“The longest time that man may live, The lapse of generations of his race, The continent entire of time itself, Bears not proportion to Eternity; Huge as a fraction of a grain of dew Co-measured with the broad, unbounded ocean! There is the time of man--his proper time, Looking at which this life is but a gust, A puff of breath, that's scarcely felt ere gone!” MenMayLife IsFeltRaceGoneGenerationsHugeBearsOceanEternityBreathsThis LifeProportionBroadsGrainContinentsDewFractionsPuffLapsesProper Time Book:The Maid of Mariendorpt: A Play, in Five Acts Source: The Maid of Mariendorpt: A Play, in Five Acts
“What delight To back the flying steed, that challenges The wind for speed! - seems native more of air Than earth! - whose burden only lends him fire! - Whose soul, in his task, turns labour into sport; Who makes your pastime his! I sit him now! He takes away my breath! He makes me reel! I touch not earth - I see not - hear not. All Is ecstasy of motion!” SoulSeemsEarthTurnsSportsChallengesFireAirWindTasksBreathsDelightBurdenSpeedFlyingNativeLabourEcstasyYour PastPastime Book:The Daughter: A Play in Five Acts Source: The Daughter: A Play in Five Acts
