poetry

Guest to Earth by Chance, by LuCxeed






Surfers and rowers' Floating Tribute in honor of the late ones

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LuCxeed: Guest to Earth by Chance
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Poem in Art and Story
Collection 2

From the publisher -
It is a collection of classic poems. It is a collection of art. Top-talent design blending nature and society, sentiment and beauty... All in all, Poem in Art and Story Collection is about inspiration and mystery. The world and Future will remember poem and art, love and wisdom we all share and pass on...

(Includes poems from and stories of Percy Bysshe Shelley, John Clare, John Keats, Edward Lear, and William Shakespeare.)

Poem in Art and Story
Collection 1

(Includes poems from and stories of John Keats, William Wordsworth, William Shakespeare, Lewis Carroll, Lord Byron, and William Blake.)

Quotable Wit and Wisdom
Collection 1

From the publisher -
This is the first of a series of picturesque editions of "Quotable Wit and Wisdom" from great minds such as Emerson, Shakespeare, Hugo... portraits and glimpses featuring Plato, Bernard Shaw and Einstein. The selection of quotes in Collection 1 spans different topics - nature, philosophy, life, mind, truth... Art is blended uniquely with famous quotes to inspire life, as well as little-known quotes by Socrates, Leo Rosten, Bertrand Russell, John Bacon, Leo Buscaglia, Picasso and Louis Pasteur. Considering some readers need or enjoy larger fonts, quotations in text format are also included. Thank you, dear readers, for short or long we are going to share the same journey to brighten our own lives by "other men's writings.. by what others have labored hard for" (Socrates, Plato’s mentor).

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O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,
That nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive!
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction: not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest—
Delight and liberty, the simple creed
Of childhood, whether busy or at rest,
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:—
Not for these I raise
The song of thanks and praise;
But for those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings;
Blank misgivings of a Creature
Moving about in worlds not realized,
High instincts before which our mortal Nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:
But for those first affections,
Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain-light of all our day,
Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;
Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,
To perish never:
Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,
Nor Man nor Boy,
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

- William Wordsworth