Saturday, March 8, 2008

Three Epitaphs

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

-W.S. Landor-

Cast a cold eye
On life, on death:
Horseman, pass by!

-W.B. Yeats-

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 the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

-R.L. Stevenson-

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