the field, and give
Away thy breath!
Seek out— less often sought than found—
A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best;
Then look around, and choose thy Ground,
And take thy Rest.

George Gordon Byron 
22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824

Sa malim zakasnjenjem ovim obelezavam rodjendan obozavanoga Bajrona :) Na zalost vise od trideset i sest godina nije doziveo - umro je ni dva meseca kasnije u grckoj zabiti Misolongiju pokusavajuci da pomogne Grcima u ratu za nezavisnost.

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God knows; I won't be an Oxford don anyhow. I'll be a poet, a writer, a dramatist. Somehow or other I'll be famous, and if not famous, I'll be notorious. Or perhaps I'll lead the life of pleasure for a time and then—who knows?—rest and do nothing. What does Plato say is the highest end that man can attain here below? To sit down and contemplate the good. Perhaps that will be the end of me too.

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