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Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир)


Imitation of The Olden Poets


Time is a taper waning fast!
Use it, man, well whilst it doth last:
Lest burning downwards it consume away,
Before thou hast commenced the labour of the day.

Time is a pardon of a goodly soil!
Plenty shall crown thine honest toil:
But if uncultivated, rankest weeds
Shall choke the efforts of the rising seeds.

Time is a leasehold of uncertain date!
Granted to thee by everlasting fate.
Neglect not thou, ere thy short term expire,
To save thy soul from ever-burning fire. 



Edward Lear's other poems:
  1. He Lived at Dingle Bank
  2. Cold Are The Crabs
  3. There Was a Young Lady of Portugal
  4. There Was a Young Person of Smyrna
  5. There Was An Old Man Of Kilkenny


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