H. Auden
H. Auden
alas alone animals cannot defeated help history left short stars time
The stars are dead; the animals will not look:/ We are left alone with our day, and the time is short and / History to the defeated / May say Alas but cannot help or pardon.
stars ocean love-you
As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no ending. 'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, 'I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.
stars heart men
The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews Not to be born is the best for man The second best is a formal order The dance's pattern, dance while you can. Dance, dance, for the figure is easy The tune is catching and will not stop Dance till the stars come down from the rafters Dance, dance, dance till you drop.
stars moon funeral
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.
stars animal looks
The stars are dead. The animals will not look: We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeated May say Alas but cannot help nor pardon.
stars passion dark
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.
stars reason humans
To discover how to be human now is the reason we follow this star.
song dog stars
The Three Wiseman: The weather has been awful, The countryside is dreary, Marsh, jungle, rock; and echoes mock, Calling our hope unlawful; But a silly song can help along Yours ever and sincerely: At least we know for certain that we are three old sinners, that this journey is much too long, that we want our dinners, and miss our wives, our books, our dogs, but have only the vaguest idea why we are what we are. To discover how to be human now Is the reason we follow this star.
dance stars ballet-class
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters Dance, Dance, Dance 'till you drop.
love stars ocean
I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.
stars passion return
How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.
faces nicer places private public wiser
Private faces in public places / Are wiser and nicer / Than public faces in private places.
becoming danger few forgotten grave life poor study today
Poor Poe! At first so forgotten that his grave went without a tomb-stone twenty-six years. . . today in danger of becoming the life study of a few professors.
believe character children disease judges last stage true
Only those in the last stage of disease could believe that children are true judges of character.