I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
(extract Song of Myself, Walt Whitman)
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I slept and dreamt that life was joy.
I awoke and saw that life was service.
I acted and behold, service was joy.
– Rabindranath Tagore
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All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
– William Shakespeare, As You Like It, – Act II Scene VII
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” Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
William Shakespeare, – Macbeth, 1606
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” In a man’s life, his time is but a moment, his being a mere flux, his senses a dim glimpse,
his body food for the worms, and his soul a restless eddy ¦
the things of the body pass like a flowing stream;
life is a brief sojourn, and one’s mark in this world is soon forgotten.”
Marcus Aurelius
Poems on Life
- What is Life– Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Human Life– Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- A Psalm Of Life – Henry Longfellow
- Life – Sri Aurobindo
- O Me! O Life! – Walt Whitman
- My Life Closed – Emily Dickinson
- Poem of Life – Anon
- My Life – Sri Chinmoy
- Let Me Arise – Violet Fane
- Life – Charlotte Bronte
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