One Hundred and One Famous Poems: With a Prose Supplement by Roy Jay Cook
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
~Francis William Bourdillon
This old poetry is not necessarily my cup of tea (throw some Bukowski in there with a cup of whiskey and were talking) but I still rate this a solid 5. This is poetry in which you will find some of the most famous lines in history. This is poetry, but in a sense, it is a piece of history as well. The book is capped off with some famous historical documents.
10 of the Best Poems about Growing Old
Alfred Prufrock in T. Here are ten of the very finest poems about ageing, from the age of Shakespeare to the current century. William Shakespeare, Sonnet If we can but remain young in mind, then we are young, no matter that our bodies may be growing older. It is a strange feeling about those who are taken young that while we are getting old and dusty they are just as they were. Arnold treats the subject of ageing in this poem, published in when he was in his mid-forties. The heart that beats in his aged chest is that of a young man still capable of feeling love, romantic longing, and infatuation.
Growing up is hard to do. The challenges that a child must deal with throughout the life cycle are overwhelming. Children must deal with physical, emotional and psychological changes as they grow. There is no manual for growing up. In western society there are so many options given to children that they often feel confused and lost.
Each tin bulwark nether advancing nor retreating, fighting back from being overrun, faithfully defending each bundle inside. Yet, the chill of the enemy is among us, it has broken through in the night. Not a word is spoken unbecoming of a brave little boy, now trembling, holding on to his soft quilted blanket, afraid to become a brave little man. Another childish battle was waged, but not won, early one morning long ago, against the dawning of the age of the 'Real Cold' grandpas know. No one knew it was real, not even the young man.